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

Zhou Hanjiang sat for a whole night, and his back, waist and knees were inevitably stiff, and his mind was a little confused.

Clearly... it felt like it had just gotten dark, but in the blink of an eye, the students came back noisily.

He looked up.

Several people were standing at the door of the bookstore. The sun was rising slowly behind them, so bright that he couldn't help but squint. This trance-like feeling as if he was in a wrong world made him feel dazed and stunned for a long time.

I saw the figure in the front put away the key, pushed the door to the left and right, and walked in slowly with his back to the light.

"Student...Xu Yunyan, nice to meet you, teacher." After approaching, Xu Zhubu bowed respectfully.

"You're here." Zhou Hanjiang looked at him for a while, and tried to stand up with his knees, but his knees were so stiff and weak that he fell back the next moment. Perhaps because he couldn't save his face, he lowered his head and said, "You are an official now, why do you still call yourself a student?"

The students gasped quietly and didn't dare to speak loudly.

Xu Zhubu paused for a moment, then stepped forward and held his arm.

He wanted to refuse, but he really couldn't stand up. After hesitating for a moment, he relied on Xu Zhubu's help and slowly stood up.

He looked at Xu Zhubu, the students, and the rising sun.

"Now that you are here, open the door. However, I have not prepared any firecrackers to celebrate for you."

After saying this, he didn't look at Xu Zhubu, didn't look at the students, didn't look at the rising sun, but walked slowly and pushed open one closed window after another.

Xu Zhubu paused, did not ask him why he was in the bookstore, but just locked the door stop and walked forward to open the window with him.

One after another, bright rays of sunlight squeezed into the bookstore, illuminating the figure of Xu Zhubu and the old face of Zhou Hanjiang.

The students stood at the door, wanting to enter the bookstore but not daring to take a step, so they could only whisper to each other.

"Something strange happened to me today..."

"Could it be that he was...coerced by the adults in Tongan County?"

"Aren't you curious? This Tong'an Bookstore opened overnight. Look inside... it's full of books, the schoolmaster is here, and the adults from Tong'an County are here too..."

"That's the official?"

"Didn't you hear it? Xue Zheng just said it himself!"

"It's over, it's over, I just called him brother! This is terrible, they won't let me in, will they?"

The students were still chatting when Zhou Hanjiang walked to the door and scanned their faces. "The bookstore in Tongan County has opened in our prefectural school. It has just opened and there are not many books. If you want to buy books, come in and choose. If you can't afford them... you can rent them and read them."

In just a few words, he finished giving Xu Zhubu's "opening introduction".

But it was really early now, and it was not the originally scheduled opening time. Even the shopkeeper who had been scheduled had not arrived yet.

——Whether it is Liuyang Prefecture or the bookstore owners in various counties, they will be temporarily managed by the Tongan Chamber of Commerce. After the bookstores are stabilized, the Tongan Chamber of Commerce will appoint or train local reserve shopkeepers.

In desperation, Xu Zhubu had to pretend to be the shopkeeper and stood beside Zhou Hanjiang.

"Hello everyone, my surname is Xu, and you can call me Manager Xu today. Just as Zhou Xuezheng said, Tong'an Bookstore, Liuyangfu Branch is opening today. Due to time constraints, we don't have many books today, only twelve kinds. The price of each book is marked on the back. If you are interested, please come in and buy as you like."

Twelve books?!

The students were stunned.

Looking at the entire Great Zhou, is there any bookstore that dares to open with only twelve kinds of books?

Pick any one of them at random, and they may have more than twelve books at home...

So what is Tongan Bookstore doing...?

It’s not that they dislike it, it’s just that they really can’t understand it.

Zhou Hanjiang glanced at Xu Zhubu, then slowly walked behind the counter, lifted his coat, and sat down on a high stool. "If you want to buy something, come in. If not, go to the government school for morning reading. Don't block the business of other people's bookstores."

Seeing his posture, the students were shocked.

Whether you want to buy it or not, you have to go in and take a look to find out!

When Xu Zhubu saw that his position as shopkeeper was taken away, he voluntarily became a clerk.

He welcomed the students into the bookstore and introduced them, "There are 24 bookshelves in the bookstore. The adjacent bookshelves have the same kind of books. You can go inside to avoid crowding."

The students were not in a hurry to read, but instead looked around curiously.

After entering, they found that this bookstore was much larger and deeper than they had imagined, but the light inside was not dim at all.

There are windows on three sides of the bookstore, and green plants are placed beside each window. Some have only leaves, like bamboo, some have thick leaves and flower buds, and some have even opened petals.

The sunlight rushed through the window and embraced each green plant.

Apart from the windows, there are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. The calligraphy is like floating clouds and startling dragons, and the paintings are also lifelike. However, these calligraphy and paintings are unsigned, which makes many students feel regretful.

"Such a beautiful painting, the author didn't even write a word, it's really a waste..."

"Is it a waste if there is no inscription? I think not. It is a waste if no one appreciates the calligraphy and painting."

The students each had their own opinions and walked in while arguing.

Yang Ziran followed the others as they went deeper, and suddenly an idea popped into his mind - it was quiet and elegant inside, with the scent of books and the rich ink. If he could read a book in there, it would seem... not bad?

As he was thinking this, his vision suddenly broadened.

They reached the end of the bookshelf, but not the end of the bookstore.

Behind the twenty-four bookshelves are several desks.

The desk seemed to have been made not long ago. The wood was light yellow and exuded a fresh wood fragrance.

"It's not even painted, yet it looks so new?" Yang Ziran and his two friends walked forward and gently stroked the table top. The table top was polished clean without any burrs. It would not prick the hands and would not get clothes caught on it.

When I got closer, I found that there was something else on top of the desk.

There is a pen holder integrated with the desk, a paperweight stuck in the side groove of the desk, and an inkstone embedded in the desk.

These are... for them?

After studying for several years, they have never seen a bookstore that provides these items for free. Before, if they wanted to write articles in a bookstore, they either had to bring their own pens, ink, paper and inkstone, or buy a ready-made set in the bookstore. After all, the bookstore owner would not let them "eat for free."

Although there is no ink and paper on the table now, at least there are pens and inkstones!

but......

Yang Ziran pondered for a moment and asked his companions, "Do you think these are free for us to use?"

They were all stunned. After they came to their senses, they were too embarrassed to ask Xu Zhubu, so they had to go back to the bookshelf area together.

They whispered, "Let's not ask. Let's wait for others to ask. If we ask and it's not free, it will be too embarrassing..."

"Yes, let them lose face."