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

Shen Fenghua glanced at Lu Ruoyu provocatively and said something that only the two of them could understand.

"County Magistrate Lu's hand should no longer hurt!"

Song Jinshu's eyes lit up when he heard this. Something's going on!!!

Her gossip spirit was burning, and she listened attentively.

I'm afraid of missing a word...

Lu Ruoyu naturally did not miss Song Jinshu's little action. He frowned. What kind of mess was she thinking about?

Facing Shen Fenghua's persistent harassment, he said impatiently: "This little pain is nothing. If it happens again, I will not be careful with my hands anymore."

How could Shen Fenghua not understand this clear warning?

He turned his head and said coquettishly to Song Jinshu, "Sir, look at him! He's threatening me!"

This short conversation almost burned out Song Jinshu's CPU.

What's going on!

Could it be that they are not in love with each other, but are being forced into love?

This seems... more exciting!

The corners of Song Jinshu's mouth were raised abnormally. No matter how slow Shen Fenghua was, he realized that Song Jinshu was thinking of something else.

His face turned green instantly...

He immediately moved away from Lu Ruoyu and wanted to draw a line between them.

Lu Ruoyu sighed helplessly. These two people...

"Sir, it's getting late. We have nothing to do today. Let's go back to the county government office!"

Song Jinshu was enthusiastically supporting the couple, and when he heard Lu Ruoyu's words, he nodded: "Yeah! It's getting late, let's go back!"

After soaking in the hot spring for a while, she didn't feel tired at all.

This made her even more confident. As long as she could get through this year, she would be able to change her destiny next year, change the face of Jingyang County, and improve people's lives.

When the spring plowing season comes next year, she will plant high-yield rice seeds and potatoes, and the people of Jingyang County will never go hungry again.

Moreover, when the entire county grows the improved grain next year, there will be surplus grain left, which can then be sold to other counties, allowing every household to make some money.

Song Jinshu looked forward to the future of Jingyang County, walking away into the sunset...

In a blink of an eye, three days passed.

"Third sister, let me have a taste!"

"Third sister, fifth sister, let me have a taste too!"

Five-year-old Song Yunrong skipped around among her sisters, staring eagerly at the freshly baked pastries.

Song Yunqing helplessly blew a piece of hawthorn cake to cool it down for her and handed it to Song Yunrong.

"Seventh sister, eat slowly! Be careful not to burn your mouth!"

Seeing this, Song Yunjie curled her lips and whispered, "Little greedy cat!"

Liu Jiangyue excitedly took Song Yunqing's hand and said, "Qingqing, you finally did it! This hawthorn cake is so delicious, our cake shop will definitely be a big hit!"

Ever since Song Jinshu brought back a bag of hawthorn fruits last time, the Song sisters have been studying it for several days, but have always failed.

Today they finally succeeded in making hawthorn cake.

It tasted sour and sweet, and made the sisters present very happy.

Someone suggested, "Third sister, cousin Jiang Yue, why don't we take these cakes over to let our eldest sister try them?"

"My eldest sister loves sweet and sour things the most!"

Song Yunqing nodded lightly, picked out a few of the best-looking styles, and put them in Song Jinshu's exclusive lunch box.

"I'll send it to my eldest sister right away!"

Watching Song Yunqing's gradually receding back, Song Yunbing in the corner felt secretly sad.

She is the oldest girl among the Song sisters, except for Song Jinshu.

Now that the eldest sister has entered the official career, the third sister has run the pastry shop successfully, but she is stuck in the middle and can do nothing.

Song Yunbing was anxious and panicked, and even more confused and helpless.

She is sixteen this year and will be seventeen next year, but there is still no date set for her wedding.

Her aunt cried in front of her every night, which made her upset and anxious.

Thinking of her aunt's suggestion, Song Yunbing gritted her teeth, turned around and went out to catch up with Song Yunqing.

"Third sister, I have nothing to do, let me help you deliver it to the eldest sister!"

Song Yunqing was surprised to see his second sister blocking his way, but when he saw that she asked to be served the pastries first, he immediately agreed.

"Then I'll trouble you, second sister! Please come back early after sending the food. I will have more later, and we sisters can share some!" Song Yunqing said with a smile.

Song Yunbing forced a smile and said, "Okay! I'll go first!"

Not far from the front hall.

Song Yubing nervously pinched the handle of the lunch box. Thinking about meeting that person soon, she felt a little more panicked.

She usually just embroiders and paints in the backyard and rarely goes out, so she has never met another man.

Although the eldest sister did not explicitly forbid her sisters from coming to the front yard, she felt that she was a woman and of course would not come to the front hall.

Song Yunbing stood in the yard, hesitating to move forward. Datou, who was guarding the door, saw her and came forward to ask, "Are you Mr. Song's sister?"

Song Yubing looked up and saw a big guy. She was startled. She nodded and said softly, "Yes! I'm here to bring some cakes to my elder sister."

Datou didn't dare to stare at Song Yunbing all the time. After knowing her identity, he made way and said, "The master is inside. Please come in, young lady!"

Song Yubing nodded quickly and immediately walked past Datou and headed towards the front hall.

Compared to facing the unknown situation inside the house, she was more afraid of the big guy outside.

“…So we can add some more protective measures here…”

As soon as Song Yunbing came in, she saw her eldest sister sitting at the top, discussing official business.

At a certain moment, she felt that her eldest sister was more powerful than her deceased father!

"Second sister! Why are you here?"

Song Jinshu was talking about something when she caught a glimpse of someone coming in. She looked up and saw her second sister.

He quickly put down his work and stepped forward: "Why are you here at this hour?"

It's not time to eat yet! Song Jinshu asked doubtfully.

Song Yunbing's cheeks flushed slightly as she said softly, "My third sister made some hawthorn cakes and asked me to bring some to my eldest sister to try!"

As she spoke, she opened the food box. The familiar smell of hawthorn cake filled her nose, and Song Jinshu swallowed.

She has been talking about this sour and sweet taste for a long time!

"Wow! My third sister and the others finally made it!"

Song Jinshu was drooling with joy. Her mind was full of delicious food, but she could only cook a few of them.

Therefore, this hawthorn cake was invented by Song Yunqing and others on their own.

Song Yunbing felt that there were other people in the room. She became nervous and didn't even dare to look up. She handed the pastry to Song Jinshu and turned to leave.

"Eldest sister, Third sister and the others are still waiting for me to go back and eat cakes, I'm going back first!"

Song Jinshu looked at the receding figure and wondered why he was so anxious!

Looking at the pastries neatly stacked in the food box, Song Jinshu picked up a piece and slowly tasted it.

"Mmm... delicious! This is the taste!"

His third sister is really good at cooking!

"What do you eat, my Lord?"

Shen Fenghua walked around the table and took a curious look at the food box.