As the old saying goes, if you often walk by the river, your shoes will never get wet.

Zhao Qing kept testing on the verge of death, and finally encountered a "ghost" threatening his life on the road at night.

Who is this "ghost"?

As we said before, there was a subordinate gang in the Dongcheng Army and Horse Division, which was the gang that secretly brought Xu Changshou to the Dongcheng Corpse Cremation Station as "insurance".

Since ancient times, there has been an iron-clad subordinate staff and a smooth official.

Although subordinate officials have no rank or title, they are passed down from father to son, and generations of people have been entrenched in the same land to operate. The trees are big and have deep roots. If the officials come, they will not be given a little face, and the officials will not be able to continue.

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That's how awesome it is.

This "ghost" is the steward of the subordinate staff, called Master Cao. In the Dongcheng Military and Horse Division, apart from the current official Liu Wentong and Mr. Liu, Master Cao is the most effective in speaking and is known as the "Second Master".

And this matter was not committed in Master Cao’s residence.

If Zhao Qing can get the job of "wen rip-off", he must have bright eyes and sharp ears. He knows which companies he can knock on and which ones he can't, and how much he can knock on. Otherwise, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

If it were at Master Cao's residence, it would be to wish Master Cao ten times that you would reward me. Even if you give me a copper plate at home, I would pay for it and I would not dare to ask for more.

Hey, what do you think is going on?

To make a long story short, this is Master Cao. When he was young, he fell in love with a girl in the Little Red Mansion. She was as tall as a flower and was like jade. Master Cao liked her.

He could redeem it if he liked it, but he didn't dare to take it home. There was a tigress at home, which was not an ordinary ferocious one.

Besides, it's not appropriate to marry someone back home. Regardless of Master Cao's high status and lack of fame, Dali's law prohibits taking concubines without fame.

Master Cao can maintain a stable position because he is also a person who cherishes his reputation and feathers.

What should I do? Buy a house and put it outside.

Hey, that's it, Master Cao has a concubine outside, and he hides it quite well. In addition, as Master Cao gets older, the concubine also becomes old and beautiful, so she is not so diligent in going there.

This matter has become very secret, Zhao Qing doesn't know about it.

As for the concubine, she gave birth to a son to Master Cao. After seventeen or eight years, she got married.

Master Cao must go. In terms of age, the one born to him by my concubine is still the eldest son.

Disguising himself and dressing up, Master Cao went and was known to the public as a distant elder.

In order to create a lively party for his son, Mr. Cao also secretly used some means to attract many guests, all of whom had small heads and faces, and it was very lively.

By chance that day, Zhao Qing came out of the restaurant.

Take a look, yeah?

What kind of family is this?

Why are happy events so lively?

I took out my little notebook and flipped through it, but there was no such person.

Is this some hidden wealthy businessman?

Look left and right, it is better to choose a day than to hit it. If good things happen to you, you have to go. If you don't go, it will be a loss.

It’s you today!

Just like that, Zhao Qing wrapped a stone in paper and mixed it in.

Well, this is considered to be the end of hell.

Everything is business as usual, the routine is still the same, but if others don’t know about Zhao Qing, how can the biggest local gangster in Dongcheng Corpse Crematory not know about Zhao Qing?

Master Cao's city, I'm just kidding, I'll accept all the auspicious words, just knock them, if you frown, I'll lose.

It’s the eldest son’s big day, so I won’t tell you how to celebrate it.

How did the money go out afterwards, and how will it come back?

Zhao Qing deserves to die. In the past, in this kind of portal, he would not go any further after the sixth sentence, and the next four sentences would be for nothing.

But today he just came out of the restaurant, half drunk, and drunk.

As he typed every sentence, Mr. Cao kept his expression unchanged and cheered loudly.

Zhao Qing took a look and said, God is going to make me rich today.

Come on!

Lotus tongue!

After the tenth sentence, I added two impromptu sentences to make up a "dozen".

More than four hundred taels of silver were carried away by Zhao Qing.

Mr. Cao was also happy. Look at the auspicious words of "a dozen". It was so auspicious. The guests and hosts had a great time and drank several glasses of wine.

Then, Zhao Qing was beaten to the excrement that night.

More than four hundred taels of silver were all recovered.

The Incorruptible Tongue was cut off and collected by Master Cao.

Zhao Qing's whole body was covered in feces and blood. He survived for half a night and died.

The shadows and lanterns capture the soul, the judge weighs the weight, and the man in black robe speaks in gold: "Storytellers, singers and operas persuade people. The three main roads go through the middle. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. The right path in the world is the vicissitudes of life."

Reward: Magical Little Book.

Magical little notebook: This is a magical little notebook, you will never run out of it.

Qin He turned his hand, and a small yellow notebook fell into his hand. It was not big and could just cover a slap.

It was clearly Zhao Qing's little notebook that had materialized.

There is nothing on it, it's all blank.

Qin He didn't understand what the use of this thing was, could it be used up?

Does tearing count?

Thinking of this, Qin He tore out more than a dozen pages, and when he saw it, the book was still so thick and thick.

It's indeed quite magical.

From now on, there will be no need for strips of paper when going to the toilet. There will be endless paper.

But then I thought about it and it was wrong.

Not going to the toilet by myself.

Dry!

Qin He's face is a little dark, such an interesting corpse is given such a useless thing?

Shaking his head speechlessly, Qin He put the small notebook into the creaking nest and kept it. He never knew when he would need it.

Looking up at the ashes of Zhao Qing's body, the man in black robes was right. Storytellers, singers and operas persuaded people that the three main roads should go through the middle.

It means that when people walk, they should take the right path in the middle of the three main roads and cannot take the side roads.

But the problem is, in these troubled times, the right path is not prosperous. If you can live by following the right path, where will there be so many bones and remains?

Zhao Qing must die, but at least he lived happily for half his life. In this world, that's enough.

What about the people who work all day long but suffer from hunger? What did they do wrong?

The world is full of chaos. Who can tell clearly who is good and who is evil, who is right and who is wrong, in the temples and in the grass?

Qin He didn't want to bother with that.

He is just a corpse cremator, and he only wants to be a corpse cremator, observing the impermanence of life and the changes in the world.

Unless... it was against him.

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"when!"

"The time has come, open the door!"

When the white color of fish belly appeared in the east, a gong sounded, and the large iron door of the crematorium opened one after another.

Qin He picked up the ash bucket and walked out of the crematorium in the faint morning light.

Eighteen cremators lined up to hand over the ashes. Those with family members took them away, while those without family members dumped them into the canal.

Zhao Qing had family members, but no one came to collect the ashes. The ashes were swept up by the waves, and the last trace of the man disappeared.

The eight newly arrived corpse cremators looked at Qin He with deep curiosity and scrutiny in their eyes. The only person in the Wucheng Army and Horse Division who had been promoted from corpse cremator to corpse cremator in recent years was among the newly arrived corpse cremators.

In the eyes of craftsmen, it is already a legend.

Qin He didn't like being stared at, but he couldn't influence other people's thoughts. He was the first to hand over the ashes and left the crematorium to have breakfast.

You are not actually hungry, but if you put some food in your mouth every day, your life will smell like fireworks.

Qin He likes the smell of fireworks.
To be continued...