Number Six is ​​also dead.

Including No. 9, two cremators died at the crematorium last night.

No. 9 screamed when he died, so he was discovered immediately.

No. 6 died silently. It wasn't until he opened the door that he found his headless body lying on the ground, with blood flowing all over the floor.

The transformed zombie that was supposed to be reduced to ashes broke through the roof and escaped, disappearing without a trace, including No. 6's head.

The smoky faces of the sixteen surviving corpse cremators showed no expression, be it fear, happiness or anything else.

No one said anything. Being a corpse burner was a lowly job where you had to trade your life for steamed buns. The status and situation were not even as good as those of Ye Xiangfu in the city. Most of them were refugees.

What refugees see most are corpses.

Already numb.

Not long after, three factory employees wearing flying fish suits came to crematorium No. 6 to track down the escaping transformed corpse.

But this has nothing to do with corpse burners like Qin He.

Regardless of whether the escaped corpse is caught or not, they will never return to the crematorium.

Including the mutated zombies captured by the duty officer in Room 9, they will also be sent to other places for processing.

The cremators lined up to hand over the ashes, and each received fifteen copper coins, which was a day's meal.

If the ashes are owned, the family will take them away; if there is no owner, the ashes will be dumped into the canal.

No one knows the identity of the scholar except Qin He, so naturally no one will claim it. Qin He thought for a while and said to the officer on duty: "My lord, can you give this bucket of ashes to me for disposal?"

Xu Changshou glanced at Qin He strangely and waved his hand impatiently in agreement.

He didn't care what Qin He wanted the useless bucket of ashes for, since it was ownerless and he was feeling depressed.

Two cremators died last night, and a transformed corpse escaped.

You can recruit the corpse cremator after he dies, but if the transformed corpse causes any big trouble, the crematorium will definitely suffer.

A mutated corpse escaped half a year ago and attacked a caravan the next night. Thirteen people in the entire caravan were not alive. It would be fine if they were ordinary merchants, but it happened to be the caravan of the King of Wei that was attacked.

Who is the King of Wei? Dali is nine thousand years old now. He has more than ten thousand people in the palace and court. He is the most important right-hand man of the emperor.

No one knows how angry King Wei was. Anyway, he was beaten down and half of the Dongcheng Army and Horse Department was beaten from top to bottom. The four officials on duty were thrown into the imperial prison and were never heard from again.

The reason why he could go to the crematorium to get this job was because of something that happened.

Who would have thought that only half a year later, the same thing would happen to me while I was on duty.

"But please don't let anything happen." Xu Changshou prayed secretly.

…

Qin He carried the scholar's ashes and walked all the way out of the city. When he came to a remote place, he dug a hole and buried the ashes.

A branch was peeled off and used as a tombstone, and the words were engraved on it: Tomb of Liu Chengji, a scholar in Longchuan.

Since he drowned in the water, his ashes should not be put into the water again.

Scribblingly, the dignified son of the county magistrate was buried like this.

Buried together were his wealth of knowledge, his love and hatred, and his titles on the gold medal list.

There is one person missing in the world, but it seems that nothing is missing.

…

Back near the crematorium, the sun has risen.

The water transport terminal, which had been silent all night, became lively.

The Grand Canal winds from the horizon, connecting the heart of the Li Dynasty to the prosperous land of fish and rice in the south. It is loaded with food, military pay, taxes, silk, cotton, porcelain, coal, wood and countless guests.

The goods went north, supporting the shaky rule of the Li Dynasty in the north.

Lifting his feet like moving ants, he unloaded and loaded the goods one by one.

They shouted commands and stepped on the bouncing bridge timbers. Their waists were bent under the weight of the cargo, but they still walked as fast as flying and as if they were walking on flat ground.

Countless merchants were bargaining on the shore, and it was very lively.

A group of refugees rushed outside the foot shop to wait for selection, hoping to sell their strength in exchange for a stutter. The little foot boy covered his nose with his head in disgust, pointing at the two hundred kilogram stone lock next to him and said: "Lift the stone lock and you can keep it."

Come down, if you can’t lift it, leave quickly.”

The refugees looked at the stone lock and shook their heads. They were so skinny that they had no strength to lift the two hundred kilogram stone lock.

Someone refused to give up and was immediately beaten severely. There were four or five thugs standing behind the head.

Seeing this, the refugees had no choice but to leave one after another.

"A bunch of firewood, no one can do anything, bah." The little boy spit on his head, turned around and was about to leave, when a voice sounded: "I'll try."

Turning around, I saw a young man about twenty years old, wearing coarse linen clothes, standing next to the stone lock at some point. He bent down and raised the stone lock above his head with a "whoosh" sound.

Xiao Baotou's eyes lit up, and finally something important came to him.

Yesterday, a bridge log was overturned while unloading, and two workers were killed. We are currently short of manpower.

"Not bad, let's stay."

"How much is the salary?" the young man asked.

"Five cents a day, thin in the morning and dry at noon."

"Too little, I won't do it."

"It's still too little, so I didn't bother to ask around. Two meals a day and five cents are paid. Who else is there besides me? How much do you want?"

"Fifteen articles."

The young man grinned, and before the astonished young man could react, he dropped the stone lock and ran away.

He was so angry that he jumped behind him and yelled.

…

Qin He was very satisfied with his changes.

If I had had this strength before, I wouldn't have become a cremator.

But now, even if it's for an official, he won't move.

I spent all my fifteen cents and brought back eight steamed buns and two sesame seed cakes from the morning market stall.

As for the taste, let's not mention the taste. The mixed-noodle steamed buns are dark and hard, and there are actually some wheat bran, rice bark, bark and grass roots inside. They taste bitter. The sesame cakes are similar, but with a little salt added.

But fortunately, I can eat enough.

I went back to the crematorium and slept for a day. After eating the remaining steamed buns at night, with the sound of a gong, the officer on duty distributed the corpses, closed the door and locked it, and the cremators began their day's work.

What was given to Qin He was a corpse that had died violently. The heart had been stabbed through, the arms had been cut off, and it was covered in mud.

There are three hot characters on the chest: Sanjiang Gang

Apparently, he must have been a thug from the Cao Gang. After his death, he crawled out of the ground out of resentment or obsession.

The Grand Canal is the golden waterway for money, grain and goods in the world. The entire Li Dynasty was eyeing the financial profits brought by water transportation, forming cliques and factions, and officials and societies were rampant, each with its own minions and power.

The foot gang, the cauldron gang, the chariot and horse gang, and the tooth gang each have their own territories and are kings, and fights are commonplace.

In the beginning, it is often about what you are looking at and what you are doing, and then they start to squabble, and gradually escalate, and finally it turns into two gangs collectively fighting each other. The government officials either don't come, but when they come, they just mix in the crowd and watch the show. If they can't protect everyone, they can still

He took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket.

Ouch, this knife is awesome!

Alas, alas, it’s not a man to kick someone down there!

Who is that? Use your strength!

After all these things, when they are satisfied with their eyesight, they will go and collect a corpse. The matter is over, and they will continue in two days.

After checking that there were no other problems, Qin He put on linen clothes and mourning cloth, got some water, and started washing the body.

The corpse cremator has the rules of the corpse cremator. Before burning the corpse, he must wear sackcloth and wear mourning. He must clean the corpse. If it is incomplete, he must find something to replace it and say: Don't worry about your journey. You will be reborn in bliss and wealth, and the three fires will be pure.

Don't blame yourself, lest the insects harm you. The craftsman wears linen and cloth to help you change your clothes for the journey. Lie down on the Sanqing platform and don't let the time pass.

What they mean is that I have put on my clothes and put on my mourning to purify your body. Just do your best and don’t harm me. If you harm me, you will miss the time of reincarnation, and your blissful rebirth will be gone.

I don’t know if it’s useful or not, but that’s the rule anyway.

Qin He first washed the body, then used needle and thread to sew up the front and back holes and the arms. After dressing neatly, he transferred the body to the crematorium.

The kerosene ignited the coal pile, and then blew in the air, and soon it was burning brightly.
Chapter completed!