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

Yu Jiusi and the other two quietly left Jimu Village and headed towards the sunset. The shadows on the ground reflected three horses, two spirited young men, and...

Li Shiyuan was shaken on horseback and kept shouting "slow down".

The smoke from the cooking stove rises up, interweaving and blending with the setting sun, creating a scene of ascension.

Everything is rising.

Jimu Village, which had been dull for a long time, has changed from its usual state. If you listen carefully, you can easily hear various sounds leaking out from the cracks in the doors of every household.

——The well water gurgles, the firewood crackles, the kitchen knives bang, and the bowls and chopsticks clink.

There were also children cheering: "Mom! Can we make our own rice? Can we eat at home?"

He was really happy. In the past, when it was time to eat, everyone would rush to the place where the grain was distributed with their bowls and chopsticks to wait.

It’s not that the place where the grain is stored is bad, nor is it that the general brother gave too little grain.

It's just that there were too many people there, and he was short, and all he saw were adults' butts. With so many people, he couldn't tell who was who, and he might be knocked to the ground if he wasn't careful.

——When you fall to the ground, you must be quick and keep the porcelain bowl in your arms to avoid it from getting bumped.

Although he was young, he knew that there were only a few porcelain bowls in the house and if one was broken, it would be gone and he had no money to buy another one.

The woman had gentle eyes and brows. She held a wooden spoon in one hand and stroked his head with the other. "General, you are a good man. You have distributed rice to every household. We can all eat at home during this period."

When the lid of the pot was opened, a hot steam filled with the aroma of rice swept in, filling the nostrils of mother and son in a moment.

Children's noses are the most sensitive.

Although he was not as tall as the stove, he could tell what kind of food was in the pot just by using his nose.

It’s not coarse grains, not corn, and not even stale rice.

"It's new rice!" He grabbed the stove, tiptoed and looked into the pot. He couldn't help but look for his mother to confirm: "It's new rice, white rice! Right, mother? It's exactly the same as the rice that the general brother scooped for us!"

The woman laughed when she heard that and opened her arms towards him. He jumped and jumped into the woman's arms.

Finally I can see the pot.

"Look, little clever boy."

He felt his whole brain was filled with the aroma of rice. He swallowed and looked into the pot with burning eyes.

——The soft and fluffy white rice, one by one, emitted a bright and lustrous glow to him.

Although it wasn't much, it was enough to feed the whole family. There was something to eat, and it was new rice, which was much better than before. No, it was too much.

She also thought about cooking the rice into porridge, but people who have eaten porridge know that people who can normally feel half full with half a bowl of rice will still feel that a bowl of porridge is not enough. Not only will it not satisfy their hunger, but they will also want to urinate in half an hour. After two or three times, their stomachs will feel empty and they will feel like they have eaten the rice in vain.

The woman was exhausted and slowly put him on the ground, "Go and call your father to come back for dinner. Just keep the meal for a while."

The child took the order, said "OK" crisply, and ran away. In a few seconds, he disappeared.

The woman turned to look at the rice jar and murmured, "People are hungry these days, and so are the mice. We should cover it thicker to prevent them from snatching the rice away."

After saying that, she went back to her room and got a piece of clothing.

Although the clothes were torn and had many patches, and some places were even torn into strips, they were not dirty.

"This can still be worn..." She stroked the clothes gently, feeling a little distressed, but still gritted her teeth, opened the lid of the rice jar, and stuffed some of the clothes in.

When she was about to spread the remaining part on the rice jar, a touch of red inside the jar caught her attention.

"What's this......"

The red was very bright, even a little bit red.

The woman suddenly felt a surge of fear, and for a long time she did not dare to reach out and touch it, muttering to herself: "Is it blood..."

There were heavy and light footsteps coming from outside the door, and the man's voice was loud and rough: "Mother, I'm back!"

The woman immediately felt as if she had found her backbone. She squatted on the ground and shouted to the outside of the door, "Daddy, come in and take a look!"

The man heard her anxious voice and thought something had happened at home. He didn't even put down his hoe and rushed in, looking anxious, "What's wrong? What happened?"

The woman, still squatting on the ground, pointed at the rice jar and turned around and said, "Come and take a look, what's in there?"

The man frowned when he heard this, put the hoe down against the wall, and walked over quickly.

"Is it that damned beast? We don't even have enough food, and it dares to come and steal! Mother, please stand away, or you will get splashed with blood later!"

He had a preconceived idea that the rice jar was invaded by a rat.

The woman moved away and said uncertainly: "It doesn't seem to be a mouse..."

The man held the mouth of the jar, stretched his head and looked inside. When he saw the red color, he was also stunned, but he didn't think too much about it.

If you don't know what it is, why don't you take it out and take a look at it and find out?

It is still dusk, and although it is not bright in the house, you can see everything clearly outside.

He didn't feel afraid at all. He put his five fingers together, squeezed his entire palm into the rice jar, reached out and pulled the object out.

——It was a piece of cloth, a folded piece of light-colored coarse cloth. What was visible on the outside was the back of the cloth, with black and red dots on it, which should have been printed from the front.

The man stood there in a daze. Fortunately, the rice jar was big enough, and the rice fell down and returned to the jar without leaving a single grain.

There were dense red marks on the cloth. The two looked at each other, felt something was wrong, and walked out of the house with the cloth.

"What's this......"

The orange sunset shone on the coarse cloth, and only then could the two of them see clearly what those black and red marks on the front of the cloth were.

——The red ones are handprints. Looking at how densely packed they are, there must be at least thousands of them.

But if it wasn't pressed by thousands of people, they had no way of knowing.

As for the black one...

"These look like words?" The woman came forward and looked at the piece of cloth in the setting sun.

The man made a "tsk" sound and said in a buzzing voice, "I thought it was something else, just a piece of unwanted rag. No matter what it says, we are illiterate anyway. Were you trying to fill the rice jar just now? It happens to be the right thing, so use this piece of cloth. I can still wear that piece of clothing after mending it, it's a waste to use it to fill the rice jar."

It's already available, why not use it?

The woman thought it was feasible, and took the cloth and said, "This... that's fine too. I'll mend the dress for you later, and you can wear it inside, and nothing will be visible."

The man handed her the coarse cloth and laughed: "It's the same in the village nowadays. People are wearing clothes that are shabbier than that. What's the big deal?"

"You..." The woman nodded and was about to go back to the kitchen. When she glanced at the red patches, her heart skipped a beat.