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

Under the expectant gazes of the students, Wei Jing and Jin Zhanpeng carried a large box and slowly walked to Li Hongmao's side.

The box fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

Li Hongmao didn't waste any words. He bent down and opened the lid of the box with a smile on his face. "Children, in order to make you feel it more real, today... we will give you copper coins!"

A huge box of copper coins! Layers and strings of copper coins stacked on top of each other!

The students gasped, their eyes wide open in shock.

Li Hongmao picked up the salary booklet, smiled and looked at Shen Zheng, but said to the students: "First of all, congratulations. The printing house started work on December last month, so the time left for you to typeset is already less than a month. But you did a good job, not aiming too high or too low, and the books selected by each team are within their capabilities. All teams have completed their respective tasks."

When Shen Zheng met his eyes, she realized that her thoughts had already been seen through.

"It's no longer a joke." She curled her lips, seemingly dissatisfied on the surface, but in her heart she was happy for the students.

None of the children who graduated from her school in Tongan County are stupid!

At the front of the crowd, Li Hongmao began to call out names: "Luo Wuming's team, typeset two books, a total of 185 pages, equivalent to 925 coins."

As soon as he finished his report, Wei Jing and Jin Zhanpeng next to him started counting coins.

One hundred copper coins made up a string, so they only needed to take out nine strings and order an extra twenty-five copper coins.

The bell clangs.

"Nine hundred and twenty-five coins!" Wei Jing put the copper coin on the table, stretched his neck to look around and asked, "Where is Luo Wuming? Why aren't you eager to get your wages?"

"Here I come, here I come!" Luo Wuming was pushed forward by his fellow copper coins holders. He hurriedly lifted up his clothes and blushed as he said, "Headmaster, our money bags are not big enough. Can I walk away with the copper coins?"

Li Hongmao chuckled softly, "Sure. If you can't fit it in, just carry it with you."

He remained calm and told a joke.

Shen Zheng rubbed her arms and said, "It's really cold."

Next came the second group, the third group, the fourth group, the fifth group...

Eight hundred and sixty wen, one thousand and one hundred wen, nine hundred and seventy wen, one thousand three hundred and fifty wen...

The students’ mouths were stretched to their ears, and their cheers became louder and louder.

Gradually, the wooden box was emptied and the students' pockets were filled to the brim.

By taking one or two hours every day to do typesetting, they were able to support themselves and give back to their families.

It’s great to live in Tongan County.

After the excitement died down, the students became even more enthusiastic and wished they could arrange a hundred or eighty pages today.

They each divided the copper coins and then went into the printing house.

Shen Zheng walked up to Li Hongmao, handed the plaster to him, and told him how to use it.

"The teacher can write on the blackboard, which can greatly improve the learning efficiency of students, and the class time can be twice as effective with half the effort. You and the other teachers need to adapt to it. If there are teachers who are unwilling, you, as the headmaster, will be responsible for convincing them."

The plaster felt dry and rough to the touch. Li Hongmao looked down at it, thoughtful.

"Don't worry, adults. As long as it's good for the children, no one will object."

Shen Zheng said, "I will ask the craftsmen to make a mold and turn the plaster into chalk, so that it is convenient for you to grasp and write. In the next few days... bring the gentlemen to the printing house when you are free, and I will explain the method of blackboard writing to you in detail."

Blackboard writing needs to be used, but as a teacher, how to use it and how to use it is also a science.

......

As the saying goes, spring rain is as precious as oil.

It had been sunny for several days in a row before, but today it was a rare cloudy day.

In Liuyang Prefecture, seeing that it was about to rain, Yu Zhengqing jumped off the carriage and walked quickly into the prefectural school.

The principal of Liuyang Prefecture School, also known as the dean, was named Zhou Hanjiang.

This person came to Liuyang Prefecture with the previous prefect, and was later recommended by the previous prefect. After passing the imperial examination, he became the principal of the prefectural school.

After he was transferred to another post as prefect, Zhou Hanjiang did not leave with him. Instead, he took root in Liuyang Prefecture and has served as the principal ever since.

Before Yu Zhengqing reached the principal's office, a drizzle began to fall from the sky. The attendant quickly opened his oil-paper umbrella and trotted after Yu Zhengqing.

"No need to hold an umbrella." Yu Zhengqing brushed off the water drops on his outer robe, his brows slightly gloomy, "Go and see if that old man Zhou Hanjiang is here first."

After hesitating for a moment, the follower put away his umbrella and ran towards Xuezheng's wife.

Half a moment later, Yu Zhengqing and his follower bumped into each other on the path. The follower raised his sleeve to wipe his face, pursed his lips and shook his head.

Yu Zhengqing sneered, turned around, and strode out.

The follower was about to catch up when he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye and immediately shouted, "Hey! Sir, the person is there!"

At the back of the path, a man was so frightened that he raised his sleeves to cover his face and ran in the opposite direction of them.

"Stop!" The follower ran quickly, but before he could catch up with the other person, the man slipped and fell to the ground.

There was a muffled sound.

The follower was stunned.

Yu Zhengqing was also stunned.

"Old man." Yu Zhengqing stepped forward, touched the other's foot with his toes, frowned and said, "Don't play dead, I know you are not hurt."

The other party remained in the same posture, motionless.

The attendant asked quietly: "Sir... Zhou Xuezhen, he, is he really injured..."

Yu Zhengqing lowered his eyes and raised his hand to wipe the rain off. "Carry the man out, face up, and walk back to the government office."

"Yes!"

“Master Yu!” The man who was lying motionless on the ground suddenly stood up, his beard trembling with anger: “You want me to carry you on my back? Aren’t you afraid that I will break in his arms with one breath?!”

Where is your conscience!

Yu Zhengqing looked the other person up and down.

Apart from his clothes being wet and messy, which made him look a little disheveled, there were no other problems.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "If you don't hide, nothing will happen. How about it, Zhou Xuezheng, come back to the government office with me to have a talk? The county magistrates and the head of the mountain are waiting for you. If we talk about it today, the books will be delivered in a few days."

"I won't go!" Zhou Xuezheng patted his sleeves and chest, turned around and walked towards Xuezheng's wife, "The essence of the saints is the foundation of the country. If you want to make the essence public, I can't stop you, but I will never go along with you!"

He spoke passionately, and with the drizzle, he seemed extremely righteous, like a strong-willed scholar who was not afraid of being corrupted by power.

But in Yu Zhengqing's opinion, the meaning of the words was not so just.

"What a foundation for a country." Yu Zhengqing's eyes were not shy, like a sharp knife falling on Zhou Xuezheng, "Essence, is it the foundation for a country, or the foundation for you pedantic scholars?"

"What did you say?" Zhou Hanjiang hated being called a "pedantic intellectual" the most. "If it is the essence, how can it be left on the vegetable stall like rotten cabbage for people to pick at will? By then, who will still regard the essence as a treasure?"