Is the beginning of a catastrophe? The little farm cook is raising a family with a full warehouse.

A tall middle-aged man who suffered from Shen Linfeng's heavy taxes and levies on a daily basis. The only savings in his family were completely taken away, and his life was miserable.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot with anger. He roared and rushed forward, grabbed Shen Linfeng's collar, and lifted him up high with brute force. The veins on his neck bulged, and he roared: "You dog city lord, you usually exploit us, but you dare to disrespect the goddess!"

Before he finished speaking, he swung his fist as big as a casserole, wrapped in endless anger, and smashed it hard at Shen Linfeng's face.

The first punch landed, and Shen Linfeng's head was knocked to one side. A warm liquid instantly gushed out of his nose, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. He widened his eyes in fear and anger, and tried to struggle, but the middle-aged man held him firmly, unable to move at all.

The second and third punches followed immediately, and each punch made his head shake from side to side, stars appeared in front of his eyes, his cheeks swelled up quickly, and his originally handsome face became distorted.

He was yelling incoherently, "You lowly people, how dare you...how dare you attack me? I'm the city lord, and you all must die!"

A thin old man next to him, although frail in stature, burst out with amazing strength at this moment.

He picked up a thick branch from the ground, stumbled towards Shen Linfeng, crying, "Give me back my son's life! You sent my son to do hard labor and he was exhausted to death. Today I want you to pay with your life!" The branch hit Shen Linfeng with a whistling sound, making a "pa pa" sound.

Shen Linfeng felt pain and instinctively curled up his body, trying to avoid the rain of beatings. He protected his head with his arms and cursed loudly: "Old thing, you dare! When I get away, I will cut you into pieces!" But the old man seemed to hear nothing and continued to wave the branch again and again.

A young man kicked Shen Linfeng in the waist with great force. Shen Linfeng suddenly felt a sharp pain from his waist, as if he was hit by a sledgehammer. He couldn't help but groan, and his body fell forward uncontrollably, staggering and almost falling.

Before he could stand firmly, another young man seized the opportunity and kicked him in the knee. This kick made Shen Linfeng's legs lose strength instantly, and he fell heavily to his knees with a "thump".

"what--"

Shen Linfeng screamed in pain and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hurry up! Suppress these rioters!"

As he shouted, he looked around, hoping that his masters, who were usually kept in the dark, would appear quickly and catch all the people who dared to offend him.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, none of his subordinates who usually obeyed his orders came forward to rescue him at this moment. It was as if they had suddenly evaporated from the face of the earth and disappeared without a trace. Shen Linfeng felt a strong sense of unease in his heart.

The anger was like a flood that broke through a dam, surging and unstoppable. The people shouted and pushed, their angry faces distorted by long-accumulated resentment.

Cheng Yuntao stood aside, her expression calm as water, and did not say anything to stop them, because she knew that this was the moment for the people to fight for their dignity and right to survive, and no one could stop them.

As time passed, the crowd gradually dispersed. Shen Linfeng collapsed to the ground, covered in dirt and dust, and had long since passed away. The once powerful and domineering mayor of Junhua City was now like a dead dog, ignored by everyone.

He could still withstand the anger of one person, but he could not bear the anger of ten thousand people.

Shen Linfeng used all his efforts and tricks to climb to the position of city lord, but since becoming the city lord, he has only cared about pleasure, spending his days in debauchery, turning a blind eye to the suffering of the people, wantonly plundering the people's wealth, increasing taxes, and making the people struggle in dire straits.

Contradictions have accumulated over time, like a volcano that continues to build up, and today's eruption is only a matter of time.

Even if there was no carefully planned "appearance of the immortal", in the near future, there would definitely be people who were oppressed to the extreme who would rise up in resistance and pull him down from that high position.

Zhou Qingxiong finally pushed through the crowd and squeezed to Shen Linfeng's side.

When he saw Shen Linfeng's dirty and lifeless appearance, his first reaction surprised even himself.

He had originally thought he would be heartbroken, terrified by the loss of his support, but at that moment, he felt only an unprecedented sense of relief, as if a huge rock that had been weighing on his heart had suddenly been removed, allowing him to breathe freely.

Zhou Qingxiong had been trembling with fear beside Shen Linfeng, always worried that his words and actions would anger the city lord. Now that Shen Linfeng is dead, he no longer has to live in this fear.

No one ever wants to kneel if they can stand.

Shen Linfeng's death caused a great shock to the people at the scene. Many people came to their senses and were a little panicked. After all, they were just ordinary people. They just wanted to vent their anger, but they didn't expect to cause the current situation.

Murmurs began to rise from the crowd, and someone whispered, "We...we killed the city lord. What should we do now? Will the soldiers come to arrest us?"

The feeling of fear spread among the crowd at an alarming rate like a rapidly spreading infectious disease. Everyone's eyes were filled with panic and their bodies trembled slightly involuntarily.

At this moment, Cheng Yuntao raised her jade hand slightly, signaling everyone to be quiet.

The people's eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and they all focused on her. The originally noisy and chaotic sounds gradually disappeared and returned to silence. Everyone held their breath and waited for her to speak.

"Fellow villagers, don't panic. This man's fate today is a disaster destined by fate. It is the punishment he deserves."

"God is just and will not vent his anger on the innocent. Your resistance today is to fight for yourselves, your families, and the lives of the people of this city. It is a just act that conforms to the laws of nature. There is no need to worry about disaster."

The people looked at each other, and the fear and confusion in their eyes gradually faded away.

The sun rose higher and higher, and the sunlight shone equally on everyone. The people raised their heads and looked at the sky tacitly. The old man's hunched back gradually stretched out in the warm sun, and the baby in the peasant woman's arms suddenly stopped crying.

People looked at the gradually melting snow line climbing up the distant mountains. The sparks dancing in their eyes were brighter than the sun. The frozen years finally cracked the first crack, and the long and bitter night finally saw the glimmer of dawn.

This cold and long winter seems to be coming to an end...