Chapter 150: Following

As Wang Hua moved, Zhang Dashanren and Fu Qing looked at those things at the first time.

Sixteen slices of pork flew out of the door, ten of them were facing upwards, revealing the hideous spine and tender meat still dripping with blood, and the other six were also facing downwards. A total of sixteen slices of eight pigs were enough for dozens of families to have a good meal.

In addition, two of the seven martial arts books fell out of the box and fell to the ground.

Sixteen strings of pearls were scattered all over the ground, and five of them were scattered. Dozens of pearls fell on the bluestone floor in front of the door, making a pleasant crisp sound.

And the elixir with the lid opened, exuding an attractive elixir fragrance, which spread at the door of the prime minister's mansion.

Fu Qing, who was hiding in the tree canopy, shrank his pupils. It was indeed so!

As a martial king, Wang Hua could not even have this control, unless he did it on purpose! Zheng Tao's guess was correct. Wang Hua's way of transmitting information was really completed through these objects!

He secretly recorded the changes in these numbers in his mind.

The people at the gate of the Xiangfu had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and they shouted "Thank you Wang Xiang" and "Thank you Zhang Dashan" and so on.

Then they began to divide the things.

These people acted in an orderly manner, without fighting or grabbing. In their hearts, these were things given by Wang Xiang. If they quarreled in front of Wang Xiang for these things, it would be disrespectful to Wang Xiang.

They just waited quietly for Zhang Dashan to come out and distribute things on behalf of Wang Xiang.

Zhang Dashan did not keep everyone waiting for long. He bowed to Wang Xiang and left the Xiangfu.

"Fellow villagers, this is a festival gift from Wang Xiang to you, but Wang Xiang is honest and has no servants at home. Can I dare to distribute it for Wang Xiang?" Zhang Dashan said with a smile.

"Thank you Zhang Dashan!"

In fact, the things were still Zhang Dashan's, but they could be said to be gifts from Wang Hua as they came in and out of the Xiangfu.

Everyone also knew that this was Wang Hua's dignity, and each of them deliberately said good things.

Mr. Zhang said loudly: "Six second-grade Qi-gathering pills. If anyone needs them, come out and claim them."

After listening to Mr. Zhang's words, several people came out to claim the pills, praising Wang Xiang and leaving satisfied.

"Seven volumes of exercises. If anyone has a child who is about to practice, come forward and claim them!"

Another seven families came forward to claim the exercises.

The distribution of gifts was carried out in an orderly manner. No one claimed them repeatedly, and no one was greedy and claimed them.

Only those who really needed them would come to claim these things.

As for those who were well-off and just came to join in the fun, they only claimed a pound of pork in the end to ask for a good start.

Mr. Zhang had no resentment at all, nor did he have the airs of a rich businessman. He personally cut the pork for everyone. After a long time, everyone left with satisfaction.

I believe that the people of Kyoto will talk about this unique show today for a long time, and at the same time, Wang Hua's prestige will be further elevated.

Wang Hua was in the courtyard of the Xiangfu, watching everyone receive the items with a kind face, and only nodded with a smile after the distribution was completed.

"Xiang Xiang, I will take my leave now." Zhang Dashan pulled a rag from the carriage, wiped the oil on his hands, and said respectfully.

"Thank you for your hard work." Wang Hua nodded, and the Xiangfu gate slowly closed, without any intention of keeping Zhang Dashan for a cup of tea.

Zhang Dashan bowed deeply to the closed gate again, and then drove away with his entourage in the empty carriage.

In the Xiangfu, Wang Hua, who looked kind, did not change his expression after the door closed, as if he was immersed in the joy of the people just now.

He walked towards the inner hall, and his steps were much lighter.

Fu Qing carefully controlled and continued to follow.

"Father, Zhang Dashan is here to deliver things again." On the way, Wang Hua also met his son Wang Yong.

Wang Yong is Wang Hua's eldest son, Wang Yu's father, and a high-ranking official in the court. However, he is as timid as a quail in front of Wang Hua.

As a high-ranking official, his salary is not low, but looking at Wang Yong's long gown, it is still a little worn out, and the lining at the collar even has some patches and wear.

"Doesn't he come every festival?" Wang Hua smiled and nodded.

"Father, Mr. Zhang is also a good man, who values ​​friendship and loyalty, and has persisted for so many years. Why don't you accept him once and fulfill his wish?" Wang Yong asked.

"Asshole!" Wang Hua glared at him, and scared Wang Yong, a man in his sixties or seventies, to shrink his neck.

"How can officials and businessmen collude? Your father has some thin face in the court. If he uses this as a basis to ask relevant officials to do things convenient for you, do you think they will give your father face?" Wang Hua said in a serious tone.

"Dad, it's not as serious as you think! I don't think Mr. Zhang is such a person. Everyone has seen what he has done for Tianxuan over the years. Many officials admire him and want to give him some convenience, but he actively refuses!" Although Wang Yong is afraid of Wang Hua, he still speaks well of Mr. Zhang.

Wang Hua did not let go, snorted coldly: "You know a person's face but not his heart, this is very good! Don't mention this matter again! Go back to school."

"Yes." Even Wang Hua's attitude was firm, Wang Yong did not dare to say anything, so he had to agree and leave.

Looking at this scene in front of him, Fu Qing was also moved. The Wang family has very strict family education, and Wang Hua is so cautious and honest. If Fu Qing had not almost concluded that he was a Blue Flame spy, he would have to admire his noble character.

It's a pity...

Following Wang Hua into the study room of the Xiangfu, Wang Hua did not seem to be too upset by his son's talkativeness.

Humming a little tune, he took out a book from the most conspicuous position on the bookshelf and happily leaned on the recliner to read it.

Fu Qing used all his eyesight to see the book Wang Hua took out, which was called "Tianxuan Zhi". This book records major events, geographical environment and other things since the founding of Tianxuan Empire for a thousand years. There are more than 100 volumes.

The book Wang Hua took out was the seventh volume.

Fu Qing's heart skipped a beat. The seventh volume? Is it a coincidence?

He clearly remembered that the gift from Mr. Zhang just now also had seven volumes of exercises!

Thinking of this, Fu Qing became more and more convinced that there must be some unknown connection between them.

Afterwards, Wang Hua continued to read. From Fu Qing's perspective, it was not easy to explore further. Although his cultivation level was much higher, if he looked too presumptuously at a close distance, he would still be discovered.

After all, Wang Hua was also a martial arts king.

From Fu Qing's perspective, Wang Hua flipped through the book casually until he reached the last page and paused.

He paused for a longer time than before when he flipped through the entire book. At the same time, Wang Hua's apologetic expression changed slightly, and he looked a little serious.

He slowly closed the book with a complicated look. For some reason, he seemed to sigh in a self-deprecating way and closed his eyes, as if he was taking a nap.