Most of the refugees were smart and knew to follow the relief team.

Because disaster relief teams always have to set up camp to rest, the food scraps left in the camp can also be used to fill their stomachs.

In this way, they traveled day and night and finally arrived at the disaster area in the northern border of Yuzhou on the fifth day of the first lunar month.

It takes quite a while indeed.

But it was impossible for Yinreng to abandon the main force and go to the disaster area with his own people.

In this era when people are so hungry that they would even eat their own children, if he did not have enough guards around him and walked on the land of the disaster area in a brocade robe, his fate would be only one: to be robbed and become food for the victims.

However, before leaving, Kangxi had already sent someone to notify the Governor of Yuzhou to send troops to maintain order in the disaster area to avoid civil unrest.

The snow was a foot thick, covering the entire earth. All he could see was white, but Yinreng knew how many lives had been taken away by this white.

The city gates were heavily guarded to prevent starving victims from rushing into the county town to loot.

But even so, there are still many refugees gathered outside the city, waiting to be the first to grab the porridge when the rich families in the city distribute it.

Seeing the relief team, all the people were instantly excited.

Everyone rushed over at once. If the soldiers had not drawn their swords at their waists when they saw the situation was not good, they would have started to snatch things away.

The team continued to move towards the city gate. The county magistrate had also received the news early and was waiting at the city gate. When he saw the tall horse leading the team, he walked to the front and knelt on the ground.

"Your humble servant, Zheng Li, pays respects to the Imperial Envoy!"