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

"Go to Tongan County, or...stay in Shangjing?"

Hua Duo repeated it blankly.

She suddenly felt a little flustered because she had never thought of staying in Shangjing.

In her opinion, she is the master's personal bodyguard, and her duty is to stay by her side and protect her safety.

But when her master asked this, she suddenly realized a fact - in the beginning, she was actually a guard of the Shen Mansion. It was because her master was kind and pitied her that he brought her with him and taught her to read.

Does this mean that after her master returns to Tongan County, she should actually stay in Shangjing and continue to guard the Shen Mansion?

Hua Duo asked herself, she was not a sensitive person, but she didn't know why, it was clearly a question of choosing between two options, but it made her have so many thoughts.

She thought she needed to be honest.

"Master, I don't want to leave you." She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly on her legs. "After returning to the mansion, I will train the guards and choose someone who can take over my duties... Is that okay?"

After waiting anxiously, I finally saw a smiling face.

"Of course. Huaduo, I want to take you back to Tongan County, but I don't know what your wishes are, so I asked this question."

Hua Duo moved his stiff fingers, and the corners of his mouth rose subtly, but the curve became bigger and bigger.

"Wherever you are, I will be there."

Shen Zheng was actually happy to be followed by her. "Then it's settled. But I want Peiyu and the others to stay in Shangjing and help me manage my business there."

Before she left Beijing, the bookstore, cloth shop, and printing house had to be opened, and she would feel at ease only if she had her own people stay behind to guard them.

Upon hearing this, Hua Duo felt sad for Pei Yu and the others for a moment.

Maybe the master doesn't know, but she knows how much Pei Yu and the others want to follow the master back to Tongan County.

If they knew that I was the only one who could go back with the Master...

She thought she could still beat all four of them.

"Everything is up to the master's arrangements." It was a nice sentence, but it sounded a bit like gloating.

The noise outside suddenly stopped for a moment, leaving only the chirping of cicadas.

After a while, the voices of the common people could be heard: "Here they come! The people from the Xianhuan Society are here. Eh? Why isn't Master Shen here? The one in the front walking on his hands, that must be the Fifth Master, right? I heard he's the head of the Xianhuan Society."

One sentence attracted two voices of disapproval.

The first sentence is: "That thing they're sitting on is called a wheelchair. It's for people with mobility problems. It rolls so fast you can't even catch up. I heard it was made by Old Craftsman Qiao himself. Do you know Old Craftsman Qiao? He's the master craftsman who worked with Lord Shen to invent textile machines and fans."

In the eyes of the common people, the doctor around Shen Zheng is called "miracle doctor" and the craftsman is called "miracle craftsman".

The second sentence - "The Fifth Master is not the head of the Xianhuan Society. The head of the Xianhuan Society is Master Shen!"

"Then why doesn't Lord Shen come?"

The people were puzzled and stood on tiptoe to look behind Diwu Nazheng and his companions, but they still could not find Shen Zheng.

It was still a little difficult for the wheelchair to go up the hill, so Chang Yue'er lent a hand and pushed Diwu Nazheng onto the stage.

Diwu Na was sitting in the middle of the altar. The altar was behind them, facing the direction of the imperial city.

This time they offered sacrifices not to gods but to the Emperor of Man.

If the emperor did not care about the people, the relief agency would not be established.

The people standing below the stage included common people, minor officials from the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Revenue, and merchants who had sponsored the construction materials. Everyone was waiting for Diwu Nazheng to speak.

"Everyone..." Diwu Nazheng smiled, but his aura was not to be underestimated. "Thanks to the support of the court, Lord Shen, and merchants from all over the country, the relief center can begin construction today. The reason for the establishment of the relief center and its responsibilities have been clearly stated in the previous announcement of the Ring Association, so I will not repeat the formalities. On behalf of the displaced people, I thank the emperor, Lord Shen, the officials of the court, and all the merchants and fellow villagers. Thank you very much!"

He sat in a wheelchair, but his back was straighter than that of a person standing.

There was a surge of cheers from the crowd, and under everyone's gaze, he bowed to express his gratitude.

The court officials and merchants below the stage raised their hands to return the greeting, and the people followed suit, creating an extremely harmonious scene.

Behind Diwu Nazheng, Chang Yueer whispered, "President, the auspicious time has arrived."

Diwu Nazheng nodded and raised his hand, saying, "Everyone, please be quiet. The auspicious time has arrived. Let's offer sacrifices..."

Before he finished speaking, two muffled sounds were heard from outside the crowd.

Shen Zheng was sitting in the car when suddenly there was some rustling sound on the roof, like many leaves falling at the same time.

Hua Duo immediately drew his sword, and a cold light flashed before Shen Zheng's eyes.

"Assassination?" Shen Zheng asked softly.

Who hates her so much that he follows her here?

Hua Duo's arms were still tense, his ears were focused, and finally he shook his head, "Master, it seems... someone is chopping down the trees."

"Cut down trees?" Knowing there was no danger, Shen Zheng raised her voice. "Diwu Nazheng didn't say that sacrifices required cutting down trees. What's going on?"

As soon as she asked the question, the people surrounding the altar exclaimed in surprise. She lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked inside.

——Two hunchbacked old farmers, supported by several young men, walked slowly towards the stage. The young men were wearing sweatshirts and were of strong build. Some of them held a hoe, and some held a butcher knife.

Obviously, the noise of chopping trees just now was made by those young men, intending to attract everyone's attention.

The people were worried about being hurt and scattered to both sides.

"What's this for? Are you here to mess things up?"

"Didn't the Ring Society just get established? Who did they offend?"

"Who could he be? A peasant, perhaps? He looks like he's here to seek justice."

Shen Zheng frowned and looked at Diwu Nazheng. Diwu Nazheng had already recognized her carriage and shook his head slightly in the direction of the carriage.

"In the early days of its establishment, we must not conflict with the people..." she murmured.

"Master, this..." Hua Duo said with a worried look on his face, "What do you want me to do?"

Shen Zheng looked at those people, and had a guess in her mind. She whispered, "Tell the driver to go and find the head of the village."

She remembered that this piece of wasteland belonged to a village outside the capital. According to the territorial rules of the Great Zhou Dynasty, wherever there was a village, there would be a gentry or an elderly villager serving as the head of the village.

These villagers may not listen to the officials from the capital, but they will definitely listen to the village head.

The driver took his orders and left. The two old farmers in the audience also spoke tremblingly: "Sir, I have something to say!"

Diwu Na was signaling Chang Yueer to push him off the stage.

Chang Yueer hesitated slightly: "President, auspicious time..."

Sacrifices are based on timing. If you miss it, it will be difficult to explain to everyone.

If the ring does not run smoothly in the future, the first person to be blamed is the president, Diwu Nazheng, because his wrong decision caused the sacrifice to miss the auspicious time and thus lose the luck.

Diwu Nazheng turned his head to look at him: "Yue'er, we are all citizens of the Great Zhou. The emperor will not punish us."