When Lu Chuan opened his eyes, he became the most unlucky seventh-grade county magistrate in the Daqian Dynasty.
The floods were raging outside the city, and the granaries inside the city were empty.
One hundred thousand disaster victims surrounded the county government office. The wealthy gentry hoarded grain and raised prices. The county magistrate fled with his money. Even the imperial envoy sent by the imperial court was ready to use his head to quell the public's anger.
Everyone thought that Lu Chuan was dead.
Until he saw a line of text appearing in front of him.
[The popular exchange system has been opened.
[Current public sentiment: minus ninety-eight thousand, seven hundred and sixty-two.
[Warm reminder: If the public sentiment falls below minus 100,000, the host will be beaten to death by the people.
Lu Chuan was silent for a moment, then turned and pushed open the county government door.
"Come here and arrest the largest grain merchant in this county."
"If he refuses to open a position, tell him——"
"I not only want to borrow his food, but also his head!"
Later, the people of Daqian discovered that this small county magistrate, whom they blocked in the county government office begging for food, first controlled the floods, then extinguished the locust plague, and then made firearms, opened sea trade, and pacified the princes.
By the time the court came to their senses, Lu Chuan was already sitting in the Jinluan Hall, looking at the civil and military officials kneeling all over the hall.
"Don't be nervous, everyone."
"In the beginning, I really just wanted to be a good county magistrate."
