When Chen Tingjing submitted the files, it was already the end of December.
New Year's Eve was just a few days away, and Kangxi had no time to deal with this matter.
After all, it’s a big festival, and getting angry is unlucky.
Yinreng's indiscriminate attacks in the court also tore off the fig leaf of the princes and nobles in Kyoto.
Throughout the twelfth lunar month, almost all families were busy dealing with the extra land under their names.
When the Manchus entered the Pass, the land they enclosed was all top-quality fertile land. Although most of it was divided up by the wealthy families, the remaining land was enough to be distributed to the people of the banner.
As time went on, the number of children of nobles gradually increased, and the hidden dangers of the family gradually became apparent.
Even if the current method of dividing the family property is followed, with the legitimate sons taking 70% and the remaining illegitimate sons taking 30%, the property in the hands of the legitimate line will become less and less.
So these second and third generations began to covet the land in the hands of ordinary bannermen.
That is to say, because Kangxi’s early years saw strict inspections, this group of nobles did not dare to encroach on property so blatantly.
Now that it has been exposed by Yinreng, the powerful people in the capital will hate him to death.
However, there is always a gain for a loss, and his reputation among the elite reached its peak in a very short time.
Even though Yinreng's words were vulgar, he was genuinely concerned about the common people.
This coincides with the governing philosophy of the Qingliu people.
So those Han officials who had been suppressed in official circles for a long time and were frustrated came forward one after another.
It was difficult for them to contact the prince, but they still had ways to meet the officials of the Zhanshi Mansion.
As the year draws to a close, there are plenty of reasons to give gifts. Soon, the thresholds of the homes of the low-ranking officials in the Zhanshi Mansion are trampled down by people who come to give gifts.
The officials in the Zhanshi Mansion had smiles on their faces but were cursing in their hearts.
Family members know their own business. On the surface, they are the prince's direct descendants, but privately, the prince always treats them in a business-like manner.
If they did a good job in the tasks assigned to them, they would at most receive a few words of praise. If they did not do it well, the prince would directly hand the task over to his colleagues without scolding or criticizing them.
Even towards the Chancellor and Junior Chancellor, the Crown Prince was extremely cold and did not want to get too close to them.
Although they didn't want to admit it, they knew in their hearts that it would be extremely difficult for these downtrodden people to get close to the Crown Prince through their connections...
If they accept the gifts but don't do the job now, won't they be in trouble when it is exposed in the future?
So this gift cannot be accepted at all!
On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, Yinzhi went to the palace specifically to look for Yinreng.
At that time, Yinreng was personally shaping the snow lion in the yard.
Seeing Yinzhi walking in with big strides, he was still a little dazed.
"Hey, isn't this our eldest prince? What a rare guest!"
When Yinzhi approached, he heard his sarcastic tone, and his original intention to talk to him was gone.
"Do you think everyone is as free as you?"
"Gu Qingxian?!"
Yinreng thrust the shovel in his hand into the snow pile.
"Boss, please speak with conscience. Which eye of yours saw Gu Qingxian?"
Yinzhi glanced at the several strangely shaped snow sculptures in the yard and curled his lips.
"I saw it with both eyes."
Yinreng rolled his eyes, picked up the shovel and continued to trim the snow lion.
"If you're here to cause me trouble, please go straight out and take care."
"I won't leave..."
Yinzhi was halfway through his speech when he suddenly remembered the purpose of coming to Yuqing Palace today. His funny words stopped immediately. He looked at Yinreng who was busy all the time, and his tone was unusually gentle.
"I came to thank you."
"Tsk, you're thanking someone like that with nothing in your hands? At least give them a few hundred thousand to show your sincerity!"
Yinreng didn't even raise his head.
Yinzhi's face darkened.
"One hundred thousand or eighty thousand, you really dare to think about it!"
Even if the eldest prince's house was turned upside down, there would not be 100,000 taels of cash.
Of course, the wife’s dowry does not count.
Yinreng shrugged.
"That must be because you're not greedy enough."
Yinzhi was speechless and choked with emotion.
He is still a bald prince, with a monthly salary of only three hundred taels. Since he went to the camp outside the capital, he can also receive the salary of a deputy governor.
But it was very little, only one hundred and fifty-five taels per year.
If Kangxi had not allocated two farms in the southwest suburbs of the city to him before he got married, and Concubine Hui had not given him most of her savings over the years.
Fortunately, there are not many masters in the mansion, so there is still some surplus at the end of the year. If there were three or five more masters, the government would probably be unable to make ends meet.
If he were asked to take out 100,000 taels at once, he would not even be able to do it even if he emptied his family fortune.
"I'm here to sincerely thank you, Baocheng..."
Yinzhi's mouth curled up, and he was in a very good mood.
"Fujin is pregnant."
Before Yinreng could even get goosebumps, he heard the last sentence. He paused and asked worriedly,
"Is my sister-in-law well?"
The eldest wife had a miscarriage when she was five months pregnant last year, which had a huge impact on her health. How could she be healed after only a year of recuperation?
Yinreng always felt that it was not quite real.
"I carefully consulted Doctor Hu, and he said that Fu Jin has completely recovered and is in good health, but..."
Speaking of this, Yinzhi frowned deeply.
"That incident hurt Fu Jin so deeply that she's now being overly cautious and won't let Ni Chuhe and the others get close to her at all."
Upon hearing this, Yinreng almost instantly thought of the symptoms of PTSD, and his disgust for Mingzhu increased.
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