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

Under the increasingly heated gazes of the people, Shen Zheng led everyone into the reading building from the backyard and went to the private room on the second floor to drink tea.

Civil and military officials gathered together, and the topics became more diverse.

They talked about the soldiers in Tongan County and the progress of Huihe River. Lu Botang took this opportunity to ask Shen Zheng for the recipe of Perilla Bullfrog.

After chatting for a while, Lu Botang suddenly stood up. General Lin asked him what he was doing. He suddenly slapped his head and locked his eyes with Ji Benchang.

He asked, "Master Ji, did you bring your personal seal?"

Ji Benchang covered his chest with his hands, looking defensive: "What?"

"Write me a note and stamp it with your personal seal," Lu Botang said matter-of-factly. "The big frogs have all been captured by your Ministry of Revenue, and I haven't even tasted one yet. Since everyone's here today, how about we have a frog feast?"

Ji Benchang swallowed subconsciously, but still shook his head and refused: "In principle, frogs from the farm cannot be sold yet."

Lu Botang frowned, took out his purse from his pocket, and put it on the table with a "pa".

"Principles? What principles? You civil servants are always beating around the bush. I paid for it and treated everyone to it. Does that violate principles?"

Looking at the bulging wallet, Ji Benchang was slightly shaken.

Yue Zhenchuan observed his expression, reached out and grabbed the money bag, opened it and took a look, "Old Ji, these are all big silver ingots. Your Ministry of Revenue has made a profit."

Ji Benchang glanced at the bag and completely betrayed himself. He asked Lu Botang, "Give me all these?"

Lu Botang scoffed, "Give them all! Hurry up and write a note. I have to go catch a hundred or eighty of them to whet everyone's appetite."

Now, Ji Benchang became the one who took the initiative.

A note for selling frogs was written in just a few strokes, and then a stamp was stamped on it. Lu Botang picked up the note and left.

When he reached the stairs, Shen Zheng called him, "General Lu, please go down and tell Jiusi to bring the Shen family's cooks over. They are skilled and have experience in making frogs."

Lu Botang snorted, "Why bother with so much trouble? It's just a matter of turning a corner...hiss - Master, you pinched me..."

When he met General Lin's gaze, he completely understood.

have to.

Then he remembered that Lin Fanyun was still being pestered by Yu Jiusi, and his casual words failed to send Yu Jiusi away.

The words spoken are the water poured out.

Lu Botang didn't dare to look at General Lin again, and went downstairs with his neck shrunk.

After he left, Ji Benchang held on to the purse and at the same time became concerned about the revenue of the reading building.

"When I went upstairs just now, I saw that all those shelves of pens and ink had been removed by you?"

Yu Shizhang drank his tea and nodded, then asked him, "Are you going to buy these pens, which cost several dozen taels each, to use? If you're willing to buy them, I'll have them brought out right now."

"Nonsense!" Ji Benchang put the money bag into his arms and frowned. "If you don't sell those, how will you make money? Just a little tea and paper? How are you going to support the ten or so employees in this building?"

If you think about it carefully, this is another business that is bound to lose money.

Yu Shizhang smiled and shook his head: "We still have to sell books later, how come there is no revenue? Old Ji, that's not how you calculate the account. Even if this building has no revenue, it must be erected. Only when the building is erected can the people stand up, and only when the people stand up can our Great Zhou stand up."

Hearing these familiar words, Shen Zheng subconsciously continued, "A country's prosperity depends entirely on its people; the development of its people depends entirely on education. Only when the people are freed from the dilemma of literacy can our Great Zhou be truly prosperous."

A country that is unwilling to suffer losses will naturally not be able to cultivate broad-minded people.

Ji Benchang moved his lips, lowered his head and smiled, "I am narrow-minded. If there is anything that the Ministry of Revenue needs, please feel free to ask. The Ministry of Revenue will help if it can."

After saying this, he felt a little ashamed.

After being obsessed with money for so long, he suddenly forgot the meaning of the court's existence.

It's okay to be stingy, but you can't be stingy all the time. Saving when necessary and spending when necessary is the long-term solution to make the country prosperous.

Immediately afterwards, Yue Zhenchuan also expressed his opinion: "The same is true for my Ministry of Industry."

The Ministry of Industry could provide a lot of help to the reading building, so Shen Zheng happily expressed her gratitude.

The sun moved slightly forward, the tea on the table was changed twice, and suddenly there was a commotion downstairs.

Several arguing sounds came into her ears. Shen Zheng frowned and stood up. Yu Shizhang followed her to the stairs and listened for a while.

"Why do I hear Nan Shu's voice? Did she have an argument with someone? Let's go downstairs and take a look."

He knew very well the character of his granddaughter, whom he had personally raised.

Nan Shu, this girl, usually smiles at everyone she sees, and her words are so sweet that they make people dizzy. If she quarrels with someone, it must be because she is very annoyed by the other person.

"Go downstairs slowly, don't rush." ​​Shen Zheng supported him and said softly, "Jiu Si and the others are here, they will never let Nan Shu be bullied."

Yu Shizhang nodded, but did not slow down his pace as he went downstairs. Shen Zheng kept supporting him, and Ji Benchang and others also followed him downstairs.

As they turned the corner of the stairs, Yu Nanshu's voice became clearer: "Don't you understand what I'm saying? Line up, line up! Everyone is waiting, and you're the only ones who don't follow the rules?"

The voice was as powerful as a firecracker, and Shen Zheng knew she had not suffered any loss when she heard it.

Then, the other party's voice came: "Young master, where do I need to queue? Your building is the territory of our country's imperial prison. We are just here to take a look. Why should we follow your rules?"

Now Shen Zheng understood.

The person who made Yu Nanshu angry turned out to be a student from the Imperial College, commonly known as a dandy.

Before she and Yu Shizhang had even finished walking up the stairs, they almost bumped into a guy running up the stairs.

In order to avoid hitting the two of them, the guy temporarily reduced his strength and leaned back. Just as he was about to fall, Shen Zheng was quick to grab his sleeve and pull him back.

After the guy stood up straight, he knelt down on the stairs.

"I deserve to die, I deserve to die, please forgive me, my Lord."

"It's just an accident. Stand up and talk." Shen Zheng looked down at him and suddenly remembered: "When I came to the Ya Pavilion to hang out before, it was you who received me. You even gave me an address and asked me to introduce your name so that I could buy paper and pen at a lower price."

The clerk raised his head and opened his mouth, his face flushed red, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear. "To answer your Excellency, it is me! My name is Sun Yifu, and I used to be a clerk at Ya Ge. Thank you, Lord, for your generosity and for allowing me to continue working in the building..."

Shen Zheng gestured for him to go downstairs, saying as they walked, "I saw you this morning and you looked familiar. We are destined to meet. You hurried upstairs just now. Did you want to report what happened downstairs?"

After going downstairs, Sun Yi-fu led the way in front and turned his head to answer.

"Master, the one who was arguing with Miss Yu is a student from the Imperial College, his name is..."