Hangzhou Prefecture, outer city.

A simple porridge farm, through the crowded crowd, you can smell the faint fragrance of porridge from afar.

"When line up, whoever dares to jump into the line will break his legs and throw them out!"

More than a dozen burly men were holding steel whips and wearing a gray short-sized coat. The word "king" was pierced on their sleeves, maintaining order here.

A man who looked like a manager came out and shouted loudly:

"You guys know that they are the master of the Wang family. Yu Zhenquan is so shameful that you will suffer. He has made a kind heart and specially opened this porridge shop!"

"The people who received the porridge all bowed in front of the ancestral tablet next to it."

"Only, please return the gift, and each one will not owe each other!"

Most of the refugees were local farmers who were affected by disasters. They lined up honestly and immediately responded when they heard this.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang!"

The hands of people are short, and the mouth of people is short.

Besides, what is it that just worshiping?

The manager watched the group of refugees receive porridge one by one, then went to worship the tablet again, and then nodded with satisfaction and returned to the pavilion not far away to rest.

Two little maids stepped forward and pinched his shoulders.

"Master, thank you for your hard work. You still have to suffer here on such a hot day."

The tender tender and green horn pressed on the body, even if it is tired, it will make people feel relieved.

The manager shook his head twice, letting his head rest in a comfortable depression, and then he said with satisfaction: "What is this exhaustion of doing business for the master?"

"You two little girls, after these few days, you have been running around with me, and you are very tired. I will reward you two well tonight!"

“…”

The two little maids blushed and their hands were much less powerful.

On the small building in the distance.

Two Taoists looked here through the window. One of them was Taicheng Laodao, while the one standing was Taiyong, named Taiyong, both of whom were from

Yu Tianshi Tao.

"Senior brother, isn't it wrong for Wang Zhenquan to build a temple for himself so openly?"

Tai Yong Dao Ren hesitated.

The old Taoist Taicheng picked up the tea and took a sip, and smiled: "You don't care what kind of ancestral temple he set up. The Taoist is not unaware of his background. He has been practicing with the evil devil's method until now, and he still tries to use the ancestral temple to collect the divine treasure. It's a joke. I don't have to worry about being backfired by the karma fire of sentient beings and burning the bones!"

"The Demonic Method?"

"That's right. He colluded with the monks from Haiyun Temple and cultivated the evil flesh puppet body. He thought he was doing it secretly, but he didn't know that he had known this for a long time."

Taicheng's old Taoist words are full of mockery and jokes.

Tai Yong Dao Ren looked at Zhizhu's senior brother and asked, "However, there are hundreds of such porridge shops, and if he really gets magical powers..."

"It's okay, senior brother, I have arranged for people to stare at the ancestral tablets. Once there are signs of birth of supernatural powers, I will pick them away immediately and I will not leave anything for him."

Taicheng said with a smile, "He is responsible for planting trees, and we are responsible for picking fruits. Isn't that a good thing?"

If all living beings are forests, I hope they can bear good results this time!

"Senior brother is brilliant!"

Tai Yong Taoist showed a look of admiration on his face.

"Okay, you keep watching here. For brother, I have something to do, so let's go first."

"Great send to Senior Brother!"

Taoist Taiyong bowed and when he looked up again, Taoist Taicheng had disappeared without a trace.

The old house of the Wang family.

Wang Zhenquan was still lying in his small hall, not leaving the house, but relied on his subordinates to know everything about Hangzhou Prefecture openly and secretly.

He looked at the kneeling on the ground

The young man said, "How is the matter in the porridge farm?"

"Reporting to the head of the family, all 128 porridge farms have been opened, and the refugees in Hangzhou Prefecture have been basically resettled. If the head of the family had not received grain from overseas, I was afraid that the grain in the warehouse would not be able to support it at all."

“You did a great job.”

The manager plucked up his courage to ask: "But will the ancestral tablets set up by the head of the family... be too eye-catching?"

"It's okay."

Wang Zhenquan said without caring, "If I don't stand a few tablets, I'm afraid they will think more."

After all, he was never a good person.

It is hard to guarantee that no one will doubt his purpose by taking the initiative to distribute porridge, but if those ancestral temple tablets are erected, people will think they know his purpose.

Wave the manager and let the manager continue.

Wang Zhenquan held the teacup in his hand, slowly opened the corners of his mouth, swallowed the teacup in one bite, bit it into pieces, and swallowed it together.

"If this stone is hit, I don't know how many birds will be there!"

Yuewang Mansion, back door.

A woman in white dress stepped out from inside, wearing a half-veiled scarf, and still couldn't hide her beauty.

Walking on the street, she looked at the surrounding store with bright eyes.

"It's better to come out with the help of Sister Chu."

Zhu Yuexian walked on the street with great interest.

Such unrestrained moments were like a kind of enjoyment for her.

After passing through the streets, she soon arrived at a porridge farm.

Looking at the heads that were scattered not far away, Zhu Yuexian showed a complicated expression: "This Wang family is indeed serving porridge."

According to the news she received, there are at least hundreds of such porridge shops, and there are no less than 100,000 refugees who are being helped every day!

Although it's just porridge, it can

The chopsticks are not overturned.

The food consumed every day is quite a small number.

This undoubtedly made her burden slightly loose.

Sitting in the southeast, ease maritime affairs outside and maintaining people's livelihood inside.

She could not even understand such a heavy burden in God. During these days she came to the southeast, she really knew how difficult it is for the people to live in!

A natural disaster or a man-made disaster is enough to destroy countless families and families!

"Forget it, although it is a bit taboo for him to worship the tablets of the ancestral temple, there are countless living people. Let's turn a blind eye!"

For those who are superior, sometimes they must tolerate some people's little thoughts.

On this day, she walked a lot of places.

Only by walking out by herself can she see more reality.

“It’s time to go back.”

After looking at the sky, she planned to go back.

However, at this moment, a carriage caught her attention.

A familiar qi mechanism.

"This is……"

"That devil king!"

Zhu Yuexian suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

When the humiliating experience suddenly came to my heart, my eyes became as deep as ice.

In the carriage, Ji Zuodao lay on the lap of the beautiful servant, eating the grapes she had peeled: "I don't know how my brother is now!"

He came to Hangzhou Prefecture thousands of miles away. In addition to the missions within the clan, finding Yang Fan was also one of his goals.

Secondly, we must also check Zhu Yuexian's status.

It has been a while since he helped the two of them, but there has been no news of their children, so he is very anxious.

You know, he made a promise in front of his aunt.
Chapter completed!