Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

Shen Zheng pretended to be profound and counted twice, "I calculated it."

"!!"

Fang Ziyan opened his mouth wide and moved half an inch towards her. "Then can you help Zhao Qi calculate whether he can pass the exam to become a scholar next year?"

Shen Zheng pinched it twice more and nodded firmly, "Zhao Qi is destined to achieve great success."

Fang Ziyan narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"I knew that Zhao Qi would become a high-ranking official in the future!"

He felt a little disappointed after he finished speaking, "If Zhao Qi becomes a high-ranking official, then we will be separated by a vast distance and we won't see each other for several years, just like, in the future, I will be separated from you..."

Fang Ziyan was particularly sentimental today. Shen Zheng patted his shoulder and said, "Ziyan and Zhaoqi work hard together, and we will see each other sooner or later."

She wanted to ease Fang Ziyan's mood, so she leaned out and called Feng Qianzhi, "Come in and take care of your master."

Feng Qianzhi subconsciously lowered her head and looked at the black gaps between her fingernails and her shiny rags.

"No... no, my lord, within two hours, the master will be fine."

Shen Zheng frowned slightly as she listened to her description.

Just now she said that the medicine must be delivered before 3 p.m., and now she said two hours later. What kind of disease could cause the onset of the disease to be so punctual?

"Why within two hours?" Shen Zheng asked.

Feng Qianzhi opened her mouth, but Shen Zheng interrupted her: "Come in first, it's going to be rough outside."

Feng Qianzhi didn't dare to refuse anymore and tiptoed into the carriage, but she didn't sit down on the seat. Instead, she sat cross-legged on the board.

Fang Ziyan wrinkled his nose subconsciously, which made her blush even more.

Fortunately, her face was covered in dirt, so others couldn't see that she was blushing.

Shen Zheng patted Fang Ziyan gently. Fang Ziyan realized that he was being disrespectful and said quickly, "Brother, don't get me wrong. My nose just itches."

"..."

Shen Zheng really didn't know what his expression meant, so she could only lower her head and ask, "Little girl, what disease did your master have?"

"Little girl?!"

The carriage jolted and Fang Ziyan crashed headfirst into the roof.

He covered his head with one hand and pointed at Feng Qianzhi with the other: "You, you, you...you are a woman!"

No matter how long Feng Qianzhi has been wandering, she is still a little childish when facing people of her own age.

She pursed her lips and said, "I never said I was a man."

Fang Ziyan cried out, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I misunderstood you, please don't mind it!"

Feng Qianzhi shook her head. "We travel around begging for food. It's better to be mistaken for men. At least we can keep ourselves safe. If we are women..."

Although she and her master are not beggars, their daily lives are no different from those of beggars. However, she has been wandering with her master for many years, and it is rare to see female beggars.

She roughly knew the reason, but didn't dare to think about it too deeply.

This was a world that Fang Ziyan had never been exposed to before. He was so curious that he couldn't help but talk more, leaving his previous sorrow behind.

He asked, "What happened to your master? My sister just asked you if he was ill?"

After Fang Ziyan finished speaking, he chuckled, hehe, Lady Shen is his sister!

Feng Qianzhi glanced at him secretly and thought that the two siblings didn't look alike at all.

"My master was poisoned by the herbs. Before he was poisoned, he left me a prescription and told me that if he was poisoned, I should take him to Liuyang Mansion to get medicine to detoxify him."

"??"

Fang Ziyan's mind was confused after hearing these words.

"Wait a minute--"

Fang Ziyan placed his hands in front of him and sorted out his thoughts.

"Your master knew in advance that he would be poisoned and even left behind the antidote?"

Feng Qianzhi nodded.

Fang Ziyan looked at Shen Zheng in confusion. Shen Zheng was also a little confused and asked her, "Your master's poison... must be taken? Could it be that this poisonous grass has other effects?"

Feng Qianzhi didn't expect that she could hit the nail on the head with just one sentence, and she couldn't help but admire her.

"Sister, you guessed right. Master said that some herbs are like honey to one person, but poison to another. There is no absolutely poisonous herb in this world."

Fang Ziyan pounded his head.

If Zhao Qi was here, he wouldn't have failed to understand anything.

He still didn't give up, staring at the old man on the ground and asked:

"But your master was still poisoned, which means that this herb is poisonous. He even left a prescription at the beginning. Doesn't it obvious that he knew he would be poisoned? Then why did he eat the poisonous herb? Isn't this tormenting you? What if he dies...?"

If he dies outside, it will be scary and troublesome!

"Zi Yan, don't be rude."

Feng Qianzhi completely let down his guard, closed his eyes slightly, and looked like a confused little animal.

"Sister, the young master is right. When the master tries this, he is actually gambling with his own life every time. If the dosage is not well determined, or the symptoms are different from what he predicted, he will really die."

Really will die.

There were several times when the master's life was on the line.

But maybe good fortune comes naturally? With that little glimmer, the master recovered.

Shen Zheng pursed her lips, looked at the old man on the ground, and respected him with awe.

"Qianzhi, your master... is a doctor, right? The herbs in the world are cold, warm, neutral, and hot, and they complement and counteract each other. He is testing the herbs in the world and understanding their properties. The old man... deserves respect from the world."

She even wanted to ask Feng Qianzhi if her master's nickname was "Shennong" - he tasted hundreds of herbs to test their medicinal properties, so how was he different from Emperor Yan?

Feng Qianzhi suddenly raised his head and looked at her in surprise.

"Sister... don't you think my master is a lunatic?"

"madman?"

Shen Zheng laughed, "Madman is a bad name, because a madman will hinder others and bring trouble. But has your master ever tried herbs on other people?"

"Never."

Feng Qianzhi shook her head. "Even for me, my master has never let me test the medicine on myself."

Shen Zheng touched her head, "Then you can't think of your master like this. Even if the world doesn't understand him, as his disciple, don't you know what kind of person he is?"

Feng Qianzhi knew that her head was dirty, but when the warm touch fell on her head, she didn't want to hide.

My sister is right, the master is a "madman", but not a lunatic.

He never thought of harming anyone. On the contrary, he had been thinking about saving people from the very beginning.

Herbs have various properties and they are mutually reinforcing and counteracting. The master takes risks just to find out the properties of each herb so that he can prescribe the right medicine to relieve the patient's pain and even save a lot of money.

Along the way, the master tried to cure many people.

But few people are willing to treat them, even for free.

Occasionally they would meet patients who were seeking medical help from all directions. Seeing that they had cured the patients, they also wanted to make a name for themselves there, so the master would carry the small backpack and take her on her journey again.

Feng Qianzhi didn’t know what her mood was. In fact, she did complain sometimes.

I agreed to study medicine with him, so why did you become a wanderer?

But if she left and the master was poisoned, there would be no one to take him to the doctor or get medicine. If he encountered poisonous plants, he would surely die.

In this way, they wandered year after year, and the master had tried hundreds, if not thousands, of herbs.