Chapter 12: It's not me who's wrong, it's this world!
I don't know what day it is today, it's quite lively.
Shortly after, those responsible for collecting the regular fees from the Double Blade Sect arrived at the door.
Gu Changsheng followed the usual practice and paid a full two hundred coins before sending these people away.
The entire southern part of Yuzhou City is the territory of the Double Blade Sect.
The regular fees must be paid every month, and skipping payment is not an option. It seems like it has become a convention, and everyone seems to have gotten used to it.
It's not just the regular fees of the gang, but also the taxes from the government.
This is not a small amount when added up. For people like Gu Changsheng who have their own shops, it costs about four or five taels of silver every year.
It's just stuck at the bottom line.
The remaining money only suffice for daily essentials like food and clothing, with little left over for discretionary spending.
In reality, who doesn't live on a tight budget?
The people from the Double Blade Sect had already 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 is headed for destruction!
After ten years... another gang appears to have a second-rate leader...
Then thirty years later, fifty years later, eighty years later, a hundred years later!
He refused to believe he couldn't seek revenge for today's injustice.
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 late at night!
Anyway, Gu Changsheng had already memorized this Double Blade Sect.
He put it in his "little list".
I really don't know what it means to: It's better to bully the old man than to bully the poor young man!
I'm so poor, but you still want to take what little i have!
You even rob beggars, this is not human!
After gathering money from a few families at the end of the street, the Double Blade Sect members struggled to carry what they collected.
Even the dogs passing by felt the sting twice! Finally, the neighbors next to the bookstore finally dared to come out, gathering to talked to each other with sad expressions.
There were several shops next to the bookstore that were always open.
Wu's pancake shop, Zhang's cloth shop, Liu's tofu shop, and Liu's paper figurines...
"Alas, it's hard to do business now. I can't even pay the monthly fee!"
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 and kind look, short and fat, 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 help but burst out in laughter.
Later, he realized that this Wu Dalang was really just Wu Dalang, the first child in the family, so he was called this ghost name.
There are also Wu Erlang and Wu Sanlang, but there is no Wu Song who killed the tiger with three punches on Jingyang Ridge.
There is a wife, but she is not beautiful, and her appearance can only be said to be very ordinary, so-so, and there is no Ximen Qing in Yuzhou City!
"Yes, Even my family who doesn't run a store, still charges me a hundred big coins!"
Someone echoed, voicing their complaint cautiously.
Two hundred for opening a store, one hundred for not opening one. Either way, this fee must be paid.
There's also unequal treatment and meticulous collection.
Everyone said a few words, all with a look of distress on their faces.
But there is no way, life must go on.
The world is like this, and ordinary people can only go with the flow.
At most, when they are free, they look at the hot sun in the sky, wipe the sweat from their foreheads with a rag, swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva, and curse in their hearts.
But who cares?
Changing the world? Wrong!
Only by being self-sufficient is the way to behave in the world.
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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