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

The rain fell for a long time, sometimes heavy and sometimes light.

Song Jinshu finally boiled some hot water for herself and took a nice hot bath, feeling much better.

I was just a little hungry, and just as I was thinking about it, my third sister Song Yunqing came to call someone.

"Eldest sister, the meal is ready. The kitchen is leaking, so it's inconvenient to eat. I brought the meal to you."

Song Yunqing opened the lunch boxes and took out the dishes one by one. There were only two dishes and one rice, all of which were common dishes.

"Third sister, why don't you all come to my room and eat together?"

Song Jinshu was not used to eating separately, so Song Yunqing chuckled and explained, "Eldest sister, your room is small, how can there be room for so many of us? We have divided the food, and each of you can take it back to your own room to eat."

After saying that, he ignored her and turned to go out: "I'm hungry, eldest sister, I'm going to go back and eat first, so that fourth sister won't be anxious and unhappy again."

Among the seven sisters of the Song family, except for the two legitimate daughters, Song Jinshu and Song Yunfu, who had their own rooms, the other sisters were squeezed into one room.

Song Jinshu sighed and thought, with so many people in the family, should he buy a house in the future?

Otherwise, the whole family would be squeezed into such a small yard and would have difficulty breathing.

Song Jinshu quietly set a small goal for himself and quickly finished his dinner.

Night soon fell.

After finally getting a day off, Song Jinshu took off his clothes early and lay down on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep.

If she were in modern times at this moment, it would be a happy time for her to watch videos on her mobile phone.

However, now she was left with only the endless darkness. Whenever she thought of this, she felt extremely regretful and wondered why she had picked up the fallen leaves on the roadside that day.

Then she was run over by a speeding car and died. Later, the news spread to Song Jinshu at the execution ground, who was beheaded for her.

In just one day, she experienced two different ways of dying.

Song Jinshu couldn't help but wonder if she had committed an unforgivable crime in her previous life, so she had to suffer like this as punishment.

“Wow…what a sin!”

Suddenly, a flash of light like a sharp sword flashed by, illuminating the entire room through the window.

Then there was a loud "boom!", a deafening sound with strong penetrating power, which was deeply imprinted on Song Jinshu's heart.

She couldn't help but scream, "Oh my god! I'm going to die!"

At this moment, Song Jinshu's heart sank. How could it be such a coincidence? She was just wondering if she had committed an unforgivable crime, and the next second, God was so "kind" to her.

Wasn't this a blatant warning to her?

"Wuwuwu... God, although I don't know what crime I have committed, please believe me this time. I will definitely do good deeds and accumulate enough merit for myself..."

Song Jinshu curled up in the quilt, clasped his hands together and prayed, his body shaking violently.

Song Yunfu, who was next door, heard the noise and asked loudly, "Sister, are you okay? Sister?"

Song Yunfu called a few times, but heard no response, so she wanted to get up and come back.

On this side, Song Jinshu heard the familiar voice and immediately came back to his senses. Seeing that there was no more lightning and thunder outside, he felt relieved.

"Fu'er, I'm fine! I just woke up from a dream and was startled by thunder! Go to bed early!"

"Yes! Okay! Sister, if you need anything, just call me!"

There was no movement next door, and Song Jinshu guessed that Song Yunfu must be asleep.

She calmed down her inner shock and lay back on the bed, but tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

She suddenly remembered the system that seemed to have disappeared: "Xiao Liu, are you there? Xiao Liu, I have something to talk to you about. Please come out for a moment!"

Song Jinshu kept muttering about the system in his mind, but the system was as usual, without any trace.

"Alas! Could it be that I have to accumulate merits before it will appear?"

Song Jinshu recalled every time Xiaoliu appeared. It seemed that it was only when she had done good deeds and accumulated some merit that Xiaoliu would appear to count.

Or a gift package may drop randomly and she can draw a prize.

Looking inside the backpack, I saw a row of things I had won through the lottery.

Although most of them were useless, Song Jinshu felt safe.

No matter what, she got it for free, so she made a profit.

Apart from reporting the number of merits and distributing gifts, Xiaoliu hardly ever showed up. Today, Song Jinshu screamed until his throat was broken, but he didn't call out... no, he didn't call out Tongzi.

Song Jinshu buried his head in the quilt tiredly and murmured, "You are indeed worthy of being called the Sixth Old Man!"

I really don't tolerate her at all!

How does this look like the style of a protagonist with a golden finger?

However, seeing the lightning and thunder just now, which seemed to be about to blow her to pieces, she did not dare to define herself as the protagonist.

Instead, you should define yourself as a 'villain'.

Song Jinshu fell asleep while daydreaming.

In the dream, she seemed to relive the life of the original owner, and the original owner in the dream was just like herself.

The next day, Song Jinshu woke up from his dream and sat up in panic. When he saw the surrounding environment, he realized that he had had a nightmare.

"This dream is so real and terrifying!"

Song Jinshu shook his head to keep himself awake, then got out of bed, put on his clothes and opened the door.

It was still raining outside, but it was much lighter than yesterday.

"Cousin, are you awake? I heard Fu'er say you had a nightmare yesterday. I went to the kitchen and got a piece of ginger. I've chopped it up and put it in this purse. Put it next to your bed, and you won't have a nightmare tonight."

Liu Jiangyue handed Song Jinshu a purse embroidered with flowers, and she faintly smelled the scent of ginger.

Ginger is not only a common seasoning in cooking, but also has the effect of calming the mind and helping sleep.

Song Jinshu continued with a smile, "Thank you, Yue'er. Aren't you going to the store today? Why haven't you left yet at this hour?"

Liu Jiangyue, together with several other sisters of the Song family, opened a pastry shop, and the business was pretty good.

In short, she makes money every day, and the girls in the room are busier than her all day long.

Now she has become the one with the most free time.

Liu Jiangyue shook her head, a worried look on her face. "It rained heavily yesterday, and some of the ingredients for making cakes got damp. I came back to get some money and went to the street to buy new ones. I don't know if anyone will set up a stall today since it's raining."

"I won't talk to you for now, cousin. Yunqing is still waiting for me to buy some ingredients!"

After saying that, Liu Jiangyue turned around and went back to her room, and after a while she ran out the door again.

What a woman like the wind.

Looking at their busy backs, Song Jinshu pondered whether he should try to invest as well.

But the next moment she denied it herself.

She is currently at the center of public attention, so she should keep a low profile.

And what's the big deal about joining someone else's business halfway?

But within a few breaths, Song Jinshu rejected the idea of ​​participating in the investment.

She turned around and put the purse under her pillow, praying in her heart that the ginger would really work.

Who can stand having nightmares every day?