Before he could finish speaking, the door opened a crack, and a woman timidly handed out a money bag.

Hu Meng went up and was about to snatch the money bag, but the woman didn't want to let go, "Official, we don't have tomorrow's food at home, can you leave a few taels of silver to save your life." Looking at Hu Meng, the woman said.

"No problem, you let go first, I'll get you a few taels." Hu Meng said generously.

Hearing this, the woman's eyes were filled with joy and she just let go.

"Bring it to you!" Hu Meng said, and he had already kicked the woman to the ground.

"Mother." With a panicked voice, a three-year-old girl had already run out and hugged the woman.

"Didn't you see Mengchun Tower over there? If you don't have any money, you can sell it! If you don't want to sell it, you can sell your children! Looking at the woman, Hu Meng smiled.

"You brutes, you don't have a good death!" Looking at Hu Meng, the woman scolded, her eyes were red, there was not even a grain of rice at home, if it weren't for this little baby, she really wanted to die directly.

The words have not fallen, bang! , but was trampled on the ground by Hu Meng, "I see that next month, you cheap woman will dare to be hard-mouthed." Hu Meng said, already carrying the money bag and walking to the next house.

in the corner.

"Boss, why are you stopping me!" Looking at Feng Ge, Xiao Qianhuan couldn't help but say, those beasts are simply inhumane.

"It's not time to make a move yet." Feng Ge said, his eyes shining slightly.

She had already sensed that in the past two days, people had been infiltrating Central City, and there was no doubt that Nan Fenghua must be preparing something, as long as his plan could succeed, these citygoers would have a good tomorrow.

Otherwise, even if they can save them for a while, when they get out of here, they will still face painful torment.

Now, only by completely overthrowing the people in that building can these citizens be truly saved.

Looking in the direction of the central palace, Feng Ge said, I heard Meng Xiaofei say that this palace was overturned after Nan Zhentian occupied the central city, and it took three years, countless manpower, financial and material resources, and nearly three thousand people died in the prime of life in just one year.

It is a palace built on countless blood.

"Boss, they're going to West Street." Xiao Qianhuan's voice sounded, pulling Feng Ge back into his sight.

"Let's go." Feng Ge said, already following.

On the other side, Hu Meng led people, and sure enough, they searched one by one.

One family after another is afraid and sad to hand over all the savings of the family, only hoping that after paying this month, before the next month comes, God will see them forgotten and end this nightmare that has lasted for more than ten years as soon as possible.

Soon, in front of a dilapidated house at the end of the street, everyone couldn't help but surround it with some worry.

The family of Zhao Yuniang who lived in this family was already poor, and the man was caught working as a coolie in the field, and he didn't come back for a few months, leaving only a pregnant Yuniang, who barely paid taxes by doing heavy work.

"Zhao Niang, hurry up and open the door! It's like this every month, what a cheap fan. Kicking one foot at a time, Hu scolded fiercely.

That's when it happened.

Bang! There was a loud bang, and before Hu Meng could react, he had been directly pressed down by the door that had been knocked open inside.

"Stinky bitch, you're looking for death!" Looking at Zhao Yuniang, Hu scolded fiercely.

"Didn't you tell me to open the door?" Walked down from the door panel, with a big belly, Zhao Yuniang said.

"Stinky bitch, if you can't pay your taxes, labor and management will kill you!" Hu scolded fiercely.

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