Chapter 12 It’s not me who’s wrong, it’s the world!
I don’t know what day it is today, it’s very lively.
Not long after Zhou Hui left, the person from Shuangdaomen who was responsible for collecting the case fee came to the door.
Following his usual practice, Gu Changsheng paid a full two hundred coins before sending these gang bosses away.
The entire south of Yuzhou City is the territory of Shuangdaomen.
I have to pay the sample money every month. I can't do it if I don't.
It seems to be a convention, and everyone seems to be used to it.
Not only the money from the gangs, but also the taxes from the government.
This does not add up to a small amount of money. For someone like Gu Changsheng who has his own shop, it costs almost four or five taels of silver every year.
Just got stuck on the bottom line.
The remaining money can only meet the daily needs of food and clothing, and there is still some spare money left for disposal.
Really in this world, who doesn’t live like a leek?
The people from Shuangdaomen had left at this time and went to another house.
Gu Changsheng silently made a note for them in his heart.
In the words of a certain forced king, the Double Sword Sect, this is the way to death!
After ten years... the gang seems to have a second-rate warrior...
Thirty years later, fifty years later, eighty years later, one hundred years later!
He didn't believe that he couldn't avenge today's revenge.
Even if the corpses are dug out again, the earthworms will stand up and split in half, and they will drink and dance on their graves late at night!
Anyway, Gu Changsheng had already memorized this double sword door.
Pulled it into my "little list".
I really don’t know what it means: I would rather bully a white-headed man than a poor young man!
I am so poor and you still want to cut my leeks!
You even rob beggars, you are not a human being!
After collecting the money from the shops at the end of the street, the guys who came to collect the money from Shuangdaomen came back with a full load of broken bits and pieces in their hands.
Even the passing dogs will be slapped twice!
The neighbors next to the bookstore finally dared to come out at this time, gathered together outside, and said a few words to each other with sad faces.
Beside a bookstore there are several shops that are always open.
Wuji Cooking Cake, Zhang's Cloth Shop, Liu's Tofu, and Liu's Paper Figures... "Oh, it's hard to do business now. I can barely afford the monthly payment!"
The owner of Wuji Chuifang Cake Shop is called Wu Dalang, he said with a sad face.
He is a relatively honest and honest-looking person, relatively short and fat, with dark skin. He always has a kind face when talking to others.
The first time Gu Changsheng knew that his neighbor was actually named Wu Dalang, he almost couldn't hold back his breath and burst out.
I later learned that Wu Dalang was really just Wu Dalang, the eldest son in the family, so he was called this ghost name.
There are Wu Erlang and Wu Sanlang behind, but there is no Wu Song who killed the tiger with three punches on Jingyanggang.
He has a wife, but she is not beautiful, and her appearance can only be said to be very ordinary, just average, and there is no such thing as Ximen Qing in Yuzhou City!
“Yes, my family that doesn’t open a store still charges me a hundred bucks!”
Someone echoed with a cautious complaint.
It costs 200 to open a store and 100 to not open a store. Anyway, this money must be paid.
We also treat them differently and harvest them accurately.
Show!
Everyone said a few words, all with depressed faces.
But there is no way, life has to go on.
The world is like this, and ordinary people can only go with the flow.
At most, when I have free time, 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 hard in my heart. A few words.
But who cares?
Contribute to the world?
Wrong!
Take care of yourself alone is the way to live in the world.
But Gu Changsheng still wants to say that it is really not him who is wrong, but the world!
This is the truth!
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Today is the New Year’s Eve, who is a serious person still coding?
I don’t code anymore anyway!
This chapter is very short, but it should still be readable, right?
Dear fellow Taoists, Happy New Year, and may the Immortal Path be prosperous!
(End of this chapter)