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

"What? Are you having trouble?"

Song Jinshu asked, blinking her big innocent eyes.

There was only one honest man at the scene. He Lin nodded seriously and said, "Sir Song, I know your idea is good, but it's really too difficult to actually do it."

"The lives of the people in our prefecture have only begun to improve in the past two years. If we continue like this, it will arouse public resentment."

All the officials present cast glances of gratitude and admiration towards He Lin.

Someone spoke up to dissuade them, and the rest just responded.

"Brother He is right. Sir Song, please consider this carefully. This is not a trivial matter."

Xiang An's face was full of confusion. From a big picture perspective, building a highway would bring more benefits than disadvantages.

But considering the immediate interests, it is indeed beyond our ability.

So he sighed and advised, "Why don't we put this matter aside for now? Wait a few years, and when Shun'an Prefecture becomes prosperous, we can discuss it again."

Song Jinshu lowered her eyes with regret. She was outnumbered, so she could only suppress the matter.

"Alright! Let's discuss this later! Meeting adjourned!"

Although the trip was in vain, the county magistrates got to know the temperament of their new boss.

After the meeting, the county magistrates surrounded He Lin and went to a famous restaurant in the provincial capital.

This scene shows that He Lin was terrified. His former colleagues all avoided him, fearing that he would say something wrong and implicate him.

What happened today?

Why did the officials of Shunan Prefecture completely fail to match his imagination of being isolated?

Wang Zhizhang politely poured He Lin a glass of wine. "I've been busy dealing with county affairs before, and haven't gotten to know Brother He yet. Now that we've met today, we should have a good chat to strengthen our relationship."

The magistrate of Datian County also smiled in a particularly worthless way and picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks for He Lin.

"Brother He is very courageous and has great vision. I admire him immensely. I will have to rely on him for support in the future."

He Lin suddenly received a lot of goodwill, and his heart, which had been frozen for a long time, completely melted under the enthusiasm of the county magistrates.

His talkative nature also began to show, and soon he became brothers with the county magistrate who was present.

Xiang An found it funny to see the various county magistrates, except He Lin, all having so many tricks up their sleeves.

They value He Lin's "toughness". If they feel it is inconvenient to speak directly to their superiors in the future, they can use this toughness to confront him.

Poor He Lin didn’t even know he was being sold.

Xiang An didn't want to care about this and ate his meal quietly.

Inside the Sheriff's Mansion.

Song Jinshu was in a dilemma. She sat in the pavilion dejectedly admiring the lotus flowers.

She secretly cursed herself for not knowing how to enjoy life and not being able to relax.

At that moment, Song Jinshu squinted his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but in fact he was using his know-it-all skills to eavesdrop on important matters in the court.

Not to mention that she heard it.

Kyoto City, inside the Imperial Palace.

Xiao Ren was overjoyed when he saw the battle report in his hand. He immediately issued an edict to inform the world that his sworn brother and General Huo would be back soon.

"Come here, pass on my decree. On the day of Marquis Wen'an and General Huo's triumphant return, all officials and common people must line the streets to welcome them respectfully. Also, have the Ministry of Rites prepare a welcoming ceremony in advance. I want my sworn brother and the general to enjoy their glory."

Seeing that the emperor was happy, Eunuch Yang was naturally happy as well, and immediately went down to convey the emperor's order.

After regaining consciousness, Song Jinshu jumped up and down excitedly. His elder brother and Ruoyu had really returned triumphantly!

Suddenly her smile froze. From what the emperor said, her elder brother seemed to be in Beizhou City as well?

But why did Huo Fang always say in the letters he sent her that he was living in retirement in Kyoto?

Song Jinshu realized that he had been deceived again and was in a bad mood.

Do they treat themselves like children, so they only report good news and not bad news?

……

While everyone was celebrating the successful suppression of the rebellion in Beizhou City, the people in Beizhou City were struggling to make ends meet.

After two years of continuous war, fertile land could no longer be cultivated normally, and the meager subsidies issued by the court were only enough to buy food for one month.

Some brave people took their families to other cities to make a living, while others waited quietly for the court to distribute relief food.

The famine in Beizhou City broke out completely a month later and became uncontrollable.

A large number of disaster victims suddenly appeared in the nearest prefecture. Seeing that the disaster was getting worse, the prefect of Pingyao, Li, immediately reported to the capital and asked the court to send relief grain as soon as possible.

And County Magistrate Li immediately sent a distress signal to several surrounding prefectures.

Half a month had passed since Song Jinshu received County Magistrate Li's letter for help. She immediately packed up the supplies and sent Lu Chuan and Wang Er to deliver them personally.

After Liu Zhiyuan learned about this, he volunteered to go to Beizhou City, where he made many like-minded friends.

The last time my uncle was imprisoned, my grandmother fell ill several times, and Song Jinshu directly declined his request.

Lu Chuan even went to Liu Zhiyuan's house in person to comfort him, and said that he would find his good friend and let him know that he was safe.

The day before the two left, Song Jinshu secretly found them.

"Lu Chuan, Wang Er, you are my most capable subordinates. Besides helping the disaster victims in Beizhou City, I also need you to do something."

When Lu Chuan and Wang Er heard about their capable subordinates, they straightened their backs instantly. Since Song Jinshu was promoted, they were transferred to the provincial capital one after another. Now they were small officials in the yamen, each in charge of more than ten to twenty people.

"Please tell me what you want, sir. I will take care of it for you." The two said in unison.

Song Jinshu smiled and said, "Your mission here is secondary. I want you to tell the victims that Shun'an Prefecture has sufficient food and clothing, and the prefect is willing to accept the victims."

"I will provide them with jobs and housing within three years. If they want to stay in Thuan An after three years, I will also help them obtain citizenship."

The reason why there was famine in Beizhou City was that the war had destroyed the land beyond recognition, and the fields could not recover in a year or two.

Even if you force yourself to plant crops, the harvest will not be much, or even nothing at all.

Although the fields cannot be restored to their original state in three years, they will be much better if they are reclaimed for farming.

At that time, she would transfer sweet potatoes and potatoes to the people for cultivation, so that no matter how difficult life became for the people, they would not go hungry.

Although Lu Chuan and the other two did not understand Song Jinshu's intention of attracting the victims, they nodded seriously and said that they would complete the task faithfully.

In order to ensure the smooth evacuation of the disaster victims, Song Jinshu wrote a letter to County Magistrate Li, expressing that he sympathized with his current difficulties and was willing to selflessly accept the disaster victims.

She hoped that he could pave the way for the refugees who were willing to flee the famine. No matter how many refugees came, she was willing to accept them.

……

Despite their haste, it still took Lu Chuan and his companions a month to reach Pingyao Prefecture City.

When he saw that they brought more than a dozen carts of food, County Governor Li hugged the two of them and cried at the city gate, and praised Song Jinshu even more.

He sent out more than ten letters, but only four or five people replied. He gave these people some food, but there were too many people and too little porridge, so they couldn't last more than ten days.

County Magistrate Li was really afraid that the hungry victims would eat him.

Lu Chuan patted County Magistrate Li on the back somewhat uncomfortably.

"Master Li, my master has written you a letter. Why don't you read it first before crying?"