The city Lord of the barren capital had probably gone crazy.
The Deputy city Lord had built a side hall for the hall of salvation, as well as a Zen temple for visitors to rest in.
The richest man had donated two side halls to the hall of salvation, directly expanding the scale of the temple.
All the officials under him, big and small, had paid a hundred and eighty taels of incense money.
Only the city Lord was miserly.
It was said that because of this, his reputation of being stingy had spread.
Yang pinfeng rushed into the mansion, sweating profusely and his face red with anger. His eyes were red.
"Father, mother, call father out. Did he still want his face? He's completely disgraced me among my classmates." As soon as yang Feng rushed into the room, he yelled at Madam Zheng.
