Asking for Immortality in Another World

I don't know what day it is today, it's very lively.

Not long after Zhou Hui left, the people in charge of collecting the regular money from Shuangdaomen came to the door.

Gu Changsheng paid a full two hundred coins as usual before sending these gang leaders away.

The entire southern part of Yuzhou City is the territory of Shuangdaomen.

The regular money must be paid every month, and it is not okay not to pay.

It seems to be a convention, and everyone seems to have gotten used to it.

Not only the regular money of the gang, but also the taxes from the government.

This is not a small amount added up. For people like Gu Changsheng who have their own shops, it takes about four or five taels of silver every year.

It just hits the bottom line.

The remaining money can only solve the daily food and clothing, and there is a little spare money left for spending.

Really in the world, who doesn't live like a leek.

The people from Shuangdaomen had left at this time and went out to another house.

Gu Changsheng silently made a note of them in his heart.

In the words of a certain king, the Double Blade Sect, this is the way to death!

After ten years... the other gang seems to have a second-rate warrior in charge...

Then thirty years later, fifty years later, eighty years later, a hundred years later!

He didn't believe that he couldn't avenge today's revenge.

Even if the corpses were dug out again, the earthworms would stand upright and split in half, and then drink and dance on the graves of others late at night!

Anyway, Gu Changsheng had already memorized this Double Blade Sect.

Pull it into his "little list".

I really don't know what it means: It's better to bully the old man than to bully the poor young man!

I'm so poor, but you still want to cut my leeks!

You even rob beggars, this is not human!

After collecting the money from the few families at the end of the street, the guys from the Double Blade Sect who came to collect the fee staggered back with the bits and pieces in their hands.

Even the passing dogs were slapped twice!

The neighbors next to the bookstore finally dared to come out at this time, gathered outside, and talked to each other with sad faces.

There are several shops that have been open all the time next to a bookstore.

Wu Ji Pancake, Zhang's Cloth Shop, Liu's Tofu, and Liu's Paper Man...

"Alas, business is hard now, and I can't pay the monthly salary!"

The owner of Wu Ji Pancake Shop is called Wu Dalang, and he said with a sad face.

He is a man with a relatively honest look, a relatively short and fat figure, dark skin, and always looks kind when talking to people.

When Gu Changsheng first knew that his neighbor was actually called Wu Dalang, he almost couldn't hold back his breath and spit it out.

Later, I realized that this Wu Dalang was really just Wu Dalang, the first child in the family, so he was called this weird name.

There are also Wu Erlang and Wu Sanlang later, but there is no Wu Song who killed the tiger with three punches on Jingyang Ridge.

I have a wife, but she is not pretty. Her appearance can only be described as ordinary. There is no Ximen Qing in Yuzhou City!

"Yes, my family doesn't open a shop, but they still charge me a hundred yuan!"

Someone echoed and complained carefully.

Two hundred for opening a shop, one hundred for not opening a shop, anyway, this fee must be paid.

They also treat people differently and harvest accurately.

Show!

Everyone said a few words, all with a look of distress.

But there is no way, life must go on.

This is the way of the world, and ordinary people can only go with the flow.

At most, when I am free, I look at the hot sun in the sky, wipe the sweat from my forehead with a rag, swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva, and curse a few words in my heart.

But who cares?

Help the world?

Wrong!

Only by being good to yourself can you be a good person.

But Gu Changsheng still wants to say that it is not him who is wrong, but this world!

This is the truth!

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Today is New Year's Eve, who would still write?

Anyway, I won't write anymore!

This chapter is very short, but it should still be acceptable, right...?

Fellow Taoists, Happy New Year, and prosperity to the immortal path!