Chief don't slap in the face

"What are you going to do?"

Seeing a group of strangers coming to the door, the owner of the house was puzzled.

"I want to buy this house!"

Xia Ye didn't beat around the bush.

"what?"

The owner of the house was taken aback, then refused: "I won't sell it!"

"Look at your clothes, furniture, and your life is not rich. You are just an ordinary civilian. Let's make a price!"

Xia Ye sat down straight away, groping for a chair, the furniture in this room hadn't been replaced yet, which reminded him of the past.

"Thirty thousand dollars!"

The owner of the house quoted a price as soon as he opened his mouth. He lost a lot of money in his small business recently, and he really needed a lot of money to turn around.

"it is good!"

"what?"

Hearing Xia Ye's happy agreement, the owner of the house regretted not asking a high price, but he was thick-skinned enough, so he opened his mouth and said, "[-] knives is just a down payment, and the full amount is [-] knives!"

"The one standing next to you is Master Xia Zhitang!"

Xia Ye sneered: "Are you going to renege on your promises in front of the Great Prophet's beloved son?"

"what?"

The owner of the house jumped up in fright, and looked at Xia Zhitang in fear.

"[-] knives, take the flash man, or be careful that you won't get a single knives!"

Xia Zhitang snorted coldly.

With this young master as the middleman, he signed and drew his handprints, and the deal was completed in 10 minutes. In order to let this guy leave quickly, Xia Ye gave another [-] knives and bought everything in the house.

Anyway, this little money is a drop in the bucket for Xia Ye.

"I remembered, are you Xia Lingyue? Xia Wu'an's daughter?"

When the owner of the house was about to leave, he suddenly remembered, and looked at Xia Lingyue in astonishment: "Didn't you move to the slums?"

"Tsk tsk!"

The owner of the house thought that once Xia Wu'an died, the Xia family would be finished. It's only been a few years, but they didn't expect to turn over so soon!

Xia Ye originally wanted to go to the refugee area to see if there were any talents and recruit some refugees, but Xia Lingyue sat alone in the room in a daze with tears, and he was embarrassed to leave, so he could only accompany him.

"Don't worry, this house is just the beginning, we will get back what we lost!"

Xia Ye comforted.

"Ok!"

Xia Lingyue hugged her younger brother, she needs a shoulder to lean on now.

I heard that there was a problem with one of the main lines of the power grid, which affected a wide range. It was repaired from 8 o'clock last night until the afternoon!This is the bad thing about desktop computers. If the battery is out, you can’t get your manuscripts out. Even if you want to go to an Internet cafe to write, you can’t write!And about the plot, don't worry, there will be no depressing plots!

Chapter 249

After offending Xia Xiang, Xia Ye has changed his mind, and will not let Xia Lingyue stay in the tribe anymore. Buying this former residence is just to satisfy his sister's wish for many years.

After resting for a day, Xia Ye went to the refugee area the next day.

The refugee area is one mile away from the Xia clan. As the name suggests, it is a living area where refugees of all ethnic groups gather.

Among these people, some are unwilling to join the Xia Clan, and some of them are too poor to be accepted by the Xia Clan. In order to survive, they can only settle down here.

People who are not from the tribe, the patriarch naturally does not allow the refugees to live in the inner city out of safety considerations.

"It stinks!"

As soon as he stepped into the refugee area, Song Guo pinched his nose, an indescribable stench permeated the air, and all kinds of dirty and disorderly things caught the eye.

Here are all shacks built randomly with thatch and branches. There is no plan at all, not to mention excrement and urine. People who are a little conscious know to go outside the refugee area to solve it. Those who are not conscious will defecate anywhere.

The people who live here are quite poor in energy and spirit, and they are all disheveled.

"There are still taxes in this place?"

Ghost Lord was stunned, he saw a team of tax collectors asking for money from door to door.

"some!"

Xia Ye's face was embarrassed, and Xia's eating was too ugly.

The refugees also have no choice, the wild is too dangerous, and all kinds of ferocious beasts are rampant. Only by attaching themselves to the city wall can they be safe, and not everyone can hunt, like those women and children who died of men, they can only be found when they enter the city. A job for a living.

"My son has been sick for a few days recently, and all the money has been spent on medicine. Please, give me a few days of grace?"

A woman knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the tax collector.

"I've seen a lot of people like you. In a few days, I'll still use this same rhetoric!"

The tax officer kicked the woman away, impatiently, and shouted at his subordinates: "Drive her away, tear down the shack!"

This is to make an example to the monkeys, otherwise there will be more tax arrears in the future.

The servants acted very roughly. After entering the shack and throwing out the sick and half-dead child, they pushed down the shack.

If it weren't for the fear of causing a fire, it would be burned down.

The refugees living nearby all watched this scene with numb expressions.

"Too cold-blooded!"

Song Guo complained, rushed over, took out a knife and coin and threw it at the tax official: "Is this enough?"

"Where did you come from, you son of a bitch?"

Seeing a little girl in bear skin humiliating himself, the tax officer was annoyed, and just about to lose his temper, he saw Xia Ye and his party walking over.

"Humph!"

The tax officer was in contact with the low-level people, and his eyesight was not bad. When he saw a person like Xia Ye, he couldn't afford to provoke him, so he picked up the knife and coin, and prepared to leave.