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

Where should this monument be placed?

Everyone thought at the same time that it would be too ostentatious to place a monument half a person's height on the dam.

It was not until Zeng Tongshi led them to the river that they suddenly realized.

It turns out that it was to be buried in the ground and hidden.

If the Hui River had not dried up and the river channel had not been re-dug, this stele engraved with their little thoughts would never have been seen by the public.

Watching Zeng Tongshi digging the soil with great effort, Shen Zheng's thoughts also ran through time, thinking about the future of this monument.

......

At noon, the drying yard of Laoyu Village.

The sun was scorching and the place was bustling with people.

Today's farewell dinner was prepared by the head chef of Bashang Restaurant, but because of the variety of dishes, Zeng Tongshi also specially invited several folk chefs to prepare. Even the round and square tables on the drying yard were arranged with the help of the chefs.

Hundreds of laborers at the river dam gathered at the drying yard and sat down with people they knew.

There was meat and wine on the table. Although the wine was not very good, it was at least something to drink.

You know, wine is made from grains. Drinking a sip of wine is equivalent to eating two or three mouthfuls of grains.

As Zeng Tongshi said "Let the banquet begin", everyone's chopsticks started fighting, wanting to pick up some meat first to satisfy their cravings.

Shen Zheng sat at the main table, and sitting at the same table were Zeng Tongshi, Wei Xiyu and other officials.

She was the first to raise her teacup and said with a smile, "Everyone has worked hard over this period. Since we don't know when the inspector will come for the inspection, let's have tea instead of wine today and toast. We'll all get together again when the inspection is completed and the dam is officially opened!"

"it is good!"

Zeng Tongshi next to her immediately raised his cup, with the rim of the cup slightly lower than her.

The scene was noisy, and the sound of two lamps colliding was almost inaudible.

The other officials raised their glasses. Wei Xiyu sighed, "I've served in the Metropolitan Water Conservancy Bureau for many years, and I've never seen such a sturdy dam and sluice gate. In my opinion, our Huihe Dam will definitely pass the test in one fell swoop!"

No one doesn't like to hear auspicious words. Everyone at the table smiled, rolled up their sleeves and picked up their chopsticks to eat.

You know, if the Huihe Dam passes the inspection and is put into use smoothly, at least half of the people present here can be promoted by half a level.

As for those who failed to get promoted, they were also listed by the higher-ups, commonly known as the promotion reserve.

"Master Shen, your favorite steamed fish!"

Looking at the fish that was quite far away from Shen Zheng, Zeng Tongshi actually stood up and reached out to bring the fish to her.

The others at the table looked calm, some even laughing, "Your chopsticks are a bit slobbery, Mr. Shen, so we won't serve you any food. Just let us know what you'd like to eat and we'll bring it to you!"

Shen Zheng smiled awkwardly and tapped her toes on the ground.

"Thank you for your kindness. You don't have to do that. I can stand up and pick it up."

As he was speaking, several managers from the dam came over with wine.

Perhaps they were a little nervous, and as soon as they stood still, they gulped down a glass of wine.

The wine cup was refilled. Liaotou wiped the sweat from his palms on the seam of his trousers, held the cup with both hands and said, "My lords, we are here to toast you! You have taken such good care of us these days. Honestly, you are the best officials we have ever met, really!"

Everyone at the table subconsciously looked at Shen Zheng, who then looked down at the teacup.

The head of the restaurant reacted immediately and said quickly: "We know that the masters are still doing their work and haven't drunk any wine, so we can just drink it!"

After saying this, he gulped down another glass of wine, and the other stewards followed suit, drinking up the wine in their glasses in one gulp.

Shen Zheng thought for a moment, put down her chopsticks, stood up, and raised the teacup.

"I will serve tea instead of wine. Thank you for your support during this period."

Zeng Tongshi and his companions stood up and raised their cups.

The stewards' faces flushed with excitement, and they kept saying, "No, no, we just wanted to toast you, sir. You don't have to drink! Well, well, and... we wanted to say that it's really great to work with you, sir. If you don't mind, if there's work for us in the court in the future, just give us your orders!"

The other managers looked at Shen Zheng and the others and nodded repeatedly.

On this side, the meal was extremely lively and ended at 3 p.m.

On the other side, at Prime Minister Cui’s residence, the air pressure was low and the servants were walking around the main hall. It was not until the spy came to report that there was some movement in the main hall.

"Has it been found out?"

Prime Minister Cui sat in the main seat, squinting at the spy in the hall.

The dazzling sunlight barely penetrated the hall. The spy's face was hidden in the shadows as he whispered, "Master, I've found out. Your Majesty has appointed Jiang Zhiming, the former Xingning prefect... as the inspector for the Huihe Dam."

After the words were spoken, the host remained silent.

After a while, Cui Xiang suddenly asked, "Who?"

Could it be that it was too bright outside the hall, making him dizzy and causing him to mishear?

"The former prefect of Xingning, Jiang Zhiming." The spy asked patiently.

"Ridiculous!" someone cursed, but no one knew who he was scolding. "Jiang Zhiming, that good-for-nothing who takes concubines like a meal, how could he be an inspector?"

The spy remained motionless and replied, "According to that person, Your Majesty believes that Jiang Zhiming has experienced floods and has considerable insights into river dam construction, so..."

"Snapped--"

The pear wood table was hit hard, but it didn't move at all.

Prime Minister Cui took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "During last year's flood, it was Changnan Prefecture that suffered the most, not Xingning Prefecture. This time, His Majesty really did everything he could to get Shen Zheng promoted. Anyway, where is Jiang Zhiming now?"

A qualified spy is one who has done all the necessary research.

"Jing'an Street, Chiang's Mansion." The spy replied.

After a moment's silence, Cui Xiang stood up and said, "Let's go to Lu's residence. Lu Shenglin knows what to do. Be quiet and don't let anyone notice."

......

Jing'an Street, Chiang's Mansion, back door.

"Tuk-tuk-"

There was a knock on the door, but no one answered.

"Tuk-tuk-"

There were two more knocks on the door, but still no answer.

"Tuk-tuk-"

"Tuk-tuk-"

The knocks on the door continued. The servant inside could no longer bear it. He removed the bolt and cursed, "How many times have I told you to stop knocking? Just knock twice, like you're announcing a death. If the master hears you at the main gate... who are you?"

Looking at the stranger wearing a bamboo hat outside the door, the servant frowned.

He shifted his gaze slightly and saw his companion behind the other person.

The person who was supposed to sneak out to buy roasted chicken came back empty-handed and took a strange stranger through the back door?

The other party didn't answer, so he secretly gripped the wooden door with his right hand, ready to close it at any time.

"Is Lord Jiang at home?" the other party asked.

The servant felt even more puzzled, "You, you came to see my master, but you didn't go through the front door, didn't give a visiting card, and came to the back door..."

Before he could finish his words, a sword was placed across his neck. The man in the bamboo hat moved his wrist slightly, and the sword tip came out of the sheath half an inch. He immediately became obedient.

"Brave, brave man, let's talk it out nicely. Every grievance has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. If you have something to say, please go to my master, but don't kill a servant like me..."

The man in the bamboo hat sneered, and with a flick of his wrist, he immediately replied, "Yes! Yes! Yes! The master is at home!"