Early in the morning, Zhang Jun got out of bed. He remembered what the old immortal had said to him and didn't dare to slack off for a moment.

  Zhang Jun brought only two personal bodyguards and arrived at Gangzi Village with Wang An, where he saw rows of houses made of wood and thatched with straw.

  Porridge steam wafts inside the canopy, white rice porridge churns in a large iron pot, and the medicine room emits bursts of wine fragrance.

  Zhang Jun said curiously: "The treatment of refugees is not bad, they can even drink wine?"

  Zhang Jun's question left Wang Anzhi and the two monks bewildered. What was Shen You up to? Didn't they say there was no rice to continue with? Why was there still wine?

  Suddenly, refugees ran out of their homes one by one and gathered in front of the porridge tent, surrounding it tightly.

  "How did this happen? Why is there sand in this porridge?"

  "Yes, without rice, congee cannot be cooked, why add sand?"

  "This surname Shen has lost his conscience, it seems that rich people just don't treat us as human beings."

  Refugees surrounded the porridge stall, pointing and chattering, some even scolding.

  At this time, an old man squeezed through the crowd, took a look at the white rice porridge in the pot, and said loudly: "This must not be what Officer Shen meant. Is there some kind of misunderstanding?"

  One middle-aged man shouted: "I say old man, have you received some benefit from the Shen family? Why do you always speak well of him?"

  At these words, the old man suddenly became furious, his whiskers bristling with rage, and he shouted: "What do you know?"

  "We suffered a disaster, the imperial court doesn't care, the government office doesn't ask, if it wasn't for Mr. Shen building houses for us, where would we go to settle down?"

  "If Mr. Shen hadn't provided us with congee, we would probably have starved to death by now."

  "It's not just that, we were suffering from heatstroke and our lives were in danger. It was Mr. Shen who ordered his men to decoct medicine to save our lives. I think you're either a refugee or someone who intentionally came to cause trouble."

  After hearing the old man's words, everyone suddenly began discussing and blaming the middle-aged man.

  The middle-aged man angrily said: "Old fellow, don't spout nonsense. What am I stirring up? You tell me, what's with the sand in this congee?"

  "Alright, stop arguing, Magistrate Shen has arrived!"

  At this time, a refugee pointed in the direction of Shenjiazhuang and shouted.

  "It's interesting, go take a look!"

  Zhang Jun said a word and threw the reins to the guard, walking with Wang An in the direction of the porridge tent.

  Shen You heard the report from his subordinate at home and was shocked. He didn't even finish eating his meal before rushing out.

  "This rice was transported by Captain Zhao and his men last night, a total of 100,000 dan. It was fine when he inspected it, so how could there be sand in it this morning?"

  "Master, something terrible has happened, the refugees have surrounded the porridge shop..."

  Shen You had just stepped out of the gate when Fu Bo came running over.

  Shen You waved his hand and said, "I know, I'll go take a look now."

  "Hula"

  As soon as Shen You arrived, the refugees surrounded him and cried out: "Shen Da Guan Ren, what is going on?"

  "Why is there sand in the white porridge?"

  Shen You's face was gloomy as he pushed through the crowd into the porridge tent, picked up a spoon from beside him and scooped up a spoonful of porridge to drink.

  "Pffft"

  Shen You spat out the porridge in his mouth and asked Shen's family servant who was cooking the porridge: "What is going on?"

  The servant of the Shen family who was cooking porridge hastily said: "Master, we also don't know why there are sand grains in the porridge."

  Shen You stepped forward and pointed at a stack of rice sacks, saying: "Open it!"

  The servant of the Shen family opened the sack of rice, and Shen You grabbed a handful of rice. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he saw that among the white rice were many small white stones, which were almost half of the sack of rice, meaning that half of the rice in this sack was actually stones.

  Shen You turned around and asked Fu Bo, "Fu Bo, did you check all the rice sacks last night?"

  Fu Bo replied: "Master, these were sent by Zhao the captain. It's possible that it was too dark last night and our people didn't see clearly."

  Upon hearing this, Shen You ordered a servant: "Bring Zhao Tou here."

  After the servant left, Shen You stood in front of the refugees and cupped his hands: "Everyone, this matter is purely accidental, but I, Shen Mou, guarantee that I will give you an explanation."

  Shen You then turned his head and said to Fu Bo: "Send someone to bring in my second brother."

  Fu Bo nodded and turned away.

  "Shen You!"

  At this time, Wang An suddenly walked out from behind the refugees and shouted at Shen You.

  "Your Excellency!"

  Shen You hastily went forward and saluted Wang An.

  Wang An stepped aside and said: "I have met Imperial Envoy Zhang."

  Shen You looked up and saw Zhang Jun staring at him with a cold expression, hastily bowing to say: "Humble commoner Shen You, paying respects to Imperial Envoy Zhang!"

  "What's going on here? Why is there sand in the grain?"

  "Shouldn't Mr. Shen give this official an explanation?"

  Upon hearing this, Shen You hastily knelt down on the ground and said: "Your humble servant is innocent, please, sir, investigate clearly."

  "The common people's stored grain at home has been completely used up, these grains were transported by Captain Zhao last night, unexpectedly there was sand mixed in, I..."

  "Shut up!"

  Before Shen You could finish speaking, Wang An angrily shouted: "Are you suspecting that this mansion is using grain mixed with sand to frame you?"

  Shen You raised his head and looked at Wang An, saying: "I didn't say that the county magistrate mixed sand to harm me, I just said that the grain brought by Zhao's catcher had sand in it."

  Wang An asked again: "Was it Commander Zhao who had the grain collected in Jiaxing City overnight and transported over, did you inspect it at that time?"

  When he heard this, Shen You was suddenly shocked. At that time, he was too tired and had not personally inspected it. He just let Fu Bo order someone to transport it to the warehouse.

  Seeing Shen You's hesitant expression, Wang An continued: "Shen You, this mansion thought that since you donated all of the Shen family's stored grain for disaster relief, it would be easy to collect the grain and hand it over to you. Who would have thought that you would be so devoid of conscience, using inferior goods as superior ones, secretly switching them out? It's truly despicable."

  "Not punishing you is insufficient to calm the people's anger."

  "Wait!"

  At this time, Zhang Jun said: "Magistrate Wang, isn't it still too early to draw a conclusion?"

  After a pause, Zhang Jun said to Shen You: "Shen Da Guan Ren, I don't know if you can take me to see the remaining grain?"

  Shen You glared at Wang An and replied, "Of course, please follow me, sir!"

  "Director Zhang, I think we don't need to go and see for ourselves, this is obviously Shen You's doing."

  Wang An stopped Zhang Jun.

  Zhang Jun angrily said: "Does Wang Zhifu want to cover up the truth?"

  "I dare not!" Wang An replied in trepidation.

  "That's the best!"

  Zhang Jun said a word and followed Shen You to the Shen family warehouse.

  The Shen family warehouse is located in the backyard of Shenjiazhuang, covering an area of 20 mu. It originally stored all the supplies of the Shen family, but now it has been emptied out for disaster relief, and only the grain sent by Zhao Buzhang and the medicine purchased by Wu Neng are left.

  The warehouse door was opened and everyone walked in one after another.

  "Sir, these are all the grain sent by Captain Zhao last night."

  Shen You pointed at the mountainous piles of grain and said.