After the two of them finished eating, they left Tangji Restaurant one after another.

Xu Changshou's face felt a little painful, and the knife in his hand was missing.

Where did it go?

He was escorted to a tavern, and even if he was beaten to death, he would not have thought that treating a silly boy like Qin He to a breakfast would cost him eight taels of silver.

Unfortunately, what he eats is noodles. If he eats meat, he will lose all his money.

"Master, how about... I take you back?"

When Qin He saw Xu Changshou looking constipated, he was embarrassed because he didn't stop the car when he took advantage of the immortal power.

"No, you go back and rest. See you later."

Xu Changshou waved his hand quickly, "Good guy, are you sending me back? What if your enthusiastic father lets you have lunch again, how can the old Xu family survive?"

"Then... Sir, please go away. Next time we will eat steamed buns instead. Steamed buns are cheaper."

Xu Changshou staggered at his feet and walked very fast.

…

The canal docks are always bustling in the early morning. Even if the people's livelihood of the Li Dynasty is in decline, it will not affect this golden waterway.

Qin He walked back slowly while stroking his belly. The breakfast gave him another five years of internal energy. Adding the five years from the last time, he had a total of ten years of internal energy.

He was very curious about the level of ten years. He saw a cattle tethering post on the side of the road and secretly slapped it with his inner strength.

"Bang!"

The gravel flew away, and the stone pile as thick as a thigh was broken into seven or eight pieces.

Qin He was startled, looked around, covered his face and ran away.

The owner of the cattle shop ran out when he heard the sound and didn't know what was going on. He looked left and right and found that the stakes where the cattle were tied were broken into a pile of stones. He yelled angrily, "Who did this? It's so immoral and smoking!"

…

The crematorium during the day is far less lively than at night.

There was only one gatekeeper left among the officials. Most of the cremators had gone back to their rooms to sleep and recuperate after breakfast. Outsiders would not come to this unlucky place, and they did not raise poultry and livestock, so the crematorium seemed particularly quiet during the day.

.

Three or five cremators were leaning against the wall lazily drying out lice.

Qin He, who had gained ten years of strength, did not feel tired at all, so he walked over and leaned against the wall together.

When they saw Qin He, they finally felt a little angry.

Because some of them saw Xu Changshou leading Qin He into Tangji Restaurant in the morning.

Fifteen cents a day's food was barely enough for the cremators to eat, and they couldn't even imagine going to a place like Tang Kee Restaurant.

"Qin Wazi, did Xu Changshou treat you to a drink?" The speaker was Lao Liangtou, a skinny man who was the oldest of the corpse cremators. He had been coming to the crematorium for some time, and when they talked about wine, the two of them

Eyes shine.

"I didn't drink." Qin He shook his head sincerely.

"If you don't drink wine in a restaurant, what can you eat?"

Lao Liangtou looked a little disappointed. It seemed that as long as Qin He drank wine, he would be satisfied.

“Shredded Pork Noodles.”

"What a pity, ouch." Lao Liangtou shook his head and lay down again.

"What's so good about wine is meat." Corpse cremator Liu Sanjin came over and asked with a smile, "Qin Wazi, what kind of meat did you eat?"

Qin He was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "I ate too quickly and didn't take a closer look."

"Hey, it's such a waste to eat meat without even looking at it." Liu Sanjin looked regretful.

"It's in your stomach, don't waste it." Qin He patted his belly and grinned.

He really couldn't taste the meat. The ingredients in this time and space were very different from the time and space from which they came.

Not to mention the meat, even the noodles don’t taste the same.

"Qin Wazi, didn't you get five taels of silver last time? Why don't you leave this damn place?" The corpse cremator who spoke last was named Li Laizi. One of his legs was lame for some unknown reason, and he walked unsteadily.

Difficult.

"Yes, you will die sooner or later if you stay here. If you go out and try your luck, you might still have a way to survive." Liu Sanjin agreed.

Qin He smiled and said nothing.

The current crematorium is a treasured place for him. How can he leave it?

I won’t change it even if I’m given a dragon chair.

"In this world, human life is like grass. There is no way to survive. They are all short-lived ghosts. They die early and are born early." Lao Liang raised his head and changed his posture, and whispered softly: "If I had known better, I would have died in my hometown, and I would have been able to survive."

A fallen leaf has returned to its roots, and now it is well, but one day it will be a lonely ghost when it dies."

Several cremators looked at Lao Liangtou and were speechless.

They were all refugees from far away places. They had to live in a foreign land just to find a way to survive. When they arrived, they were just waiting to die.

Qin He raised his head and looked at the sky. It had not rained in the capital for half a year. The sun was shining brightly every day, and the vast north was filled with chills.

There is no shortage of water in the canal, but the increasing number of refugees indicates that the world is becoming more and more difficult. Government servants push carts through the streets early every morning, lifting out emaciated corpses one after another from the corners.

When the cart is full, they will be towed to the mass grave for burial.

Although Qin He has never experienced fleeing from famine, his predecessor still retains the tragic memory of fleeing from famine.

The large Qin family of more than 300 people migrated from western Shanxi. When they encountered officers and soldiers on the way, more than half of them died. When they encountered rebels, another half died. When they encountered bandits, another half died. Then they died of starvation, thirst, and exhaustion on the way.

, was killed and eaten to death... In the end, he was the only one left in the capital.

"Well, if you are rich, you must have a good meal of meat. It will be worth dying the next day if you are full." After a long time, Liu Sanjin muttered.

"Wine is the essence of food. If you eat meat without wine, you will be lonely." Lao Liangtou retorted.

"You old drunkard, if you can, just imitate Li Laizi and save some coins to buy wine, but you don't have the guts."

"If you lose your life with money, you are courting death."

"..."

The two bickered again.

Qin He looked at Li Laizi, saying that saving copper coins for the crematorium was a "very bold" thing.

People are humble and hard-working, but for the cremator, money is an ominous thing that destroys one's destiny.

They are born poor and destined to be poor. They cannot bear wealth and will die if they get rich.

Therefore, all the fifteen copper coins received by the corpse cremators every day will be used in exchange for food, without leaving a penny, for fear that the money will damage the life and be thrown away by the corpse.

Qin He had always followed this rule before and spent all his fifteen cents a day. He was a little curious about what Liu Laizi wanted to do with his courage to save copper coins.

"Hey, I just think that my life has been in vain if I have never tasted the taste of a woman until my death. I asked around, and you can do it for fifty cents at the entrance of the old alley. I save five cents a day.

Ten days is enough."

Li Zizi rubbed his hands unnaturally, his face turned red, and he chuckled.

"How many days are left?" Qin He asked.

Li Laizi raised a hand and said, "Five days."

"Soon."

Qin He nodded.

At this moment, Li Laizi's face shone with the brilliance of someone who would fight tooth and nail for the continuation of the human species, as pure as a Virgin.

At the entrance of the old alley, fifty cents.

Qin He silently remembered it in his heart.

…

Spent a lazy day.

As darkness approached, the corpses to be burned were brought into the crematorium.

The officials distributed the corpses, closed the doors and locked them one by one, and started working.

The corpse assigned to Qin He was brought into the room by Xu Changshou.

Xu Changshou looked a little serious, "Be careful tonight, burn this body, and I will give you a free day tomorrow."

Qin He felt a slight suddenness in his heart. These words foreshadowed that the corpse was ominous.

This is also the rule of the crematorium. If you encounter some more dangerous corpses, if they are burned successfully, you will have a "bye" day the next day.

In the past, Ma Tuzi usually had a bye every ten days and a half.

As soon as Ma Tuzi died, he found himself here.

Xu Changshou didn't say much, left the body behind, locked the door and left.

Qin He took a breath and slowly opened the shroud, his hands involuntarily shaking.
Chapter completed!