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

Upon hearing this, County Magistrate Li stopped crying instantly, took the letter from Lu Chuan's hand and began to read it.

After about a cup of tea, County Magistrate Li couldn't believe the contents of the letter. His heart was beating violently, so he pulled Lu Chuan and asked.

"Is what your mistress said in the letter true? Is she... is she willing to take in these disaster victims?"

"Think it over, kid. We're not in a player's house. Does she know how many victims there are? That's a full 150,000!"

This does not include a number of beggars and vagrants without household registration.

Lu Chuan and Wang Er looked at each other, and in a few words, they repeated Song Jinshu's words word for word.

County Magistrate Li squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, tears streaming down his cheeks. After a long time, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Mrs. Song is truly a heroine. I admire her deeply. I will always remember your mistress's kindness. If she needs anything in the future, I will do my best to help her."

No matter what Song Jinshu wanted the victims to do, it actually helped them.

Soon, the victims in Pingyao Prefecture received relief food, but if they were eaten sparingly, the food would only be enough for one month.

Just as the victims were worried about how to save themselves a month later, County Magistrate Li brought them breaking news.

In the disaster camp.

"Have you heard? The county magistrate said Shun'an Prefecture is willing to take us in, not only providing food and shelter, but also arranging jobs for us!"

"That's not all. The governor of Shun'an Prefecture, Song, said that if we want to come back after three years in Shun'an Prefecture, he will provide us with travel expenses and even bring us high-yield grain seeds."

"Is the high-yield grain called something like sweet potato or potato?"

"Yeah, yeah! You heard about it too?"

"Oh my, this is incredible! One acre of sweet potatoes and potatoes can produce tens of thousands of kilograms."

At this time, Wang Er was walking by the roadside. Seeing that they were still gathered in groups of three or four, talking, he was surprised and asked, "Why are you still here?"

The victims were puzzled and thought he was trying to stir up trouble, so they said in a stern voice, "What's wrong here? Are we occupying your land?"

Wang Er groaned, angrily saying, "Everyone has gone to register, got their travel permits, and is ready to go to Shun'an Prefecture, and you still have time to gather here and discuss this."

"By then, the people of Shun'an Prefecture will have received enough, and it will be too late for you to regret!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Er waved his hand and quickly rushed towards the government office: "No more talking, I'll also quickly go get a pass."

The victims who witnessed this scene no longer had the mood to consider whether to flee the famine or stay in their hometown.

Since some people have already left with the pass, wouldn’t they be at a disadvantage if they go too late?

One person tells one, one person tells a hundred...

Soon everyone in the disaster relief camp, from the sixty-year-old elder to the three-year-old child, heard about it.

At that time, County Magistrate Li was arranging people to go to the village to inform the victims at the yamen. Suddenly, he heard a large number of victims pouring into the yamen. He thought that a civil unrest had broken out and was so scared that his legs went weak on the spot.

Only after he could clearly hear their request did he slowly stand up straight.

"Pass on my order. All the runners in the yamen who can write will go and write travel permits for the victims."

"Yes!" the yamen runners shouted in unison.

There were too many disaster victims in the city, and they felt very nervous, fearing that one day they would be beheaded by these starving victims in their dreams.

That night, the gates of Pingyao Prefecture were left open because the line of victims waiting for travel permits stretched from the government office to ten miles outside the city.

Shunan Prefecture City.

After sending Lu Chuan and the other two away, Song Jinshu began to plan how to accommodate the victims after they arrived.

At the same time, she sent a letter to Lu Ruoyu who was far away in Kyoto through Song Ping'an's channel.

The content of the letter is about the resettlement of disaster victims.

She wanted Lu Ruoyu to personally ask the emperor for permission to allow Shun'an Prefecture to accept the disaster victims.

After all, the large-scale migration of so many disaster victims would easily attract the attention of the imperial court.

With Lu Ruoyu's advance warning, the emperor would only be satisfied with her foresight.

At that time, the memorial she submitted through formal channels would fall into the hands of the emperor, and it would be another opportunity to win the favor of the golden thigh.

Things were going smoothly, except for the county magistrates of Shunan Prefecture who were still wondering what they would have to do to welcome the disaster victims.

The reason why Song Jinshu didn't want to give them a heads-up in advance was because he was afraid they would object.

After all, the people in Shun'an Prefecture live and work in peace and contentment, and have enough food and clothing. They have made outstanding contributions, and they can just wave their hands to get promoted and make a fortune as soon as their term of office is over.

Who would be willing to take on such a big hassle?

As a descendant of an infrastructure fanatic, Song Jinshu is unwilling to give up the great vision of connecting every county with highways.

Only when transportation is convenient can the children in the village go out. They should see a wider world instead of being confined to a small piece of land all day long.

She wanted to do her best to leave a mark on this world and do something for the people.

……

After all, the truth cannot be hidden. Except for Song Jinshu and He Lin, the officials under her, both big and small, all have their own channels of information.

After all, a large number of disaster victims were coming towards them, so how could they ignore such explosive news?

On a sunny day, the county magistrates from various counties gathered at her county magistrate's mansion.

Seeing the county magistrates below who were anxiously arguing, she shifted her gaze guiltily.

Unfortunately, he met Xiang An's meaningful gaze, and Song Jinshu smiled awkwardly.

"I think we should seal off the city before this and spread the word to the victims that we are short of food?"

"Not appropriate!" Four voices rejected the suggestion of the Datian County Magistrate in unison.

Wang Zhizhang glanced at He Lin, He Lin glanced at Xiang An, Xiang An glanced at Song Jinshu, and Song Jinshu glanced at... uh... the county magistrates.

"Don't worry, everyone. In my opinion, the arrival of the disaster victims is not entirely a bad thing. We are all family members. We should all know that the food reserves in Shun'an Prefecture are enough to feed the people of two more prefectures."

The magistrate of Datian County frowned and said, "But not all of this stored grain belongs to us! Some must be shipped to Kyoto, some must be kept to prevent disasters in various places, and some must be reserved for military use."

He Lin immediately objected, "We can't use that much! Our Shun'an Prefecture produces tens of millions of tons of grain every year. If the old grain is not processed in time, it will just rot in the warehouse."

"Is it right for us to just protect the food?"

After He Lin’s reminder, the county magistrates fell silent.

Every year, the granaries in their counties would sell old grain at low prices. Even the local people didn't want it, so they would take it to other prefectures to sell it.

Song Jinshu gave He Lin great encouragement, saying that employees who dare to raise questions and solve problems are what people want.

"Master He is absolutely right. Since we have excess food reserves, why not use it to help the people?"

"Besides, those disaster victims are all ordinary citizens of our country. You and I are both officials of the imperial court. Why should we discriminate based on region?"

This statement instantly caught everyone's attention. He Lin, his eyes gleaming with excitement, stood up and said, "That's right! We are not only the parents of Shun'an Prefecture, we are the parents of the people of our country and the world."

"Sir Song, I think we should actively accept these disaster victims!"