Chapter 2188 Please Be Content

"Old patriarch, are you unhappy?"

The old patriarch seemed to be in a trance, and Tie Dan asked twice before he realized it and forced a smile: "Happy..."

He turned his eyes around and sighed softly: "After all... it's my homeland."

When the team passed by a deep house compound, the old patriarch stopped slightly and looked inside.

The bronze door is open, and inside the door is a shadow wall. The back wall of the shadow is made of sapphire, with a picture of a roc bird spreading its wings and about to fly.

There are obviously people living in this house. When the old patriarch looked in, he was seen by four gatekeepers at the door. They waved their hands: "Go away, go away! This is the general's mansion, not people like you!" of."

The old patriarch choked for a while, but didn't say anything, and walked away quickly.

Gu Xijiu and Di Fuyi were walking at the end of the line, seeing the old patriarch flee as if fleeing, a flash of thought flashed in her eyes.

The so-called residential area in the south of the city is more like a slum.

The small tent houses are next to each other, a pile of messy things are piled up at the door, and the people who come in and out of it are all unkempt.

The soldiers who led the way led their group directly to the depths of these tent houses, and pointed to a row of thirty tents: "The city lord is merciful, and has rewarded you with so many houses. You should be grateful for the city lord's kindness, do things well, and work hard." work."

Everyone agreed, and the soldier left.

Chuncao looked at the small and dilapidated tents, and pouted: "This dilapidated house is not as good as the one we used to live in."

Tieniu also frowned: "I suspect that I won't be able to straighten up when I enter this tent..."

Someone from the nearby tent came out, and when they heard what they said, they sneered and said, "You should be content, at least there is a shelter, many people in this city sleep in grass nests, and there is not even a tile to cover their bodies. ..."

Chuncao and others look at me, I look at you, they passed some remote places along the way, and they did see someone squatting in the corner, sleeping in a grass nest...

"This city is so poor." Chuncao blurted out.

The man snorted: "Cities are not poor, but we are the ones who are poor..."

He seemed to feel that he had slipped his tongue, shook his head, went into the tent, came out after a while, and hurried out.

Chuncao couldn't help asking him, "Where are you going, brother?"

"work!"

"Still working so late?" It was already dinner time.

The man didn't turn his head back: "Of course, we can only sleep for three hours a day. The rest of the time is not only eating but also working..."

"Where to eat? Do you cook it yourself?" Many people were hungry, and they wanted to try the delicious food in the city.

The man finally stopped for a while: "You are not allowed to cook by yourself here. Only people who are heads of a hundred or more are eligible to have a kitchen in the courtyard. People like us can only eat in the dining hall... You have fallen flowers Tickets? You need a flower ticket to buy a meal in the dining hall."

Everyone was obviously confused, you look at me, I look at you.

The man sighed, and took out a crumpled ticket from his pocket: "Here, this is it. It's issued by us ordinary people. You can get one every day after working hard."

The old patriarch took it over and looked at it. The ticket looked a bit like a silver ticket, and the face value written on it was five hundred...

"How much can this ticket buy?"

"How much?" The man sighed, "This ticket can buy three steamed buns, three bowls of porridge and two dishes of pickles..."