Just as he was about to dodge, Zhang Xiaohua saw the interested look in Hall Master Qiu's eyes and couldn't help but smile inwardly. He was wearing a long robe, so he didn't fear any harm from the silver coin. He pretended not to know martial arts and not know how to evade; he simply stretched out his hand to grab. In the blink of an eye, the silver coin was right in front of his chest, and just when it was about to hit him, it suddenly followed a curve and dropped to the ground in front of him. Zhang Xiaohua's hand, of course, grabbed at nothing – it turned out to be the work of a hidden weapon expert!
Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but be a little more cautious.
While chuckling, he picked up the silver coin from the ground and put it in his pocket, saying, "Weren't you just curious about what's in the cart? It's 200 pounds of rice ordered by the head of the city defense team's uncle when he came to our village. I simply borrowed a cart to deliver it to the city."
