Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Chapter 5 Slums, fees! 【Ask for collection】

East of Anlefang

A large filthy slum is located under the bustling city of God.

The potholed muddy road is surrounded by the stinky smell of feces and urine.

A large number of hungry and cold poor people live in dilapidated shacks!
  Some of them are terminally ill, and some are crippled and can only huddle in a corner and linger.

There are also children who are waiting for food with their innocent eyes open, and they are hungry and fighting with wild dogs for food.

In the winding alleys, the flirtatious laughter of prostitutes can be heard from time to time, and occasionally there are the noises of various shrews cursing. It can be said that there is a lot of chaos.

Wei Hong turned a deaf ear to this and walked home alone.

At the same time, his eyes were constantly scanning the surroundings, carefully avoiding gang members and some shady desperadoes in the slums.

"Xiao Hong is back? What are you busy with?"

A burly man with a scarred face grabbed Old Wei's collar and threatened him.

"Grandpa!" Wei Hong stopped the old man from continuing the theory, and tried to persuade him in a gentle voice: "Take the money!"

"thanks to you!"

"No, no, no, this month is not the only one." Scarface arched his hands towards the imperial city and said with a smile: "The Queen Mother is going to celebrate her birthday soon. The superiors have ordered the state governments to increase the longevity tax, and our Tiger Head Gang has to pay too. Help collect the money, two taels per person, your family will have to pay a total of 1 tael and 2 taels of silver."

"Damn it, it's none of my business whether you live or not." Scarface interrupted impatiently: "If you can't complete the task assigned by your superiors, will you be punished on my behalf?"

"Hey, are you going to be an apprentice at a butcher's shop? This is a great event."

Wei Hong exchanged greetings with several aunties on the road.

"One tael and two dollars?"

Deliberately revealing that he was an apprentice in a butcher's shop immediately aroused the envy, jealousy and hatred of many people, and even the prying eyes from around him were reduced.

"Nothing, I just came back from work at Zhuji Butcher Shop."

"It's not that we don't want to pay, it's just that the money is too much, and I really can't come up with it, old man!"

Grandfather Lao Weitou complained even more distressedly: "Damn it, old man, I worked hard for a month and only got 1 tael and 5 yuan of monthly silver. You have to leave some porridge for us, grandson and grandson, right? You collect the first half of the month, In the second half of the month, the Yamen will come to collect them, will you still let them live?"

Three big men in gray short coats with bloody tiger tattoos on their bodies were yelling at their grey-haired, stooped, kind-hearted grandfather: "Made, Old Wei, don't think that we can't protect your old arms and legs." Do it, you know the consequences of not paying today."

"Hey, Xiao Hong is back." Scarface let go of his hand and said with a half-smile: "Look, look, look, this is not me being arrogant, it's actually your family's failure to cooperate with the fees allocated by the boss. It’s also difficult to handle.”

"I don't care whether you have money or not. Don't talk nonsense. You want to be beaten, right?"

When Wei Hong saw this, he quickly went over to stop him, frowned and persuaded: "Master Dao, if you have something to say, please speak it up."

Wei Hong gasped in shock.

"Don't worry Master Dao, we understand the rules." Wei Hong said calmly: "The monthly capitation fee is 3 yuan, the garbage fee is 1 yuan, and the night incense fee is 1 yuan, right?"

And when he returned home, he found the door of his shack wide open.

Old Wei sighed silently and took it out of his arms helplessly for a long time.

Finally, he took out a piece of silver and a bunch of copper coins and handed them to Scarface.

"Yes, Brother Hong is still interested." Scarface turned around and left with satisfaction.

After a while, there was another burst of threats, curses and begging for mercy from next door.

Wei Hong withdrew his gaze coldly, as he was already used to this kind of thing.

The Zhou Dynasty was founded eight hundred years ago, but it has long been in decay.

Today I will charge the door and window fee, and tomorrow I will collect the charcoal fire fee!
  Various gangs, large and small, are the minions of those in power, squeezing ordinary people into misery.

If you don't pay, they will have 10,000 ways to force you to do so!
  Wei Hong naturally had no way of knowing whose pocket the money ended up in. He only knew that his current status was not enough to fight against the rules.

"These bitches." Old Wei scolded his mother in a distressed voice: "They only know how to plunder the common people, and sooner or later they will give birth to children without assholes!"

"Say less, be careful. Walls have ears." Wei Hong advised him while helping him walk in: "Now I am doing well in the butcher shop. When I become a knifeman, our life will be easier."

"Yes, yes, brother Hong is hungry after a long day of work, right?" Old Wei's face was full of kindness: "The old man is going to make dinner now. There are still two kilograms of brown rice in the rice vat, and half of the dried fish will be steamed for us to eat. Done."

"I was too full at the shop today, so I won't have any dinner." Wei Hong handed the pig lungs over and said sleepily: "This is the offal given by the stall. You can cook it yourself and eat it later in the night." I still have to go to work, so I’ll go to bed early.”

"Okay, when you're tired, just wash up and go to sleep." Old Wei nodded hurriedly with a distressed look. He couldn't see how tired Wei Hong was, and he was afraid that he had suffered a lot.

"You don't have to save the pig lungs for me, you can eat them all, don't be reluctant." Wei Hong patiently warned: "I will have enough food by working in the butcher shop, and our family will save a lot of money on rations in the future. "

"Good, good, good!"

The old man's tone was choked, but his eyes were bright and shining.

The child he had worked so hard to bring up finally had the capital to settle down and live a life.

Now that he is still so filial and sensible, what else could he be dissatisfied with?
  After chatting for a while, Old Wei began to clean the pig lungs and prepare for cooking.

Wei Hong looked around at the low, dark shack filled with debris, as well as the wooden bed that could barely accommodate two people, and finally sighed silently.

The rice jar at home has bottomed out, and there is still some air leakage in the shack!
  The weather is getting colder and cooler day by day, and the charcoal-fired cotton-padded clothes for the winter have not yet arrived.

Thinking that his grandfather had to go out to work every night for a long time, and had to do odd jobs in Dali Temple Prison during the day to support himself, Wei Hong couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

"If you endure it longer, the days will get better and better."

“I’ve survived sixteen years, and there’s nothing I can’t overcome!”

Wei Hong comforted himself and fetched water to wipe his body.

bath? does not exist!

Where can I wash in such a small shack?
  Most people in the slums don’t bathe once a year.

"When I have money in the future, I must buy a big yard."

After a brief wash, Wei Hong lay on the bed and tossed and turned.

Although he was tired and sleepy, the sore muscles all over his body made it difficult for him to fall asleep.

In desperation, Wei Hong added a little more vitality to his health, until his whole body was enveloped in warm energy again.

He couldn't help but closed his eyes comfortably and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

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