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

Winter came again in the blink of an eye.

Among them, there was another happy event in the county magistrate's office.

Song Yunyu was engaged, and the man she found was one she found herself. The young man was called A Biao, the same age as Song Yunyu, an orphan with a strong sense of the underworld.

The two of them got to know each other through fighting, and finally they fell in love with each other for some unknown reason.

The first time Song Jinshu saw A Biao, he felt that this kid was unruly, like a yellow-haired guy.

At the beginning, he never agreed with the two of them being together and even tried to break them up.

Finally, under pressure from Song Yunyu's insistence, they went to A Biao's house to inquire, and he finally agreed.

There was no way, because the other party was the largest cattle and horse dealer in Shun'an Prefecture, specializing in cattle trading, and could earn more than 100,000 taels a year.

Although A Biao is full of gangster spirit, he is actually a hidden rich second generation.

Thinking of Song Yunyu's cunning mind, Song Jinshu sighed secretly, she was overthinking it.

Anyone can suffer losses, but Song Yunyu will never do that. For someone like A Biao, she will be the boss after she marries him.

Even before she got married, A Biao was coaxed by her to the point of being completely lost, and even gave away the key to the storeroom in his house.

I don’t know if this kid is big-hearted or not…

As winter approached, the progress of highway construction slowed down and many workers caught cold.

Song Jinshu visited all the counties, and fortunately the local county magistrates had hired doctors to look after the workers.

However, the refugees' clothes were worn and thin, and the winter in Shunan Prefecture was particularly cold this year. Even if they recovered, they would easily catch a cold again.

After thinking about it, Song Jinshu ordered 200,000 cotton-padded coats from the clothing workshop and asked them to process them.

Finally, before the arrival of the cold winter, they were sold to refugees at factory prices, which were half the market price.

The refugees had been working for half a year, and with free food and accommodation, each family had saved a lot of money and had enough spare money to buy cotton-padded clothes for the whole family.

For the sake of their health, almost everyone spent money to buy something warm.

Song Jinshu also ordered all counties to reduce working hours by two hours during the cold winter and provide workers with ginger soup every day.

If someone has a serious cold or suffers a work-related injury, they must stop working and receive treatment until they are fully recovered.

Therefore, despite the cold winter, the refugees worked with great enthusiasm, chatting and laughing on the construction site, and no trouble occurred.

After all, if 150,000 refugees gathered together and caused trouble, it would be Song Jinshu's responsibility.

When Song Jinshu got up that day, he saw the ground covered with white snow and heavy snow floating in the air, which was very beautiful.

Looking at this scene, Song Jinshu felt a little greedy and wanted to go to a restaurant to enjoy the snow while eating hot pot.

She did it right away, picking out a silver-white cloak with emerald patterns and stepping into the snow.

As a girl from the south, snow has a fatal attraction to her, so she never carries an umbrella when she goes out when it snows every winter.

Walking on the streets of the city, except for the shops along the street that are open, most of the roadside vendors stay at home to keep warm during the winter.

As Song Jinshu walked along, he only saw an old man selling candied haws, with a dozen or so candied haws hanging scattered on the street.

Seeing the old man shivering from the cold, she couldn't help but step forward and said, "Old man, I want all of your candied haws."

The old man trembled, and when he saw Song Jinshu clearly, his face lit up with joy: "Oh! It's Mr. Song! I don't want your money for these candied haws, you can eat as many as you want!"

Song Jinshu smiled, took the candied haws from his hand, and stuffed five taels of silver into his hand.

The old lady couldn't refuse and said she would come to get it next time without paying!

Song Jinshu nodded helplessly and persuaded the man to go home.

Now she has shares in both Liu Jingmo and Liu Jiangyue, and receives no less than 500,000 taels of silver every year.

In addition to her daily charity work, she likes to come out from time to time to buy some small things and take care of the businesses of these vulnerable groups.

Suddenly, Song Jinshu felt his hand lighten, and there was an oil-paper umbrella above his head.

"It's snowing today, and I guessed Jinshu would come over for hot pot."