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

A strange feeling came over her, as if she had missed something very important.

She couldn't help but stop and unfold the cloth to take a look.

"What are you looking at?" the man asked.

The woman looked suspicious and covered her chest with one hand and said, "I always feel that this thing should not be used to fill the rice jar..."

The man laughed and asked her, "How about using it to mend my clothes? That's fine! Although the cloth is a bit old, at least it doesn't have any big holes in it, so it can be worn after mending it."

The woman frowned and shook her head, "That's not what I meant. What I meant was that I always felt that what was written here seemed... seemed... Well, I can't put it into words."

There is always a feeling that if you don’t understand clearly what is written on it, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

The men disagreed.

"How can it be so weird? This is probably just a piece of rag that accidentally fell into the place where the food was donated to us. You women always like to think too much!"

He walked towards the kitchen and urged, "Let's eat quickly. I've worked all day and I'm starving."

But the woman didn't move, and didn't even put down her hand holding the cotton cloth.

Seeing that she didn't move, the man turned around and urged her, "Don't think about it. We finally have a meal at home. Don't waste this good day."

After saying that, he searched for the child in the yard, "Shuanzi! Shuanzi! Where have you been? Come and have dinner!"

Perhaps when people are urged to make a decision, they will subconsciously do the opposite.

Or maybe she believed that her heart would not skip a beat for no reason.

But it's just asking a few more questions with this coarse cloth. It won't delay anything, right?

Finally, under the man's puzzled gaze, she untied her apron, folded the coarse cloth neatly, and walked towards the door.

"Hey!" The man touched his empty stomach and shouted at her back, "Mother, where are you going? You really need to go find someone to ask!"

The woman didn't answer him, but walked faster and faster.

The man uttered "Ouch", looked at the kitchen, then at the gate of the yard, and finally chose to follow her.

"Shuanzi! I'm going out with your mother for a while, please take care of the house!"

......

"Knock Knock Knock-"

Someone knocked on the door of the village head's house.

"Coming -"

The sound of dishes being put down could be heard from the house. After a moment, the door bolt was removed and the courtyard door creaked open.

"Shuanzi's mother?" The visitor was startled when he saw the person outside the door. He walked up to Shuanzi's mother and said, "Why are you here so late? Is there something wrong? Come in and tell me."

Then she turned around and shouted, "Qiao Shuigen, Qiao Shuigen, Shuanzi's mother is here!"

In fact, it’s not too late at this point, but the people in the village have an unwritten rule.

That means the meal won’t be served.

Every household has little food, and if you rashly visit someone else's house at mealtime, it is easy for people to misunderstand you as begging for food.

But where would they get extra food for you to eat? You're just being annoying.

Therefore, in the village, unless there is something really important, most people will not choose to visit someone at mealtime.

Moreover, the wife of the village head also knew that Shuanzi's mother was not the kind of person who would play tricks on others. If she came to the house at this time, it must mean that she really encountered trouble!

Shuanzi's mother was pulled into the courtyard by the village head's wife. To be honest, she regretted it after she knocked on the door.

Her family was about to have dinner, and it must be the same at home there.

and......

She looked down at the coarse cloth in her hand and couldn't help thinking that if this piece of cloth was really as her man said, it was just an ordinary rag that accidentally fell into the rice bag.

Then what she did was simply ridiculous.

But Jory was not giving her any chance to regret it.

I saw Qiao Li walking out of the kitchen with big strides, wiping his mouth with his sleeve as he walked. In a few strokes, he wiped away the non-existent oil stains on the corners of his mouth.

"Shuanzi's wife?" Qiao Li was just asking her to sit down, and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

Shuanzi's mother looked at Qiao Lizheng, who looked exhausted, and hesitated.

There have been a lot of things going on in the village recently, and the village head has to look after everything. Qiao, the village head, must be much busier than this woman. She came to the door rashly just because of a piece of unknown rag, not only disturbing people's meals, but also disturbing their rest...

Shuanzi's mother held the sackcloth in her hand, and after a struggle, she finally comforted herself with an old saying - we're already here.

"Li Zheng..." She looked up, a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry to bother you by coming to my house without permission."

Qiao Lizheng was not a person who cared about things. He said "hmm" and waved his hand, "Let's talk about it if we have something to say. Don't say you don't want to bother me. You can come at this time, so there must be something. Tell me quickly."

With his approval, Shuanzi's mother felt a little more encouraged and took out the linen cloth that was soaked with a little sweat from her hands.

"Village head, this piece of cloth... was found in my family's rice jar. It must have been poured in when General Yu distributed the grain. I saw it when I was cooking today."

"Cloth?" Qiao Li was looking over in the dim light, wondering, "How could there be cloth in the rice?"

Shuanzi's mother paused and said, "I don't know either, but there are many red handprints and a lot of words on it. As you know, my husband and I can't read, and we don't know what is written on it, so I want you to take a look and see if it is something important."

Qiao Lizheng nodded in understanding, but said, "It shouldn't be something important, otherwise it wouldn't have been sent to us. Besides, people who can really read and write write on paper, not on cloth."

He looked at Shuanzi's mother's expectant eyes and said, "Forget it, let me see it."

There were not many literate people in the village, and after the flood, two more died.

——It’s not that scholars are weak, but it’s difficult for scholars to store food at home.

He took the sackcloth and slowly unfolded it.

Shuanzi's father strode in from outside the door. When he saw Shuanzi's mother and the head of the village sitting in the yard, he couldn't help but complain, "Hey, mother of the child, you really come to trouble the head of the village! I don't know how to say good things about you!"

The biggest taboo in the village - discord between husband and wife.

Seeing this, the wife of the village head quickly suppressed Shuanzi's father and tried to smooth things over: "What's the trouble? Shuanzi's mother is kind-hearted. If it is really an important item that was left behind, then we can hand it over to General Yu in time, Shuanzi's father, don't you think so?"

Of course Shuanzi's father said no, but the other party was the village head's wife, so he had to sit down with a straight face and look at the village head without saying a word.

"How is it?" The wife of the village head sat down and came forward to ask, "What's written on it? Is it important?"

Qiao Lizheng didn't reply, but stared blankly at the sackcloth in his hand.