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

The two of them chattered for another half an hour.

Yuan Guannan did not keep it secret and wrote it all down in a small notebook without missing a word.

"…Have you memorized everything?"

"Okay! I've got it in mind. I'll review my notes in the next few days and then slowly start trying." Yuan Guannan said in a cheerful tone. He was 60% confident that he could complete the artillery manufacturing.

Seeing that he was full of confidence, Song Jinshu was also very excited. She had been craving this thing for a long time.

The system sent her a gift package the day before yesterday. When she opened the blind box, she found that it was the process of manufacturing artillery.

Song Jinshu naturally would not give the real drawings to Yuan Guannan, but instead drafted the key parts for him himself.

Let Yuan Guannan study it herself, so that when the emperor asks about it in the future, she won't attract so much attention.

After saying this, it was getting dark, so he hurriedly said goodbye to Yunniang and the others and returned home.

A few days later, Song Jinshu received a letter from Cheng Ziqian, who was going to the capital to take part in the imperial examination.

As expected, Cheng Ziqian passed the joint examination successfully and was preparing for the palace examination. It wouldn't be long before their Shun'an Prefecture would produce a Jinshi.

Suddenly one day, the city guard reported to her that more than a hundred disaster victims had arrived outside the city.

Because a plan for settling the victims had been arranged in advance, when Song Jinshu arrived at the city gate, the victims had already registered their information and were setting up camp with the assistance of the yamen runners.

The people in the city were very curious when they saw this scene, and they came forward to ask, "Master Song, who are these people?"

Seeing that it was an old man asking the question, Song Jinshu explained softly, "These elderly people are all disaster victims from Beizhou City. They came here to help us rebuild our homes."

The old man didn't quite understand what was said, he just knew they were disaster victims. He had also been hungry during the famine years before, so he felt very empathetic towards the disaster victims. He quickly expressed his desire to do his best and donate some sweet potatoes.

"So that's how it is! Lord Song, I have some extra sweet potatoes at home. I originally wanted to feed them to the pigs, but the piglets can't eat much now. I wonder if I can give them to these disaster victims?"

His sons reclaimed a few acres of wasteland and planted sweet potatoes and potatoes on them, so they will have new grain by the autumn harvest this year.

Anyway, there is still a lot of old food and we can’t eat it all, so we might as well give it to these poor victims for a while.

Song Jinshu's eyes flashed with surprise. It was only in the past two years that people's lives gradually improved and they no longer had to worry about food and drink.

But everyone was afraid of suffering and cherished the food at home. She didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to donate food to the victims.

Song Jinshu felt a little sad. There are still more kind people in this world.

"Don't worry, old man. We have made arrangements for these disaster victims and will not let them go hungry."

"If you want to send them some food, that's fine. Go back and discuss it with your family. Once you've made your decision, bring the food over there to register. The yamen runners will distribute it equally among the victims."

The old man sighed and hurried home.

While the two were talking, there were also people watching from the surrounding area. Those who had surplus food at home, and seeing how pitiful the victims were, offered to donate some food to them.

Song Jinshu naturally agreed and specifically asked them to remember to register their information when donating food.

She intends to publicly praise these kind people after settling the victims and present them with banners as encouragement.

Sure enough, after a while, Song Jinshu saw the old man with his three grown sons, each carrying two large bags of sweet potatoes.

The registered students received instructions from Song Jinshu and took another booklet to record the elderly's information and the amount of donated grain.

Later, several more families came, all of whom had spoken to Song Jinshu before.

Seeing that everything was in order, Song Jinshu slowly walked back to the county magistrate's mansion. The people in the city were not panicked by the arrival of the disaster victims, and she felt relieved.

After returning, he informed the county magistrates that the disaster victims had arrived and asked them to prepare to receive them in advance.

Xiang An was the first to reply. He stated that a highway would be built for 50,000 disaster victims, and that temporary settlements in villages had already been arranged, with only people waiting to go and work.

Song Jinshu naturally wrote back to praise him, and said that he would bring them to him in batches every time there were a thousand people.

She also wanted to avoid too many disaster victims gathering in the city, which would cause panic among the people.

In Pingyao Prefecture City, County Magistrate Li saw that most of the victims had left at once and the air was much fresher. In a good mood, he and Lu Chuan Wang Er held a banquet to celebrate.

"Brother Lu, Brother Wang, you two have made an invaluable contribution to our Pingyao Prefecture's resolution of this crisis. This glass of wine is in your honor!"

County Magistrate Li drank it all in one gulp, and Lu Chuan and the other man did not hesitate to drink the wine either.

"Lord Li, most of the disaster victims outside Pingyao Prefecture have now gone to Shun'an Prefecture. I wonder if you have any further instructions. The two of us still need to go to Beizhou City."

Beizhou City is not far from Pingyao Prefecture and can be reached in about three days.

"Brothers, I advise you not to go. Beizhou City is almost a deserted city now. The farmland is completely destroyed. It will take at least three years for us to grow crops normally."

"If you go looking for them, you might not find them. Almost all the young people have left, and the people there are only elderly people who have difficulty walking."

"Because of my poor health, I couldn't escape the famine, and I didn't want to burden my children at home, so I stayed there and waited for death."

Lu Chuan was shocked. Two years ago, when he and Master Liu were here, this place was peaceful and lively.

Such a short time has led to this...

After the banquet, Lu Chuan and Wang Er decided to go to Beizhou City.

Upon learning of the two's plan, County Magistrate Li shared his family's private grain and said, "Since you have decided to go, take this grain with you to give to the lonely and elderly people."

These are already the limits of what County Magistrate Li can offer. After all, he still has the people of the entire Pingyao Prefecture to manage.

Lu Chuan and the other man couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. After spending these days together, they both felt that County Governor Li was a good official, but his abilities were limited.

"I will take over the master on behalf of the people of Beizhou City first."

County Magistrate Li sighed, waved his hand and watched the two men leave.

I just hope that the imperial court can send people to provide disaster relief as soon as possible and give the people who remain in Beizhou City a way to survive.

At the same time, the court was about to explode with the news of famine in Beizhou City that was reported to the capital by County Magistrate Li.

Some people blamed Lu Ruoyu and others for not knowing the seriousness of the rebellion and wasting fertile land, which resulted in the people having no land to farm and causing famine.

Without exception, these people were dragged out by Xiao Ren and beaten with a stick.

Lu Ruoyu waited until the courtroom had almost calmed down before he stood up and said respectfully, "I have something to report."

Xiao Ren rubbed his brows and waved his hand, saying, "Brother, please speak."

The officials present were all surprised by Xiao Ren's address. They had just seen this unfamiliar face and noticed that the emperor favored him and was very close to him.

He didn't even know that the two of them were sworn brothers, and the emperor even called him brother in public.

"I request an order to have Shun'an Prefecture accept these disaster victims!"