The next step is to pay taxes, most of the survivors don't have such high-level things as nutritional mixtures, this is not something that ordinary survivors can make, unless they have made deals with the commoners or rich people of the Wan Shi government, so they can only hand in something they think is valuable as a substitute for money.

All the survivors whose belongings were approved entered the city through the gate on the left, indicating that they had obtained the status of a free commoner, while those who could not pay taxes were sent to a bus on the right, and the upper and lower entrances of the bus and the aisles of the bus were guarded by soldiers in black masks, no doubt it must have been a bus transporting slaves, and the purpose of the guards was to prevent the slaves from causing trouble.

In fact, if you can't call taxes and fees, you can choose not to enter the city and continue to live a life of hiding in Tibet, but people who have been in the last days for so many years have long been tired of even eating and sleeping to guard against zombies.

Zhang Yuntian rummaged through his backpack, there was only a poor self-defense hammer in it, and a handful of cookie crumbs that were dried to crumbs, it seems that the self in this world is not very good, not to mention that there is no decent self-defense items, just such a little food at the moment, I am afraid that it will be difficult to last another day.

But it doesn't matter, who let himself help him fulfill his wish, although there is no green nutritional mixture, but as long as it is food, it should not be difficult to pay a tax.

Zhang Yuntian has the ability to travel through the plane of time and space, the food is in the main world, it is something that is readily available, he can't afford to consume high-end ingredients such as abalone and shark fin, but it is more than enough to take some gadgets such as instant noodles and biscuits.

He turned the ring counterclockwise, just like when he came, the surrounding picture began to blur, distort, and finally turned into a cloud of pitch black, slightly different from when he came, this time there was no portal, but directly returned to his own nest of only a few dozen square meters.

Zhang Yuntian raised his eyes and looked at the time, at 1:35 in the morning, the time was indeed static, he had stayed at least two or three hours in the end times, but the real time had almost no change, even if a few seconds had passed, it was just a delay caused by his own operation of the space-time ring, which was negligible.

Taxes! The most important thing now is to find food that can replace taxes and fees, but unfortunately at this time, in this poor and remote place, the surrounding supermarkets are all closed, and he can only see what food is left at home, he vaguely remembers that he bought three bags of instant noodles in the morning, but only ate two bags, there should be one more bag.

In fact, he could have waited until tomorrow morning to buy all the items before crossing, because the time of the heterotopic plane was also static at this time, but he was already dizzy with excitement at this time, and he didn't expect this section at all, and even if it was a bag of instant noodles, it must be a rare thing in the last days when zombies were raging for eight years, and it was definitely a rare thing, and it was definitely a shot!

There is no refrigerator in this cheap rental house, all of Zhang Yuntian's snacks and instant noodles are piled up in the kitchen cabinet, he hurriedly took out the bag of braised beef noodles that was almost forgotten, and kissed it lightly on the bag, this thing must be 10,000 times better than the chicken shit green bullshit nutritional mixture, and the portion is also more sufficient, maybe the tax officer is happy to let himself be directly promoted to the ranks of the rich!

He flicked the ring and returned to the apocalyptic plane, the line was still so long, there were six people in front of him when he left, and it was still six people now, and they still maintained their original posture, until the picture slowly became clear, and they continued to move again.

These six people also did not pay tribute, and were indifferently pushed to the bus on the right by the tax officer, and the next one was himself.

"Taxes!" The tax officer stretched out his calloused hand to Zhang Yuntian expressionlessly, his eyes were full of disdain, the young man in front of him was loosely wrapped, and he knew at a glance that he was a poor ghost and destined to be a slave.

He has been a tax officer for three or four years, he has interacted with all kinds of people, and when he is busiest, he has to collect taxes and fees from hundreds of people a day, and after countless tests, he told him that the kid in front of him can never afford to pay taxes, but he still asks Zhang Yuntian to show something valuable in one move according to the work process.

Zhang Yuntian had already prepared, so he confidently took out a bag of braised beef noodles from the bag (of course, it was actually taken out from the void warehouse, the backpack was just to hide people's eyes), handed it over, and then looked at the tax officer's face with trepidation.

I saw that the tax officer's cold face suddenly melted the moment he saw the instant noodles, and he showed a rare smile, but then he was covered by a cold expression, and he said coldly: "Hmph, don't you know that the shelf life of instant noodles is only six months?" It's been eight years since the end of the world, and you're trying to fool me with this expired garbage! Guards, take this creacherous guy away and send it to the slave market for auction! ”

"Huh? What's the situation? Zhang Yuntian was stunned, he had never considered the issue of shelf life before, although this package of instant noodles must not have passed the expiration date, but the factories in the last days were closed, who could still produce something as complicated as instant noodles? Therefore, it is reasonable to be misunderstood as a futures before the end of the world.

Zhang Yuntian regretted it, he knew that he should have brought a bag of rice directly, although this thing is simple, but it is absolutely practical! It's just that he never cooks at home, and of course he doesn't have rice, which is just his longing.

Before he could react, two strong men in black masks walked over, grabbed his arms one by one, and dragged them in the direction of the bus.

"You have to believe me, this thing is definitely not expired, I swear, I don't believe you will know if you eat it! You have to trust me! ”

Zhang Yuntian struggled to explain to the tax officer, but the tax officer took his words as a deaf ear, and said lightly: "Next, taxes!" ”

It went on like this for another thirty minutes or so, until the small box containing taxes was a little full, and the tax collector stopped a little, and suddenly found that the bag of instant noodles was next to the box, and he threw it casually, and the instant noodles spun around in the air, and landed right in front of a red high heel.

The owner of the high heels is a twenty-year-old woman, with a cold appearance and a hot figure, wearing a white cardel shirt on her upper body, revealing a deep career line, and a miniskirt underneath, revealing a pair of slender and straight beautiful legs.

When any man sees her, even if he is a humble gentleman who does not sit still, his lower body will inevitably be impulsive.

But when the tax collector saw her, he hurriedly bowed his head like a mouse to a cat, and his eyes looked straight at the ground, not daring to even look at her.

"Nope. I don't know, you are here, there is a long way to go, and I hope you will not be surprised! "The tax officer's strength was gone, and now he was so nervous that he even stammered.

The woman didn't even pay attention to him, just like there was only a cloud of air standing in front of her, she looked down at the bag of ready-to-eat noodles under her feet, and a strange feeling flooded her heart! Although this instant noodle is no different from the expired garbage at first glance, it seems to be a little different when you look closely, and I can't tell what the problem is.

There was a girl in a red cheongsam beside her, who should be her servant, very smart, and very able to guess the master's intentions, she took two steps forward, held the instant noodles in her hand, and bowed down to the woman, "Master, please take a look!" ”

The woman carefully looked at the bag of instant noodles, the packaging was brightly colored, not at all like the garbage that had been sealed for eight years, any color would oxidize and fade over time, this is common sense, but the bright color of this packaging is like just leaving the factory, she has not seen such a color for many years.

Her beautiful eyes looked at the bag of instant noodles with interest, and her eyes were suddenly attracted by a small black word on the corner of the bag, although her reason told her not to have too much hope, but she still said lightly: "Xue'er, look at the production date!" ”

Xue'er nodded, looked at the small print seriously, March 20, 2016, seeing this date, her pupils suddenly constricted, as if she saw something terrible, she rubbed her eyes and looked at it carefully a few times, sure enough, it was March 20, 2016!

How can it be?! How can instant noodles that were produced two months ago appear today? It's ridiculous, like someone telling her that the end of the world is over.

She didn't dare to rashly tell the woman next to her about this result, with her own identity, she didn't dare to make such a low-level mistake, she hurriedly picked out the small print with her fingernails, and made sure that the small word was printed at the time of delivery, not deliberately faked by others, so she whispered the result in the woman's ear with trepidation.

"What?" The woman was taken aback, her plump breasts fell with her tight breathing, and after a while, she regained her calm, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she said to herself: "What was born two months ago?" Hehe, it's funny, whoever owns such a thing, is definitely not an ordinary survivor! ”

Her tone changed suddenly, and she said to the tax collector in a cold and unquestioning tone: "No matter who handed in this thing, invite him to my office immediately, and don't neglect this distinguished guest!" ”

The tax officer didn't expect that this instant noodle was produced two months ago, no wonder she attached so much importance to this matter, and slapped herself a few big mouths in her heart, so many years of experience in seeing people can still see away, she is really blind, recalling Zhang Yuntian's confident expression before, why didn't she notice it? If he really sold this noble guest as a slave, then his whole family should not think about it, he hurriedly smiled and said, "I'll invite him out now!" I'll do it right away! ”

The tax collector turned to the slave bus as he spoke, but the bus on the side of the road was empty, and there was no one, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then his face turned pale with fright, and he replied to the woman with a trembling voice: "Yes." I'm sorry, sir. Slave. Slave. Big. The bus drove away, and it was supposed to go to the Slave Square for auction. ”

The woman swept the frightened man in front of her, her eyes full of murderous intent, "Give you three days!" You can do it! ”

After saying that, the woman took Xue'er and got on a white Hummer armed to the teeth without looking back, and left in the dust.