Chapter 150: Gifts From the Prime Minister’s Residence

The Zhongyuan Festival is one of the most important festivals of the year in the Tianxuan Empire. Every time this time comes, it is a grand event in the Tianxuan Empire. The people of Tianxuan will gather to celebrate, calling friends to drink and have fun.

And this day is also the time when Zheng Tao and his team planned to visit Zhang Dashan to give gifts to Wang Hua.

Fu Qing had already hidden on the treetops of the Wangfu compound, and his figure was hidden by the tree canopy. With his martial emperor-level cultivation, no one could find him unless he deliberately climbed the tree to check.

He sent his divine thoughts outward, and the crowds on the street were bustling, especially at the gate of Wang Hua's mansion.

They all knew that every festival, Zhang Dashan would definitely come to Wang Xiang's house to give gifts. If Wang Xiang did not accept them, Zhang Dashan would distribute them to the people.

Therefore, every New Year and festival, many people would come to the gate of Wang Hua's mansion to wait. If they could get a little bit of Zhang Dashan's gift, they could also improve their family life.

Speaking of Zhang Dashanren's gift giving, he has been persisting in this capital for many years. At first, Wang Hua didn't even allow him to enter the door, closed the door, and ignored him.

But Zhang Dashanren insisted. He not only distributed gifts to the people, but also donated huge sums of money to the country many times, and had a wide reputation.

Some people even petitioned for Zhang Dashanren, hoping that Wang Xiang could meet him, accept his gifts, and satisfy his gratitude.

Later, Wang Hua gradually compromised, opened the door, and let Zhang Dashanren in.

He was willing to chat with Zhang Dashanren like an old friend and listen to his holiday blessings, but he never accepted Zhang Dashanren's gifts.

Sometimes Zhang Dashanren shamelessly asked him to accept it, and he would throw the things out and drive Zhang Dashanren out.

Such stories have happened many times in these years, and have almost become a reserved program for the people of Tianxuan.

Many people came for the gifts distributed afterwards, and quite a few people came to see the excitement of Wang Xiang's temper.

Fu Qing's divine sense continued to expand, covering several streets around.

Finally, he found the convoy of Mr. Zhang, who was heading towards the Xiangfu.

Mr. Zhang was a handsome middle-aged man, a little fat, with a gleam in his eyes from time to time, indicating that he was a very smart person.

Behind him followed a carriage, pulling a batch of items. Because they were too far away, Fu Qing was not sure what they were and how many they were.

Most of the pedestrians on the street recognized Mr. Zhang's convoy and greeted him kindly: "Hey, Mr. Zhang, you are going to give gifts to Wang Xiang again."

Mr. Zhang smiled and did not put on his airs as a wealthy businessman: "Yes."

"I say, in all these years, where has Wang Xiang ever accepted your gifts? In the end, you still have to give them to us? Why don't you just save this trip and give them to us now." Someone teased.

Mr. Zhang had a stubborn expression, but he was not angry: "That won't do. I gave the things to the Prime Minister, so they belong to the Prime Minister. Whether to give them to you or not depends on the Prime Minister himself."

"If it's my things, I won't give you even a piece of paper. Don't forget, I'm a businessman!" Mr. Zhang said exaggeratedly.

Everyone else laughed: "Yes, you are a big businessman, and there is no business without fraud."

After laughing for a while, everyone dispersed and made way for Mr. Zhang's horse team.

Jokes aside, Mr. Zhang still had a very positive image in their minds.

If Fu Qing didn't think he was a spy from the enemy country, such a person would not look cunning. He was clearly an approachable and talkative shopkeeper.

Gradually, Mr. Zhang came to the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

He got off the carriage, tidied his clothes, and knocked on the door in person.

His arrival was also commonplace for Wang Hua's mansion. The Wang family, which usually kept its doors closed, would make an exception today and open the door to welcome Mr. Zhang.

The Wang family had no servants, and all household affairs in the mansion were handled by the family. Mr. Zhang's knock was opened by Wang Hua himself.

"Meet Mr. Wang, I wish you a happy family and good health!" Seeing Wang Hua open the door, Mr. Zhang knelt down respectfully.

But Wang Hua raised his hand to stop him: "I've said it so many times, being born as a human being, you don't need to kneel."

"A real man should kneel to the sky, the earth, his parents, and his benefactors, it's his duty!" Mr. Zhang smiled happily and didn't insist, because if Mr. Wang didn't want him to kneel, he really couldn't kneel down.

Seeing Wang Xiang coming out, the people outside the door also saluted: "Greetings, Wang Xiang, I wish Wang Xiang happiness and health, and a happy family."

Wang Hua smiled and made a round-arm bow: "The happiness you can live is Wang's happiness."

Then he took Zhang Dashanren into the door and stood there watching Zhang Dashanren's followers move the things into the courtyard of the mansion one by one.

Wang Hua said indifferently: "I won't accept it many times, why do you have to do this? If you really want to give it, wouldn't it be more convenient to give it directly to the people?"

Zhang Dashanren smiled: "Wang Xiang, you have your principles, and I have my choices. I am a businessman, how can I give things away for free?"

"I put the things in the mansion for you, and they are yours. If you don't want them, I will distribute them to the people for you, but it will not be my gift."

"You businessmen always believe in these superstitious things." Wang Hua glared at him unhappily. "What are you giving this time?"

"Hey, Wang Xiang, today I bring you seven volumes of yellow-level skills, sixteen noodles of freshly slaughtered pork, thirteen strings of Donghu pearls, and six second-grade elixirs. I wish you a happy Zhongyuan Festival." Hearing Wang Hua's words, Zhang Dashan clasped his hands and said respectfully.

As he pointed, things were carried into the mansion and placed in the courtyard.

Fu Qing, who was hiding in the tree canopy, immediately wrote down these numbers carefully.

Since the practice of distributing gifts to the people, the gifts that Zhang Dashan sent every time were what the people needed at the moment.

Food, skills, elixirs, property, etc. can all help the people, and Wang Hua is also happy to see it.

It's a big festival, you have to eat delicious food, this pork is it.

Children from ordinary families need necessities such as skills and elixirs for cultivation, and Zhang Dashan has also prepared them.

Poor families need money to improve their lives, and they can live comfortably for a long time if they get a pearl.

It can be said that he has considered all aspects of the place very carefully.

When Mr. Zhang's followers moved all the things in, Wang Hua nodded: "Okay, are they all delivered? I will accept them."

"Thank you, Prime Minister Wang."

"Now I will give these things to all the villagers, and wish you a happy Zhongyuan Festival! Family happiness and all the best." Wang Hua waved his hand, and the things that Mr. Zhang had worked so hard to move into the courtyard were thrown out casually.