"This is Area 47?"

Zhou Zheng looked at the buildings that caught his eye, and there was a huge gap between them and what he imagined. It is dilapidated and old, there are few decent buildings, and you can see colorful tents everywhere, and the crowded residents give this area more of a mess.

Parking the car on the side of the street, Zhou Zheng jumped out of the car.

In every city, there will be so-called slums, which refer to backward and poor places.

There is Titan City, and so does the Land of Bones.

It's just that Zhou Zheng didn't expect that the 47th area assigned to his hands was the 47th area with one of the slums. Zhou Zheng has learned that the same area as District 47 also has District 33 and District 50. These three districts, in the land of bones, have a title: three.

In the Burial of Bones, mentioning these three districts will naturally be taken lightly.

Living in these three areas naturally comes with a sense of inferiority.

And District 47, which is slightly worse than District 33, is slightly better than District 50.

The reason why no one has taken over in District 47 has been before is that District 47 is tasteless, and it is a pity to abandon it, and the strong are unwilling to take over, so it is better to wait for a better opportunity. As a result, the head of District 47 has been vacant for nearly a year in the burial ground, and no one has taken over.

And Shen Junxing's mention of Zhou Zheng was precisely because he saw that it was possible for Zhou Zheng to succeed.

But there are still voices of opposition, Zhou Zhengcai has become a strong man, and he will immediately become the head of a district, which is somewhat unreasonable. No matter how bad District 47 is, it is still a district. has not yet arrived at Zhou Zhenglai. But with the fall of Yang Liu and Shen Junxing's contribution, Zhou Zheng still sat in this position.

"As a man, you can't be too careful."

Zhou Zheng shook his head, it was not easy to be the district chief, and no matter how picky he was, it would be too much of a snake swallowing an elephant.

Area 47 is mainly inhabited by ordinary people, and a few are inhabited by some low-ranking martial artists. This structure of residents has made the tax revenue of District 47 a joke. Each is less than a low-grade orange crystal. There are even times when there are only five or six higher amethysts.

When it reaches the strong level, a low-grade orange crystal can be harvested even once it goes out.

If you're lucky, it's not more than ten times. Who can afford this tax?

Like District 9. and the 17th district. The monthly tax revenue has almost reached the level of low-grade red crystal, and the tax revenue is more than 100 times that of the three civilian areas. This is the area that everyone is vying for. However, these areas are only a few, and only the top powerhouses can have the strength to serve.

Zhou Zheng came here, but he came privately.

The appointment of the Ministry of Armament has been handed over to Zhou Zheng, and it has also been sent to the district administrative center, but it is not known to outsiders.

……

Walking in this street, in addition to the green trees on the side of the street that make people feel vibrant, the people who go are in a hurry.

In the new world, the warriors are supreme, and among the ordinary people, except for a few people, they are all at the lowest level of the social structure.

The main job of the people in District 47 is actually to work in the Ministry of Agriculture as a crop worker. It's good to hear, but it's not good, to be a farmer and work with rice fields all day long.

It can ensure the food supply of nearly 10 million people, and the importance of food is naturally the most important place to bury bones. It was the formation of millions of ordinary people who formed the peasant army that ensured the normal operation of the burial ground.

But when it comes to treatment, it's the lowest.

Zhou Zheng walked silently in the streets, and the people he saw were all chronically malnourished, especially some children, who were even more skinny. There are not many shops in the streets, and the purchasing power of the common people is very low, and business is not easy. Over time, fewer and fewer people set up shop here.

On the street, there are only a few shops alone, and there are still many doors.

After turning a corner, Zhou Zheng hesitated, but left the street and entered an alley.

To be honest, Zhou Zheng has never cared about the lives of civilians since he came into this new world. As soon as he came out, he was the son of the chief, and he was already on the top of the pyramid. Then when he arrived in Titan City, the first task was to improve himself, and he was almost buried in hard training.

The same is true when it comes to the place where bones are buried.

If it weren't for the appointment of the district mayor this time, maybe Zhou Zheng wouldn't have paid attention to these.

has just experienced the end of the world, and it is conceivable that under the singing and dancing, there is a cruel fact that cannot be hidden, which is the hardship of the low-level people. They are probably still struggling, living with little hope, how many people are starving, how many are unable to find work......

Maybe the high-ranking warriors can't see this, the star crystal is used as currency to circulate, and the wealth is already in the hands of the warrior.

The warrior has no money, so he can go to the wild to hunt a mutant beast, which is equivalent to making a fortune.

But what about ordinary people? They can only serve the warriors honestly, and if they want to make money, they can only find a job or become a peddler. This kind of specialness began to create among the civilians, and the only one who could stand out was to become a warrior.

The fanatical cultivation aura exists just as well among the common people.

It's just that there are only some of them who can eventually become warriors, and some of them are destined to never become warriors.

……

"Mom, I want meat."

A little girl, only four years old, stood in front of a shop, pointed to a piece of bacon hanging in the window, and said in a milky voice. It may be that long-term malnutrition has left her skinny, her eyes are deeply sunken, and there is hardly a trace of flesh on her face.

The clothes he wore were also made of some rags, which looked weird.

And the mother of this little girl is even more outrageous, completely skeleton-like, dry, and looks a little scary, it looks like a woman of about thirty years old, but at a glance, it looks like she is five or six years old.

I saw her staring at the window greedily, shaking her head and saying, "Yaoyao, that's what only rich people can eat, mother......"

"Why should rich people eat, can't mom go and make money?" Haruka asked.

Tears poured out of this woman's eyes in an instant, she didn't know how to explain this world to Yaoyao, even she couldn't understand this world, let her explain?

Since the arrival of the end times, Yiqiē has completely changed, and it is no longer the familiar world before.

The world has become strange and confusing.

Yaoyao was just the result of her betraying ** under the difficulties of the year, limited by the conditions, and no protective measures at all. At that time, women were simply men's playthings, and more often, for a bite to eat, they could let men fiddle with their ** at will.

Later, with the establishment of the gathering place and the appearance of warriors, the situation improved.

But the sourness and bitterness in it are not something that others can imagine, and it is a miracle for everyone to be able to live to this day.

The reason why Haruka can be born is just that she wants to be alone with her, as for who Haruka's father is, it doesn't matter at all, she just needs to know that this is her daughter, in this world, she is not alone, these are enough.

"Yaoyao, my mother promised you that when you have money, you will definitely buy a lot of meat for Yaoyao." The woman bit her lip strongly, assuring her daughter that only she knew how pale this assurance was.

In this cruel world, it is not easy for ordinary people to make money.

And a woman like her, no man can look up to her at all, and it is also delusional to want to use ** to make money.

But Yaoyao believed it and nodded happily: "Okay, Yaoyao waits." ”

A smile appeared on the woman's pale face.

Beside.

Zhou Zheng stood stunned, he never thought that it would be so difficult for ordinary people to eat a meal of meat. And the life of the people at the bottom, from the moment he walked into the alley, unfolded in front of him bit by bit.

Poverty is the truest portrayal of them, you can never imagine that for them, a better piece of clothing is like a luxury. A meal of meat, some families, may not even be able to eat once a year. The long-term lack of salt and oil has made their health worse and worse, and they can only rely on some vegetables to replenish it.

This is the place where bones are buried, this is the end times, and it is the new world.

The Qiē in the place where the bones are buried all rely on the warriors to loot back from the hands of the poisonous corpses, and the resources are limited, and even less fall into the hands of ordinary people.

Like clothes, there are no garment factories in the land of bones, and there are no raw materials, so they can only rely on plunder.

Not just clothes, like daily necessities, all rely on plunder.

For example, meat can only be hunted by the warriors after the mutant beast, and the meat is transported back to the place where the bones are buried. Generally, some wealthy warriors buy it, and more of it is transported to restaurants and restaurants, and there are very few that can fall into the hands of civilians, and the value is extremely expensive.

Either way, for the common people, it is a luxury.

In the new world, resources are often only available to a few, and many more are still struggling. Warriors and ordinary people are completely people from two worlds, and the establishment of privileges completely separates the two.

Even in the burial of bones, people who died of starvation often appeared.

Like the situation of this pair of sons and mothers, Zhou Zheng can imagine that there are many, many more in the place where the bones are buried.

For these, Zhou Zheng can't change anything.

After being silent for a while, Zhou Zheng walked to this window, took off the hanging bacon, and flicked a white crystal into the boss's hand.

"Live well, the future is definitely not what you see."

Ignoring the stunned mother and son, Zhou Zheng strode away.

(The first update, these two chapters, just want to write something that belongs to the end times, thank you, ask for a monthly pass!) ）