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

Several servants were guarding the old lady. From Shen Zheng's perspective, all she could see was the old lady's gray hair and brocade robe embroidered with gold thread.

Mo Qingwan was also secretly looking at this group of people. It was because they looked really strange.

She could see more clearly from her angle than Shen Zheng. She was slightly surprised and praised, "What a majestic old lady... She doesn't look like she comes from a merchant family."

Shen Zheng began to fumble with the protective gear and asked without even looking up, "You can even tell these apart?"

Mo Qingwan smiled and said, "No matter how wealthy a merchant family is, as long as they are not involved in power, their temperament can only be created by money."

She watched the old lady walk up the stairs and sighed, "People raised by power are different after all. This old lady must be the family of an official."

"Official?" Shen Zheng frowned slightly.

In the entire Liuyang Mansion, the most powerful person is Yu Shizhang, the Earl of Yongning, but the Earl of Yongning's wife...is long gone.

Maybe he is the elder of some official in the government?

Shen Zheng was not curious about why the other party came to Tongan County. She had more important things to do right now.

She wrapped the asbestos protective gear in oil paper and carefully protected it in her arms. She stood up and said to Mo Qingwan, "Twelve, remember to go to the cloth shop. Don't forget. I'm leaving first."

Mo Qingwan nodded, got up and went back to the room to get an umbrella.

After Shen Zheng got the umbrella, she said hello to Man Niang and left the inn holding the umbrella.

On the second floor of the inn, the driver looked at Shen Zheng's departing back and murmured, "Fire-washing cloth...?"

After thinking for a moment, he walked downstairs, walked to the counter and asked Man Niang: "Boss, where is the county Chinese medicine clinic?"

"A clinic?" Man Niang paused as she was working on the abacus and asked, "Sir, are you feeling unwell? It's raining outside, and it's hard to find a clinic if you go out now. I'll ask someone to call a doctor for you. She's a junior doctor, but her medical skills are not bad. She doesn't charge for the consultation, just the medicine."

The person she was talking about was naturally Feng Qianzhi.

"No need." The driver shook his head. "I'm not treating a patient, I'm prescribing medicine. Just the herbs are enough."

Man Niang understood and was about to show him the way when two figures ran in. The leader shouted anxiously as he ran, "Auntie Man, we are here! Pear soup, pear soup——!"

These past few days, after school, Fang Ziyan and the other two would come over and buy a few bowls of pear soup or fruit drinks. If there were more than three bowls, they would give one bowl to Feng Qianzhi at the clinic, and two bowls to Shen Zheng and Yu Nanshu.

"You've come just in time." Man Niang chuckled, pointing at Fang Ziyan and the other man and asked the driver, "They are going to the clinic. Do you want to go with them, or give them the prescription and ask them to bring the herbs back for you?"

The driver felt a little headache watching Fang Ziyan chattering, and was silent for a moment, "I'll go with them, please wait a moment."

After saying that, he turned and went upstairs again.

Man Niang asked Ding Pi to bring over the hot pear soup. While using an abacus, she asked Fang Ziyan, "Little Ziyan, is Nan Shu going to deliver food to Lord Shen today as well?"

Fang Ziyan chewed the pear flesh and swallowed it, nodding: "Nan Shu went back to the county government office after school."

Man Niang wanted to tease him: "Master Shen just left the inn, didn't you see him?"

"what?"

Fang Ziyan looked at Pei Zhaoqi, who shook her head and asked, "Aunt Man, did the adults just leave?"

"Just left." Man Niang said with a smile: "It looks like he is still heading to the county school. I didn't meet you two boys. Did he skip school? Didn't he come from the county school?"

Fang Ziyan clearly didn't skip school, but when he was "interrogated" by Man Niang out of the blue, he suddenly felt panicked as if he had been caught skipping school: "No! We didn't skip school! Aunt Man, you can ask Mr. Wei, we even met him when we left!"

Now it was Man Niang who felt uncomfortable. She coughed lightly and asked, "How can I ask Mr. Wei?"

"Eh?" Fang Ziyan frowned and asked uncertainly, "Didn't you all have New Year's Eve dinner together? That night, uh uh uh..."

He looked at Pei Zhaoqi who was covering his mouth.

Pei Zhaoqi shook his head slightly at him, motioning for him to continue drinking the pear soup.

Man Niang stopped teasing them and smiled as she lowered her head to do the calculations.

After finishing a bowl of pear soup, the driver came down from upstairs. Fang Ziyan picked up the food box, and Pei Zhaoqi held an umbrella for him. He said to the driver, "Uncle, please follow us."

The sky gradually darkened. The rain was no less severe than before, but the wind had died down.

Fang Ziyan boasted that "a real man is not afraid of the drizzle", and with a turn of his eyes, he fell half a step behind Pei Zhaoqi and was out of the "jurisdiction" of the oil-paper umbrella on his head.

Under Pei Zhaoqi's helpless gaze, he asked the driver, "Uncle, where are you from?"

The driver didn't want to pay attention to him, but thinking that the man had at least led the way for him, he could only answer without any hesitation: "I'm from a far place."

It was obviously perfunctory, but Fang Ziyan didn't care: "How far? Is it as far as Ximi Prefecture? Ximi Prefecture is the very edge of our Great Zhou."

The driver was silent for a moment, and actually estimated the distance in his mind: "Not as far as Ximi Prefecture."

"Then it's not far." The pale and plump little boy grinned at him and asked him, "Uncle, have you been to Shangjing?"

The driver frowned slightly, not out of annoyance, but with a hint of suspicion, he asked him back: "Have you been there?"

"No." The little fat man still had that smiling face, grinning and saying, "But we can go in April and have fun! Uncle, do you know what delicious food there is in Shangjing? Oh... No, you haven't been to Shangjing."

When the driver heard the word "April", he finally looked at Fang Ziyan and asked, "Why go in April?"

"Because..." Fang Ziyan was about to answer, but Pei Zhaoqi pulled his sleeve and he immediately changed the subject: "Because the weather is good in April! It's like an outing all the way! Don't you think so?"

The driver no longer looked at him, but looked at Pei Zhaoqi who had just made a small movement.

Pei Zhaoqi looked at him inadvertently, his heart trembled slightly, and he looked away.

"April and May are good months." The driver said this and stopped talking.

Fang Ziyan was pulled to the front by Pei Zhaoqi and didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. He could only talk to him about the homework assigned by the teacher today.

"Zhao Qi, did you finish writing it at the county school? Show it to me later."

"You can't copy." Pei Zhaoqi sighed slightly: "You always copy it. Mr. Jin has warned me several times that if I give you the homework to copy again, he will tell...sister. If you really don't know how to do it, I will teach you later."

"No." The little fat boy seemed to accept his fate and was a little discouraged: "You should read the book. Teaching me is more important than reading the book."

The driver behind him curled his lips slightly.

He is still a little fat boy who copies other people's homework.