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

Mo Qingwan followed her gaze and asked in confusion, "Isn't that Constable Xiao Yuan? He came to see you in the rain. It seems... he has something urgent to do?"

Shen Zheng looked at the strange carriage and shook his head, "He probably doesn't know I'm here."

After that, she sat down again and looked out the window.

Xiao Yuan was seen holding the package in his arms with one hand and holding the wind with the other. After getting off the horse, he ran to the carriage, pointed at the inn and said a few words to the driver, who nodded and began to search his pockets.

Xiao Yuan wiped the rain off his face, shaking his head and waving his hands to refuse.

Mo Qingwan understood: "Constable Xiao Yuan led the carriage on its way, and the other party wanted to give him some money to thank him."

Shen Zheng nodded. It must be when Xiao Yuan came back that he happened to meet the strangers who came to Tongan County.

That driver must not be an ordinary driver.

Not only did he carry a sword on his back, but even when he was sitting on the cart and driving, his back was still as straight as pine or cypress. If he was not a martial artist, he would not be like this.

"I guess he's a warrior." Shen Zheng said, supporting his chin with his hand.

Mo Qingwan studied the other person for a moment, then nodded: "The leader of the Mo family's guards used to give people the same feeling."

And the driver gave her an even worse feeling, probably a real martial artist.

After Xiao Yuan pointed out the inn to the other party, he mounted his horse and prepared to leave, not caring at all that it was still raining.

Seeing this, Shen Zheng quickly called out, "Xiao Yuan!"

Xiao Yuan was in a trance for a moment in the rain, picked his ears, and then picked up the reins again.

"......" Shen Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and raised her voice: "Xiao Yuan!!"

"Huh?" In the rain, Xiao Yuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned around to look for someone. When he saw Shen Zheng at the window, he grinned, pointed to the bag in her arms, tied up Zhuifeng, and ran over.

The people in the carriage had not yet dismounted. The driver looked at Xiao Yuan's back and then looked at Shen Zheng.

After looking at each other for a moment, he looked away, drove the carriage aside, said something to the people in the carriage, then dismounted and waited.

"grown ups!"

Xiao Yuan was all wet, dripping water as he walked, leaving a noticeable water stain on the floor of the inn.

He looked down at his feet, made a "ugh" sound, then ran back to the door and jumped twice, wrung out his clothes before running back again.

"Sister Man, you made the floor wet. I'll mop it later!" He shouted to Man Niang who was using an abacus at the counter.

"Oh my Brother Yuan!" The waiter Dingpi threw the rag over his shoulder and quickly fetched the mop. "Why do you need to mop the floor? Sweeping and sweeping is my job. If you mop the floor, the shopkeeper will deduct my wages! Just go do your own thing!"

Xiao Yuan smiled at him and patted his shoulder, "Thank you for your help."

Dingpi looked frightened and shook his head while mopping the floor.

Although Xiao Yuan had wrung out the water at the door, his hair and clothes were still wet. Shen Zheng sighed as soon as he came over.

"Next time it rains, either rent a carriage for Zhuifeng or find a place to rest your feet instead of getting wet."

Xiao Yuan smiled and scratched his head. "The wind chaser can't run fast with the carriage, and resting will delay things. I just want to come back quickly so that you and Lord Liang can wait less."

"No matter how urgent it is, we can't rush now." Shen Zheng took the package and pointed to the door. "The umbrella I brought is at the door. Go back and change your clothes first. Tell Sir Liang to go to the printing house after the rain stops. I will wait for him there. If... the rain hasn't stopped by 15:30, then tell him not to go."

Although Liang Fu was in good health, Shen Zheng felt that this strength was only limited to the furnace room to which he had long been accustomed. It would be dark soon, and it would be windy and rainy outside. Shen Zheng did not want the old man to take risks.

Xiao Yuan was unwilling, "What will you do if I open the umbrella? I will ride back on horseback very quickly."

Before Shen Zheng could say anything, Mo Qingwan said, "Captain Yuan, my daughter has an umbrella. Please listen to the adults and go back quickly. Ask the kitchen to make a bowl of ginger soup to prevent you from catching a cold."

Under Shen Zheng's unquestionable gaze, Xiao Yuan had no choice but to go out and get an umbrella, open it and step into the rain.

Shen Zheng put the bundle on the table and was about to open it to check when she heard Mo Qingwan whisper, "Strange..."

As Shen Zheng opened the bag, she asked her, "What's wrong?"

Mo Qingwan looked through the window and whispered, "They are at the inn, why don't they come in? The coachman is outside in the rain, and the people in the carriage won't get out."

Shen Zheng looked up and saw that just as Mo Qingwan said, in the wind and rain, the driver stood there like a wooden man, motionless.

"I guess something happened to the people in the car."

Just as Shen Zheng was about to look away, she saw a pair of hands lifting the car curtain, followed by an oil-paper umbrella being opened.

This is a middle-aged woman. Judging from her dress, she should be a nanny or similar close-knit elderly person. This shows that the host should be quite old as well.

The middle-aged nanny first looked around the inn, and then after a while she held an umbrella and walked out of the carriage.

The next two people who came out were not the hosts, but two little girls who looked like maids. Both of them had their hair tied up in buns, one with a green headband and the other with a yellow headband.

The two of them, like the middle-aged nanny, first glanced at the inn, then a flash of sadness flashed across their eyes, while they were still saying something.

Looking at the expressions of the chubby-haired maids, Shen Zheng guessed that they were saying that the inn was too small and they were worried that the owners would not be used to living there.

Just as the three were hesitating, a pair of hands lifted the curtain of the carriage. The three immediately stopped talking. The middle-aged nanny quickly placed the umbrella in front of the carriage and waited for the people inside to come out.

Seeing that they were still determined to stay in the hotel, Shen Zheng looked away and continued to look at the protective gear that Xiao Yuan had asked for from Fang Qizhen.

Fang Qi knew the purpose of the blast furnace, and also knew that what Shen Zheng needed most was protective gear for her head and upper body, so what Xiao Yuan brought back this time was a...

A hood and shoulder pads, the kind that comes as a set.

The material used for this protective gear was exactly as Shen Zheng had guessed - asbestos.

"Fire-proof cloth?" Mo Qingwan asked in a low voice when he saw the protective gear in her hand.

Fire-washed cloth, as the name suggests, is cloth that has been "washed" with fire. In the Great Zhou Dynasty at that time, this cloth was quite mysterious.

The cloth brought from the Hu people is not afraid of fire and becomes cleaner the more it burns. It is no exaggeration to call it a "miracle".

Similarly, as a "miracle", the price of fire-resistant cloth is naturally high.

Fang Qizhen was very generous in giving two sets to Shen Zheng.

Just as Shen Zheng was looking through the asbestos protective gear, Man Niang's voice came from the counter: "Are you guests staying at the hotel?"

"Stay in the hotel." A voice replied, "Open two upper rooms."

Shen Zheng and Mo Qingwan looked up and saw that the people coming were the master and servants who had been hesitating and lingering at the door just now.

Just as Shen Zheng guessed, the host of this group of people was an elderly lady.