Chapter 844 Is it because my brother is in poor health?
Hangzhou Prefecture, Outer City.
In a simple porridge shop, through the crowds of people, you can smell the faint aroma of porridge from a distance.
"Line up. If anyone dares to jump in line, their legs will be broken and thrown out!"
A dozen burly men, armed with steel whips and wearing gray shorts with the word "王" tattooed on their sleeves, are maintaining order here.
A man who looked like a manager came out and shouted loudly:
"So that you people can know that it is the master of the Wang family who keeps the truth and doesn't want to see you suffer, so he opened this porridge restaurant out of kindness!"
"Everyone who has received the porridge will bow before the memorial tablet of the Sheng Temple next to it."
"The right should repay the gift, and no one owes anything to the other!"
The refugees, mostly local farmers who had been affected by the disaster, lined up in a queue. When they heard this, they quickly responded.
"Thank you, Mr. Wang!"
Those who take others have short hands, and those who eat others have short mouths.
Besides, if it’s just a bow, what does it mean?
The steward watched the group of refugees receive porridge one by one, and then went to pay homage to the memorial tablets. Then he nodded with satisfaction and returned to the pavilion not far away to rest.
Two little maids came forward to squeeze his shoulders.
"Master, thank you for your hard work. You still have to suffer here in such a hot weather."
The tender catkins as green as green onions are pressed against the body, which makes people feel comfortable even if they are tired.
The steward shook his head twice, letting his brain rest in a comfortable depression, and then said with satisfaction: "Working for the master's family, what's the point of being tired?"
"On the other hand, you two little girls, you have been running around with me these past few days, and you are very tired. I will reward you two well tonight!"
"..."
The two little maids blushed, and the strength in their hands was much reduced.
On the small building in the distance.
Two Taoists looked at this place through the window. One of them was Tai Cheng, an old Taoist, and the one standing there was an old Taoist named Tai Yong, both of whom were born in Tianshi Tao.
"Senior brother, is it inappropriate for Wang Zhenquan to build a shrine for himself in such an upright and upright manner?"
Taoist Taiyong hesitated and spoke.
Taoist Taoist Taicheng picked up the tea and took a sip, and smiled: "You don't care what kind of shrine he built, it's not like the Taoist people don't know his background. He has cultivated with evil methods until now, and he still tries to use the shrine to enshrine the sacred treasures."
, What a joke, I’m not afraid that the karma of all sentient beings will backfire and burn my bones!”
"The magic of evil?"
"That's right. He colluded with the monks from Haiyun Temple and built a demon flesh puppet body. He thought he had done it secretly, but he didn't know that he knew about it already."
Taicheng Taoist's words were full of ridicule and teasing.
Taoist Taiyong looked at his senior brother who held the pearl of wisdom and asked: "However, hundreds of such porridge restaurants have been opened. If he really gets supernatural powers..."
"It doesn't matter, senior brother, I have already arranged for people to keep an eye on those memorial tablets. Once there are signs of the birth of magical powers, they will be taken away immediately. I will not leave anything behind for him."
Taicheng Taoist smiled and said, "He is responsible for planting trees and we are responsible for picking fruits. Isn't it a beautiful thing?"
If all living beings are like Lin, I hope this time I can bear a good fruit!
"Senior brother is brilliant!"
Taoist Taiyong showed a look of admiration on his face.
"Okay, you continue to keep an eye on me here. For brother's sake, I have something to do, so I'll take the first step."
"Congratulations, senior brother!"
Taoist Taiyong bowed and when he raised his head again, Taoist Taicheng had disappeared without a trace.
The Wang family's old residence.
Wang Zhenquan is still nestled in his small hall, without leaving the house, but relies on his subordinates to know everything about Hangzhou Mansion, both overt and covert.
He looked at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground and said, "How is the matter at the porridge?"
"Reporting to the head of the family, all 128 porridge shops have been opened, and the refugees in Hangzhou Prefecture have basically been resettled. If the head of the family had not brought back food from overseas, I am afraid that the food in the warehouse would not be able to support it at all."
"You did very well."
The steward bravely asked: "But, will the memorial tablets erected by the head of the family be... too eye-catching?"
"It doesn't matter."
Wang Zhenquan said nonchalantly, "If I don't erect a few memorial tablets, I'm afraid they won't think too much about them."
After all, he has never been a kind person.
By taking the initiative to offer porridge, there is no guarantee that no one will doubt his purpose, but if he puts up those memorial tablets in the temple, it will make people think they know his purpose.
He waved his hand to let the steward go.
Wang Zhenquan held the teacup in his hand, grinned slowly, swallowed the teacup in one gulp, bit it into pieces, and swallowed it all together.
"If you drop this stone, you don't know how many birds there will be!"
Yue Wangfu, back door.
A woman in a white dress stepped out from inside, wearing a half-covering veil, still unable to hide her beauty.
Walking on the street, she looked at the surrounding stores with her bright eyes.
"It's more comfortable to come out with the help of Sister Chu's identity."
Zhu Yuexian walked on the street with great interest.
Such an unfettered moment is nothing less than a kind of enjoyment for her.
Walking through the streets, she soon came to a porridge shop.
Looking at the crowd of people not far away, probably no less than a thousand people, Zhu Yuexian showed a complicated expression: "The Wang family is really giving out porridge."
According to the information she received, there are at least hundreds of porridge shops like this, and they help no less than 100,000 refugees every day!
Although it is just gruel, the chopsticks can be held upright without falling over.
The amount of food consumed every day is a large amount.
This undoubtedly relieved her burden a little.
Sitting in the southeast, it cares about maritime affairs externally and protects people's livelihood internally.
She had never experienced such a heavy burden in the capital of God. During these days in the southeast, she truly understood how difficult people's livelihood was!
A natural disaster or a man-made disaster is enough to destroy countless families!
"That's all, although it's a bit taboo to enshrine the memorial tablet in the living temple, there are countless living people, so let's just turn a blind eye!"
As a superior, sometimes you have to tolerate some people's petty thoughts.
She walked a lot this day.
Only by stepping out in this way did she see more reality.
"It's time to go back."
After taking a look at the sky, she planned to go back.
However, at this moment, a carriage caught her attention.
A familiar qi movement.
"This is……"
"That Skin Demon King!"
Zhu Yuexian's footsteps suddenly stopped.
The humiliating experience suddenly came to mind, and his eyes became as deep as ice.
In the carriage, Ji Zuodao was lying on the lap of a beautiful attendant, eating the grapes she had peeled: "I don't know how my brother is doing now!"
He came all the way to Hangzhou. In addition to his clan duties, one of his purposes was to find Yang Fan.
Secondly, we also need to check Zhu Yuexian's status.
It has been a while since he married the two of them, but there has been no news about the child. He is very anxious.
You know, he made the promise in front of his aunt.
"But I've taught him the secret method. If this doesn't work, then it shouldn't be my brother's body... doesn't work?"