I Built Roads in Ancient Times

After working overtime for thirty-six hours continuously, architect Lin Zhao died suddenly at his workstation. When she opened her eyes again, she became the lowest magistrate of Anping County in the Liang Dynasty. There were only eight guan of money left in the county's treasury, and the people were so hungry that their faces were emaciated. The former county magistrate passed away with the words "Whoever comes, whoever comes, dies." Lin Zhao touched the wound on his forehead caused by the tiles and smiled. Poverty? It doesn't matter, the limestone all over the mountains and plains is free. The road is blocked? It doesn't matter, she has the entire set of infrastructure drawings in her head. Does your boss want to pick peaches? It doesn't matter, she divided the cement formula into ten parts and distributed them to ten villages. Want to take it away? First move the entire county. When the imperial envoy from the Ministry of Revenue finally arrived in Anping County, what he saw was a straight cement official road, twenty waterwheel crushers that worked day and night, and a young female county magistrate who was drawing the Lishui Bridge on a drawing. The imperial envoy asked her: "Mr. Lin, who are you?" Lin Zhao turned the drawing over, and the moonlight shone on her face. "A county magistrate who knows how to build roads." From a poor border county to the southwest hub, from a low-ranking scholar to a woman who is feared by the Ministry of Household Affairs - Lin Zhao. With a kiln of cement, the old order of the Liang Dynasty was burned through.