In the southern outskirts of the Wuheng Clan's Capital City, there's a large slum where one to two million impoverished people are gathered.
In a simple house, there are over a dozen people, mostly women, the elderly, and children, having dinner.
The dinner is very basic, just a pot of porridge with some wild vegetables, some coarse grain cakes, and a small dish of meat.
A middle-aged woman presides over the dinner, distributing the meat from the dish to four children and two elderly people, while the others can only have porridge and coarse grain cakes.
The dinner is devoid of any joy or excitement, and is very oppressive.
Compared to their once extravagant and prosperous life, their current existence is indeed bitter.
To put it vividly, even the pets they used to keep lived a hundred or a thousand times better than now.
"Mom, I want some meat."
A child finished the few pieces of meat in his bowl, licked his lips, and looked at his mother.
