Because of his experience in disaster relief in his previous life, Yinreng handled all matters almost perfectly, which made the many officials who accompanied him feel incredible.

Yinzhi was no exception.

He stayed by Yinreng's side from beginning to end, and watched him handle every matter related to the disaster victims in an orderly manner.

Only at this time did Yinzhi clearly realize that he was inferior to Yinreng.

Even though he had once boasted in front of Yinreng that if he were to sit on the throne of the crown prince, he would definitely do better than Yinreng.

Yinzhi felt extremely frustrated.

It is February now.

As the weather gradually warmed up, the snow began to melt, and the bodies buried in the snow slowly emerged.

Yinreng began to organize people to search for the bodies of the victims. If no one claimed them within five days, they would be cremated.

Because of the lessons learned from his previous life, Yinreng asked people to search more thoroughly.

The border between Linbao and Sanjin, as well as the river banks of Yichuan and Yingchuan are the key search areas.

Unlike the plains, the temperature in the mountains of Shanxi is extremely low, which makes the search more difficult exponentially.

But only a few of the victims fled to the mountains and forests.

Yinreng directly recruited local hunters and led the army to search the mountains.

Once the bodies of the victims are found, the hunter will be rewarded.

To this end, the hunters' enthusiasm has greatly increased.

On this day, the team that went to Liancheng to purchase disaster relief grain returned, and Yinreng personally went to the city gate to greet them.

The person in charge of this purchase was a sixth-rank official in the Ministry of Revenue, named Wanyan Xie Bole, who was from the Manchu Zhengbai Banner.

As for why Yinreng attached so much importance to this person, it was probably because he had killed this person with a knife in his previous life.

Ignoring the flattering smile on Xie Bole's face, Yinreng walked forward, opened the sack of grain, and grabbed a handful.

Yinreng carefully looked at the full grains of wheat in his hand, then threw them back, tied the bag, and said,

"Go into the city first."

Seeing the grain team slowly heading towards the county government granary, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince showing no intention of following, a glimmer of extreme cunning flashed in Xie Bole's eyes.

In the afternoon, the grain had been counted. Yinreng listened to the reports from the two junior chancellors and Zheng Li, tapping his fingers on the table.

This time, Xie Bole's operation was no different from that in his previous life, except that he reduced the mixing ratio of old grain and new grain from 50-50 to 28. If you don't look carefully, you might not notice it.

But this one crime alone was not enough to make Yinreng chop off his head.

Not long after, Yinzhi walked in with a murderous look on his face. Yinreng raised his eyes and asked,

"how?"

Yinzhi's face with thick eyebrows and big eyes was full of coldness.

"This old fellow used his background to threaten the merchants in Liancheng and forced the price of grain down by 10%, but the price he quoted to us was 10% higher."

Yinreng calculated silently in his heart, then narrowed his eyes.

"In other words...he made more than 7,000 taels of silver from it?"

The two young chancellors and Zheng Li pondered rapidly in their hearts, but could not come up with an answer for a long time.

But Yinzhi opened his eyes wide,

"How did you figure that out?"

Yinreng glanced at him lightly and said directly,

"Catch him! I'm going to chop off his head myself in front of everyone!"

This time, Yinreng allocated 30,000 taels of silver to Xie Bole for purchasing grain. The price of 20% of the old grain was half of the new grain. Based on the grain price that Xie Bole lied about as stated by Yinzhi, it is easy to calculate that Xie Bole embezzled more than 7,300 taels of silver.

Although this amount was not as much as in his previous life, it was enough for Yinreng to chop off his head.

The total amount was thirty thousand taels, and this fool dared to take away twenty-and-a-half percent. Yinreng would not be able to vent his anger unless he chopped off his head.

So that afternoon, Xie Bole was pulled out of bed by Yinzhi and his men.

He is good at pretending.

In order to show his integrity, he was reluctant to even light a charcoal brazier in the house.

In the southeast corner of the county town of Qiaodi, people were busy rebuilding their collapsed houses. Yinreng summoned all the disaster relief officials of high rank who remained there.

Wait for Yinzhi to escort Xie Bole over.

"It's unfair! Master, I am wronged! ..."

From a distance, everyone could hear Xie Bole's loud cry of injustice.

Everyone couldn't help but look over curiously.

Two armored guards were seen carrying the short and slightly fat Xie Bole in their hands as if he were a chick.

Yinzhi walked behind, cursing and kicking Xie Bole from time to time.

Yinreng stood with his hands behind his back, watching the two guards rudely throw Xie Bole in front of him.

Xie Bole was only wearing his nightgown at this time, his face was pale from the cold, but he still shouted in Manchu,

"I am innocent...I am innocent. I beg Your Highness to show mercy..."

Now even the people who were working stopped what they were doing and gathered around.

Yinreng's face was stern and he asked in a cold voice,

"Xie Bole, you should know why I asked someone to bring you here today, right?"

"This slave...this slave does not know. I beg Your Highness to understand. Heaven and earth can bear witness to this slave's innocence!"

Seeing that he was so cold that he couldn't speak coherently and still tried to defend himself stubbornly, Yinreng didn't want to waste words with him and asked bluntly,

"Is the seven thousand three hundred taels of silver for buying grain too hot to handle?"

Almost everyone present could understand the Chinese that Yinreng spoke. Before he finished speaking, almost everyone's eyes widened in shock.

Even Xie Bole himself was no exception.

Xie Bole's first reaction was that someone among his confidants had betrayed him.

But no one except himself knows how much money he has embezzled.

Xie Bole's voice of begging for mercy became much softer.

Yinreng drew his sword from the guard's waist.

"As an official appointed by the imperial court, you should know the consequences of misappropriating disaster relief funds, right?"

Xie Bole came back to his senses after hearing the voice. He looked up and saw the knife pointed at his head. He shuddered with fear and his face turned ferocious.

"Your Highness claims that this servant embezzled money. Do you have any evidence? You want to convict me without any evidence. Isn't Your Highness afraid that the officials who are wholeheartedly working to provide disaster relief will be disheartened?"

Hearing that Xie Bole dared to threaten Yinreng even when he was about to die, Yinzhi kicked Xie Bole on the shoulder with his big foot, knocking him to the ground.

"Does it take so much trouble for me to want your life?"

He was just a small official. Even if there was no reason to kill a third-rank official, Kangxi would only scold Yinreng and Yinzhi a few words, and there would be no possibility of any substantial punishment.

Yinreng smiled coldly, "Today I will make sure you die with a clear conscience."

Then he looked at Yinzhi who was about to kick him a few more times.

"Show Achang'a and the others' confessions to Lord Wanyan and let him read them carefully."

Yinzhi reached into his bosom and took out a few thin sheets of paper, and asked his subordinates to spread them out in front of Xie Bole.

Xie Bole was almost unconscious from the cold at this time, but in order to survive, he still lay on the ground and tried hard to see what was written on the paper.