C87

Hunger was eased, the victims were no longer wandering the streets, and there was a place of rest.

The newly appointed Zhixian in JinZhou City was said to be a young man from the Imperial Court. His surname was Zhang. However, when he had just taken over, he had taken over the once wealthy Jiang manor and openly wrote the name "Zhang family" on it.

One could imagine that the people's hopes of the wise were about to be extinguished. Although all of the treasures in the Jiang manor had been taken away, and not many were left, the Jiang manor's area in the Zhou city was not small either. If they used it well, they could become another Jiang manor in the future.

Therefore, the people's hatred towards their superiors was vented to the former head of the Jiang manor, Jiang Yu. Of course, these were only a few people. Too many of them just ignored the curling up in the corner, and there were even some women who felt sorry for him as he threw a few buns in front of him. It was just food that came in vain.

Today, Jiang Feng had been thrown out of the Jiang manor by the Zhang servants. No, it should be the Zhang manor. It was a pity that Jiang Yu, who failed in his calculations, had ruined himself.

He stood up shakily from the ground with cloudy eyes. Looking at the strangely familiar courtyard, he could not remember where he was, and could only curse at the person who threw out his own money, "Money, my money is still inside, this is mine."

It was just a few loud words. Seeing that the door was locked, the people inside did not react to his words and shouted until their voices were hoarse. Only then did he give up. It was as if nothing had happened. He was just Jiang. He once again foolishly laughed a few times before walking towards the direction of the market. From afar, he could still hear the hoarse laughter. It was not cold and horrifying, but at the same time it made people feel like he was an absolute fool.

"F * ck off, this isn't a place for a great benefactor like you to stay. Go back to your Jiang manor, hahaha!" A beggar with tousled hair crawled up from the ground, shouted at Jiang Yu who had just come from afar, and even gave him a sarcastic laugh at the end.

Jiang Yu saw that there was a large open space here, and there were quite a few things that could be bought nearby. His stomach growled twice, and he stared at other people's shops, and then he walked towards that open space. He even swallowed his saliva in an impressive manner, the sound was so loud that it could be heard from two zhang away.

After being kicked, Jiang Yu was just smiling foolishly at the person carrying him, but he did not reply because the blood that had dripped onto the corner of the table was already dried up, and the sword wound that he had gotten from Bu Yuntian's stabbing had already started to fester, and Jiang Yu's body was burning hot, so he did not know, or maybe it was because of that, his brain had been damaged.

"Hiss!" When he was brought to the wound on his chest, he stopped laughing foolishly. The corner of his mouth was slightly pressed down. He wanted to struggle and stand up, but he was no match for the three people in front of him. Even if the 3 in front of him were weaker, Jiang Feng would still be beaten to the point where he wouldn't be able to fight back at all.

Just like this, the originally spacious area was slowly filled with people. As the people on the streets stopped to take a look at this heartless and rich Jiang, some people began to scold him, "Where did these kind people come from? I'm afraid that they want to take the imperial government's money as collateral for our lives."