Transmigrated into a corrupt female county magistrate, defied fate and changed her life in a deserte

After breakfast, the group walked towards the county government office.

Huo Fangchu thought she hid the grain in the county government office and didn't care, but now Song Jinshu was standing in front of a luxurious private residence.

Although it is called a luxurious private residence, it is not actually luxurious. It is just a mansion compared to other houses.

Song Jinshu looked up and glanced at the plaque engraved with the name of Shen's residence, and sighed inwardly. It had been so long, and Shen Fenghua still hadn't come back. It seemed that she would never come back.

Before leaving, he gave her the key to the house and asked her to help look after the house.

Because the amount of sweet potatoes was too large, the county government office couldn't hold it all, and there was no place to put it in the small courtyard she bought, and Lu Ruoyu's place couldn't hold it either.

So after much thought, I could only move to Shen Fenghua's house first.

The Shen residence is closest to the county government office, so any movement in the residence can be heard by the county government office first.

The most important thing is that there is a lot of space inside, enough to hold sweet potatoes.

In order to facilitate management, Song Jinshu also moved some of the potatoes planted last year to the cellar in Shen's house.

She opened the door kindly and led Huo Fang in familiarly, while the others stood guard outside.

"Don't mind, big brother. This is the residence of an old friend of mine. He went home and has no idea when he'll be back, so he left me a key. He has too many sweet potatoes and the county warehouse can't hold them all, so he's storing them here."

So that's how it is. Huo Fang understood and stopped looking around curiously.

The two of them walked all the way to the backyard, where there was a large cellar where Song Jinshu hid the food.

She lifted the lid, then, taking the lantern, went down the stairs first.

Huo Fang followed closely behind and went down to the cellar together.

Song Jinshu took advantage of this moment to light the lamp in the cellar, and everything in the cellar came into view in an instant.

Huo Fang widened his eyes in shock. There seemed to be too many strangely shaped melons here!

"Are these the sweet potatoes you mentioned?"

He asked, pointing to the small mountain of sweet potatoes in the corner.

Song Jinshu smiled and walked over, picked up one and handed it to Huo Fang, saying, "Yes! General, please look, these are all solid, and each sweet potato is very large. An average adult man will be full after eating one."

Huo Fang took the sweet potato and weighed it in his hand. Each one weighed about one to two kilograms.

Looking at the sweet potato in front of him, he felt both excited and hesitant. He had never seen such a sweet potato before and wondered if he could eat it.

"Yeah! If sweet potatoes are really edible, one will fill you up, and they're also very convenient to carry."

Sweet potatoes are big in size, and as long as they are cooked, if you eat them sparingly during the march, they can almost last until the evening.

"Can I take it back and try it?" Huo Fang looked at Song Jinshu and asked.

Song Jinshu nodded: "Of course! We can take a few more out so that the other brothers can try them, but sweet potatoes are very filling, and if you eat too much, you won't be able to finish lunch."

Huo Fang hardly cared about this problem. Those who practiced martial arts got hungry very quickly, and the personal guards who came with him were even more greedy than the other.

Huo Fang looked around again and found that the sweet potatoes in the cellar were indeed very large. If they could be planted this year, the autumn harvest would surely be a good one.

He just thought that the fields at the border were not fertile. If he rashly brought the sweet potatoes back for cultivation, and they didn't adapt to the local climate and soil, it would not only be a waste of food, but also delay the cultivation here.

While thinking about the problem, Huo Fang unknowingly walked to the other side where potatoes were piled.

Looking at the different varieties in front of him, Huo Fang was a little confused and asked, "What is this?"

It looks smaller than sweet potato, and its shapes include long, round, and bumpy.

Song Jinshu picked up the potato and explained to Huo Fang, "This is called a potato. It can be eaten as a vegetable or a staple food. And it tastes good no matter how you cook it."

In modern times, the only food she likes to eat in the school cafeteria is fried potatoes, baked potatoes, and stir-fried potatoes...

No matter how it is cooked, she likes it and never gets tired of it.

Huo Fang was curious after hearing this: "Then let's get some potatoes to try."

Song Jinshu did not object to this. She was neither happy nor sad. There were two reasons why she did not recommend Huo Fang to take the potatoes back for trial planting.

First, the number of potatoes is small, so she plans to save all of them for seeds and then officially promote their cultivation in Jingyang County.

Secondly, although potatoes are not very picky about the environment for growing them, she heard that the yield from the most fertile land in the border areas is extremely low. She was worried that after sending the potatoes out, she would never be able to get them back.

Then the potatoes were completely destroyed in the border areas. There were only a few potatoes to begin with, and she felt sad if one was missing.

After looking at the sweet potatoes and potatoes in the cellar, Song Jinshu and the other person came out one after another. As for fishing out the sweet potatoes and potatoes, someone naturally did the job for them.

Song Jinshu took Huo Fang back to the county government office for tea. Huo Fang stared at the gate absent-mindedly.

"Don't worry, big brother. Sweet potatoes and yams will be cooked quickly. We'll be able to enjoy them soon."

Food is a very important thing for the hundreds of thousands of troops at the border. As the main general, how could Huo Fang not be anxious?

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Song Jinshu let him go, but he didn't forget to send someone down to urge him to go.

"Sir, the Liu family and County Magistrate Lu are here." Big Head walked in with his burly body and reported.

Looking at Datou, Huo Fang's eyes lit up. This is a talented general!

Song Jinshu looked at Huo Fang, who nodded. She then turned to Datou and said, "Go and invite them in!"

In an instant, Lu Ruoyu and Liu Jingmo both arrived and greeted Song Jinshu.

Liu Jingmo hesitated whether to perform the junior's salute as well, but he saw Lu Ruoyu had already bowed respectfully, so he immediately followed suit.

"Master Huo!"

Lu Ruoyu's eyes turned slightly. Although he had guessed it was Huo Fang a long time ago, now that the two met face to face, he couldn't pretend not to know him.

Huo Fang was also a little surprised when he saw Lu Ruoyu: "I didn't expect to see Mr. Lu here. It has been five years since we last met. Mr. Lu is as handsome and unparalleled as he was back then."

Lu Ruoyu smiled faintly and said, "I didn't expect that Master Huo still remembered me. Master Huo is even more majestic than before."

Song Jinshu and Liu Jingmo looked at each other and said in unison: They know each other!

Liu Jingmo was surprised that Lu Ruoyu actually knew the bandits. He began to have conspiracy theories in his mind and suspected that Lu Ruoyu was the bandits' accomplice in coming to Jingyang County.

Song Jinshu, who knew Huo Fang's identity, thought more and more deeply.

Who was Huo Fang? He was the patron saint of the Jinghe Dynasty, and even the current emperor had to treat him with courtesy.

Looking at the court, apart from members of the royal family, who else could be treated with such courtesy as this important figure?

It was also at this time that Song Jinshu began to become curious about Lu Ruoyu's identity. What was under the skin of his vest?

Feeling Song Jinshu's hot and inquiring gaze, Lu Ruoyu turned her head and smiled slightly.

"Has Mr. Huo and my master reached an agreement on the business? Do you need our help?"