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

Taking advantage of the night, Wu Ti quietly left from the back door of the prime minister's residence. His black hood was blown up by the wind, and the greed in his eyes was even stronger than the night itself.

"He's fallen to such a low point, yet he's still so bossy. Do you really think you're still the Prime Minister, second only to the Prime Minister..."

When he thought of the other person's look that looked at him like a dog, he felt very unhappy.

So what if he's the Prime Minister?

In the end, you still have to ask yourself for help, right?

"Sir..." The attendant arrived with a carriage and after looking around, he whispered, "It's not advisable to stay here for long. Sir, please get in the carriage quickly."

After getting in the car, Wu Ti took off his hood and threw it on the seat.

The attendant repeatedly hesitated to speak, and he impatiently asked, "Why are you acting like that? I'm not afraid, and you, a servant, are afraid?"

The attendant shook his head unwillingly, pressed down the fluttering curtain and said, "My lord, I am just worried about you..."

"Worried?" Wu Ti forced a cold laugh out of his throat, tilting his head to examine the interior of the carriage. "This shabby carriage... I've had enough of it! Now the opportunity is right in front of me. If I don't seize it, I'll be suppressed by Wei Xiyu for the rest of my life!"

In terms of seniority, he was no worse than Wei Xiyu, so the resentment in his heart had long been overflowing - why was the other party the Supervisor, while he, Wu Ti, could only be inferior to him and serve as an errand runner?

The greed and unwillingness in his eyes frightened the servants.

"Sir, I'm not saying this to discourage you. It's just that everyone in the court knows that the Emperor wants to appoint Lord Shen as the assistant to the six ministries. If you and the Prime Minister are caught doing this..."

"Snapped--"

Before he could finish his words, he was slapped hard in the face.

"Shut your damn mouth." Wu Ti's eyes were filled with ruthlessness. "If this gets out, no one will be able to escape unscathed."

Cui Xiang, Jiang Zhiming, Wei Xiyu...

If he fails, he will die. Even if he dies, he will take someone with him.

......

Jing'an Street, Wei Mansion.

There was a gentle knock on the study door. Wei Xiyu stopped writing at the table and called out, "Come in."

The wind squeezed in through the crack in the door. Madam Wei's hair was slightly disheveled. She walked slowly towards him, holding a food tray in both hands. "Master, please have some soup. You've been going to bed late lately. Now that the important matter is over, why don't you go to bed early?"

The aroma of the soup penetrated into Wei Xiyu's nose, and he touched his stomach.

"Thank you, ma'am. I'm actually a little hungry." He took the spoon and said with a smile, "Ma'am, you may not know, but now that the inspection report has been submitted, the various departments involved in the construction can submit their reports and request rewards based on their merits."

"Are you asking for a reward based on your merits?" Madam Wei sat down next to him, her eyes full of admiration. "Then Master is going to be promoted again! Master Shen is truly a lucky star for our family!"

Seeing her happy expression, Wei Xiyu couldn't bear to tell the truth.

After a long pause, he finally said, "My term at the Du Shui Jian is short, so I shouldn't be too eager for meritorious service. Therefore, regarding this achievement... I intend to petition on Wu Ti's behalf."

"Wu Ti?" Madam Wei frowned upon hearing the name. "Master, I know you don't like it, but I still want to say... Wu Ti, his eyes are like a wolf's. He doesn't look like a good person..."

For some reason, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable when she heard her master was going to commend the other party.

"You..." Wei Xiyu laughed at her childish nature. "In the officialdom, there's no such thing as good guys or bad guys. If you don't take care of yourself, you'll be punished by heaven and earth. It's just human nature."

Madam Wei pursed her lips. "Since Master knows this, why don't you ask for a reward for yourself? Wouldn't it be clear if we just hit the rod and see if there are any?"

Even if the court rejects it, they won't lose anything.

At least let His Majesty know that Wei Xiyu is also an official who knows how to make progress!

After finishing the whole bowl of soup, Wei Xiyu wiped his mouth and said with a smile, "Wu Ti has been the Water Minister for a while now, so I thought I'd try to get him some credit. As my wife said, whether there are jujubes or not, it's worth it to try."

"..."

Mrs. Wei rolled her eyes in anger.

In my entire life, this is the first time I’ve heard of someone picking dates for others!

......

The next morning, undercurrents were surging.

The news of the successful acceptance of Huihe Dam reached the ears of all officials yesterday.

Just as they expected, before leaving the court, the emperor waved his hand and set a date for opening the sluice gates: "The flood season is approaching, it is better to open it one day earlier than one day later, so let's open it tomorrow."

No one objected, and the emperor continued, "All departments must submit their reports as soon as possible, and I will personally issue the edict."

All the officials looked at each other secretly, not knowing whether they were happy or sad in their hearts - His Majesty was so anxious to promote Lord Shen!

Someone secretly observed Prime Minister Cui's expression, but found that he seemed uneasy and frequently turned his head to look at the sky outside the hall.

After the court was dismissed, before the officials had even left the Suzaku Gate, a hint of dampness filled the air, followed by a drizzle.

The rain wasn't heavy, and there was no need for an umbrella; just raising your sleeves to block the rain would be enough. However, an official from the Imperial Observatory said, "In summer, we're not afraid of a sudden downpour, but we're afraid of a continuous drizzle."

The sudden rain came so hard and fast that anyone with a discerning eye knew to hide and understood that the rain would not last long.

But drizzle is different.

The gentle drizzle can easily make people relax their vigilance, but experienced farmers know that when tending to the fields, the most important thing to guard against is the summer drizzle - this kind of rain can last for a day or two, and the roots of crops can be easily soaked, and the food and wooden furniture in the home can also easily become moldy.

After hearing this, Jiang Zhiming stopped, raised his head and squinted his eyes, looking at the low sky.

The officials beside him asked him curiously, "Why doesn't Mr. Jiang leave?"

"This sir..." Jiang Zhiming felt as if he was being overly worried. "To be honest, last year's flood in the east was caused by this kind of drizzle. Then the rain suddenly increased in intensity, and in the blink of an eye, the river was filled to the brim. It was terrifying."

Lord Hu smiled and shook his head, patting him on the shoulder to console him. "You've been through something like that, so you tend to overthink things. The river is so wide, you'll be fine. You'd better get back to the car and take shelter from the rain."

The two men headed towards their respective carriages. After getting on, Jiang Zhiming always felt a little uneasy.

"Upstream, downstream..."

He scratched his head irritably and couldn't help but think of what happened yesterday.

......

Cui Jinyin hasn't returned to the Cui Mansion for a month.

It was raining today, and the housekeeper of the Cui Mansion hurried to the Xu Mansion to look for her, saying that the master had sprained his ankle after leaving court and asked her to go home to see him.

"Miss, the master loves you the most. Now that you have lived in the Xu Mansion for over a month, I beg you to go back and live there too."

He thought Cui Jinyin was still holding a grudge, so he tried to persuade her, "The master accidentally hit you that day, and he's been feeling very bad. He hasn't eaten dinner in several days, saying that whenever he thinks about it, he can't eat, and he's worried that you'll stop being close to him. Miss, tell me, how can a grudge between a close relative and a grandson last overnight? Just talk it out."

A trace of confusion flashed across Cui Jinyin's eyes, and she subconsciously raised her hand to touch her cheek.

Is she still holding a grudge?

It seems not.

But why did she resist going back?

After thinking for a while, she couldn't figure it out and said, "Prepare the car. I'm going back to see my grandfather."