My blind date paper figure rejected me because I was poor, so my dad angrily burned ten trillion.

Huangquan Road, Taipingwu Residential Area.

In the coffin house, No. 101, Building 18.

Zhang Chen sat on the edge of the bed, staring longingly at the small stool, hoping for the food to arrive.

The house has an area of ​​four square meters.

It can only fit a single wooden bed.

It was called a bed, but it was actually a makeshift dwelling made of four bricks and a coffin board.

In the cramped coffin room, besides the plank bed, there was only a small stool.

"Today is the Cold Clothes Festival, shouldn't we burn some offerings?"

"It's one thing to not burn the clothes, but at least some money should be burned!"

"Fine, if we can't burn money, we can at least burn some food!"

"It's already midnight, I'm starving, I can't wait to eat anything, even something that smells good..."

"Damn, I'm going to starve to death..."

It was almost lunchtime, but there was still nothing on the little stool.

Zhang Chen was completely numb.

Damn it, there isn't one?

He made a sarcastic remark about his own father.

He dared not stay any longer.

He quickly got up, straightened his wrinkled, tattered suit that he had worn for a whole year, and hurried out the door and downstairs.

The time for the Taipingwu Neighborhood Committee to receive relief offerings is approaching.

If I don't go now, I'm afraid I won't be able to get one.

He kicked the door open and left.

He was too lazy to even close the door.

This is a bare coffin-like house.

Who the hell stole it?

We arrived in the corridor.

It stretches as far as the eye can see.

Both sides are identical coffin houses.

All of them are four square meters.

There must be a hundred households on each floor.

There are eighteen floors in total.

The entire residential complex also has eighteen identical buildings.

Taipingwu Community.

It is one of the top 100 model relief communities designated by the Huangquan District Government.

There are a total of eighteen buildings.

Each building has eighteen floors, and each floor can accommodate one hundred people.

It can accommodate a total of 32,400 households.

It's already full.

Zhang Chen lives in room number one on the first floor.

The location is superb.

This is not.

He just came out at the perfect moment.

The entire floor has a hundred rooms, and almost instantly all the doors opened.

All sorts of people, young and old, came out in a rush.

"Hurry and grab some incense!"

"You won't be able to get one if you wait any longer!"

"I haven't eaten for days!"

"Hey, don't push me!"

"Brother, please take it all, I don't eat much, I'll only eat half a piece~"

"Holy crap, you're sixty years old, and you still want to eat up the family fortune?"

"Hey, don't let my age fool you, I'm still a young woman at heart~"

"Damn it, my clothes! You're supposed to replace my clothes? I've only had this one piece of clothing for three years!"

"Go to hell, let your mom cook for you!"

……

Noise.

Shouts and curses.

The sounds of fighting filled the air.

After a year, Zhang Chen had gotten used to it.

After leaving the house, I ran straight to the stairwell, moving incredibly fast.

As for why there is no elevator?

Just kidding, what's a coffin house?

Why would a dead person take an elevator?

"What the hell is going on?!"

Zhang Chen cursed inwardly.

They're all dead, why can't they find peace?

I was exhausted while I was alive.

Even after someone dies, they still have to fight for food?

That's right.

He was actually already dead.

This world is a dead world.

hell?

Not like.

After all, there are no eighteen levels of hell.

There is no road to the underworld, nor is there Meng Po soup.

But not hell?

It doesn't seem like it either.

Because here, food is cooked by living people from another world.

There is also a wealth gap here.

There are also beggars and people at the bottom of society.

The tycoon from his past life died here.

If no one remembers burning money, clothes, or blankets.

They too would end up starving ghosts who couldn't even get enough to eat.

As long as your loved ones in the living world remember you.

They often burn paper money, clothes, blankets, and paper effigies of women for you...

Then you'll be able to live a very successful life.

But damn it...

Who can guarantee that someone will always burn money for them?

and so.

These poor people... no, they're more and more destitute.

Even the neighborhood committee's incense offerings have become tight lately.

After a year of torment.

Zhang Chen's speed is now at a level of perfection.

Plus, he was only twenty when he died, in the prime of his life, so he was incredibly energetic when he ran.

This is not.

That old man who left early is a poor wretch.

With all his might, he ran shakily downstairs.

The next moment, with a "whoosh," Zhang Chen overtook him.

"Hey, hey, someone's bullying an old person! Help!"

The old man kept shouting anxiously.

But who cares about him?

The next moment, he was overwhelmed by the surging crowd.

Zhang Chen was too lazy to bother with this nonsense.

He rushed out the door.

From a distance, hundreds of long lines could be seen heading straight for the neighborhood committee's canteen.

It gives viewers goosebumps.

Zhang Chen didn't dare to delay and ran like the wind.

Ultimately, thanks to his strong stamina and advantageous location, he was the first to rush to the cafeteria.

"Auntie, please accept my incense offering for this month~"

Upon entering the cafeteria, Zhang Chen headed straight for the window.

The fat, big-eared cafeteria lady behind the window gave a disdainful glance, casually handed over a stick of incense, and pointed to the time clock next to her, "Press your fingerprint!"

"Okay~"

Without wasting any words, Zhang Chen pressed his thumb, and the identity verification was completed.

The number of incense offerings this month has increased by 1!

He turned and headed outside.

A crowd poured in from outside.

In an instant, the cafeteria almost collapsed from the crowd.

"What are you doing? Rebellion?"

With a furious shout, the cafeteria lady pointed a metal spoon at the man, whose fat, big-eared head instantly transformed into a ferocious, blue-faced monster with fangs, looking as menacing as a ghost.

The poor ghost who was receiving incense offerings was instantly terrified and trembled with fear.

They dared not push forward any further.

no way.

I came out of the cafeteria.

He broke off one of the twenty-five incense sticks, held it up, and eagerly put it to his nose, taking a deep sniff.

In an instant, the incense stick ignited and then burned rapidly downwards.

In just three seconds, the entire incense stick turned into a wisp of white smoke, which he inhaled completely.

Immediately, a feeling of fullness washed over me.

But when he opened his eyes, he immediately cursed, "Damn it, it shrank again?"

In the past, one stick of incense could last for three meals if you were careful with it.

If you use incense sparingly, one stick of incense can last for a month.

Now, it's gone in one meal.

It's shrunk by two-thirds.

Isn't this going to kill people?

"I can't take it anymore, I have to go out and find a job!"

He tightened his grip on the eighteen yuan and eighty cents he had left in his pocket.

A strong sense of crisis filled my entire body.

Since I died a year ago, my parents burned 10,000 yuan, and now they only have 18.8 yuan left.

Even the clothes my parents burned were sold for money.

That's far from enough.

Even in this world of the dead, money flows like water.

Look up at the sky.

It was hazy and gray, like smog.

But there is no sun here, so there is no daytime.

But in the distant city, the lights were on.

Under the neon lights, a world of extravagance and debauchery prevails.

The man was dressed in a suit and tie, adorned with gold and silver.

The woman was alluring, with fiery red lips.

While I was lost in thought.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the distant, hazy sky, as dazzling as fireworks, followed by a huge, castle-like villa descending from the sky.

With a loud "boom," it landed in the distant villa area.

"Holy crap, someone burned down a villa!"

"Damn it, why isn't anyone burning any for me?"

"Ah, there's so much more~"

"I'm so envious, so envious~"

……

A large group of poor people stared into the distance.

Suddenly, paper villas of different styles and shapes appeared out of thin air, fell down, and transformed into real villas, taking root on the earth.

Just then, a poor man in the crowd suddenly burst into a crazy laugh.

"I'm rich now! My dad burned ten million for me! Haha, I don't have to live in a coffin house anymore! Haha..."

The poor wretch laughed so hard he started dancing on the spot.

The next moment, a dozen or so poor women, some attractive and some not, rushed forward.

"Brother Li, book me!"

"Big brother, I'm still very young, and I don't eat much~"

"Brother, brother, I was a high school student when I was alive~"

……