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

In the afternoon, Shen Zheng went to the Ministry of Industry.

She didn't expect the Ministry of Industry to be so efficient.

It would have been fine if he just made the cement, but he actually took on a job for her?

Seeing Yue Zhenchuan's face looking for praise, Shen Zheng thanked him seriously.

Yue Zhenchuan was right. As long as she did this job well, her promotion would be a sure thing.

While she was happy, she also felt a little melancholy - she didn't know if she could return to Tongan County before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The melancholy only lasted for half a cup of tea, and then the familiar little board was brought up.

Yue Zhenchuan handed her the plaster pen, turned around and saw dozens of perverted faces grinning at her.

......

The days passed by in full swing. During these few days, Shen Zheng ran between the Ministry of Works, the Ministry of Revenue, and Jiahepu.

She "discussed" the complete drawings of the blast furnace in a "guided" manner with everyone in the Ministry of Industry.

Officials from the Ministry of Industry felt that those obscure knowledge and illustrations had entered their minds in an extremely strange and rude way.

The cement of the Water Conservancy Bureau was also completed. Officials from the Water Conservancy Bureau and the Water Conservancy Bureau found various ways to get close to her every day, hoping that she could help draw the dam pouring plan, which was exactly what Shen Zheng wanted.

During this period, the officials of the Ministry of Works and the Capital Water Conservancy Bureau changed their address for Shen Zheng from "Lord Shen" to "Little Shen".

But in fact, they knew in their hearts that they couldn't call him "Xiao Shen" for long, but it was always good to be able to get closer to him for a while.

The Ministry of Works was very enthusiastic, and the Ministry of Revenue was no exception.

Shen Zheng watched as several hundred kilograms of sweet potatoes were harvested from the fields.

She didn't have time to stay in Jiahepu all the time, but Ji Benchang was very concerned about her. After court every day, he went to Jiahepu alone.

Ji Benchang also said that the rice seedlings of Ruiguxuan have begun to be transplanted in batches, and the roots of the seedlings are very developed, so he is not worried at all now.

Two more days passed.

Shen House.

It was just past midnight and the sky was already mostly bright. In the Ziyi courtyard, Huaduo and Peiyu were taming their wrists.

"clatter--"

It's the sound of ink dripping.

Hua Duo's cheeks turned slightly red, and while Mu Qing and the others were not paying attention, he quickly put the tip of the pen on the paper.

"Ah..." Peiyu exclaimed in a low voice, "Sister Hua has torn the paper again."

"......" Hua Duo moved his hands slightly to cover his horrible handwriting, "Don't look......"

In terms of literacy, she is the second best among the five.

As for the most powerful one...

She looked up at Mu Qing opposite her.

Mu Qing is amazing, not only because she is smarter than the others, but most importantly, she is the one who is most willing to work hard and is the most ruthless to herself.

Shen Zheng gave them a lot of scratch paper, but Mu Qing was reluctant to use new ones. After class every day, she would practice repeatedly on the used paper until the white paper turned completely black and there was no place to write anymore.

Every morning, Mu Qing was the first one to get up and read. Every night, Mu Qing was also the one who wrote on the ground in the moonlight.

Hua Duo was convinced by her because Mu Qing's handwriting was the most beautiful among them.

As for her own words...

It is the ugliest.

The characters could not even be described as "ugly" but rather "difficult to recognize".

She couldn't control the strength of her hands, and sometimes if she used a little too much force, the tip of the pen would become bristly and the paper would be punctured.

Huaduo was very distressed about this.

"Don't be nervous, relax." Just as she was thinking, her hand was held by another hand.

Seeing this, Mu Qing and the others quickly stood up, "Sir!"

Then he was surprised: "Sir, why did you get up at the early hour today?"

Shen Zheng asked them to sit down, and while holding Hua Duo's hand and guiding him to write, she said, "We have to go to watch the execution today. If we are late, we will miss the trip."

A few people nodded and wanted to prepare breakfast for her.

"I'll go out and eat at the stall later." Shen Zheng said, "I've been in Beijing for a few days and haven't had time to see the morning scenery or taste the food outside. Don't worry about me, just sit down and practice calligraphy. Huaduo, your wrist... relax."

If it weren't for the warmth in her hands, Shen Zheng would have felt like she was grabbing a gold ingot.

Heavy and stubborn, and won't obey orders.

Hua Duo blushed to his ears, "Master, Master, Master, I can't control it..."

She didn't want to just stand there, but when she thought that her master would be able to see her dog-scratched handwriting on the paper at a glance, she felt a lump in her throat and her whole body was out of control.

Shen Zheng laughed, let go of her hand, and sat next to Hua Duo.

"It's like this when you first start writing. You're used to holding a knife, so your wrist and hand will subconsciously exert force. It's normal. Just think of the pen in your hand as a small dagger. Don't use too much force, otherwise the table will break."

Huaduo nodded woodenly.

Seeing her forehead full of sweat, Shen Zheng smiled and said, "Okay, I won't put pressure on you. Go wash your face and let's go out. I'll teach you how to write later."

When Hua Duo heard this, sweat broke out on his forehead like crazy.

Mu Qing and the others looked at him with envy, thinking secretly in their hearts - how about... they also deliberately write ugly words?

......

Shen Zheng took Hua Duo to eat wontons.

Wonton noodles and steamed buns are her favorite breakfast.

The taste of wontons in Shangjing is somewhat different from that in Liuyang Prefecture.

Liuyangfu’s food is salty in taste. Although the meat filling is not big, a thin layer of salt is kneaded into the filling, which makes it taste delicious.

But the wontons in Beijing pay more attention to the word "fresh", so the wontons are not heavily salty.

Shen Zheng finished the wonton soup, thought for a while and asked Hua Duo: "Hua Duo, do you know seafood wontons?"

"Seafood?" Hua Duo thought for a moment and shook his head, "Master, I don't think I've heard of it."

Shen Zheng's eyes lit up immediately. "After returning home, let Jiang Sheng go buy some dried shrimps and sea urchins. We will cook seafood wontons tomorrow morning!"

The purple grass in the sea is Lithospermum officinale.

It’s a bit expensive, but it’s not hard to find in Shangjing City, which has convenient transportation.

Hua Duo wrote it down immediately and began to look forward to it.

After spending a few days with her master, she had a vague feeling in her heart - the master never treated the servants in the mansion as slaves.

The master's attitude towards them is more like...

Hire?

Yes, hiring.

It was as if she was not a slave in the mansion, but a civilian hired by the master, responsible for protecting the master's safety. The master not only took care of their food, clothing, housing and transportation, but even paid for them to read and write out of his own pocket.

She didn't know how to write the words "gratitude for recognizing and giving a chance", but she knew in her heart that her master had the grace to recognize and give a chance to them.

The setting sun came out from the clouds. After eating the wontons, Hua Duo felt warm in his stomach and his heart.

She was just about to say a few heartfelt words to Shen Zheng when she was ruthlessly interrupted by an "unsavory" person.

"Sister Shen? It's really you! You are an official appointed by the imperial court, and you are eating wontons at this shabby stall? Aren't you afraid that the person who made the wontons didn't wash his hands clean and will get diarrhea later?"

Shen Zheng made a "tsk" sound and said to Hua Duo, "Go, snatch his purse and give the stall owner some change to apologize."