The sky was bright, the fog filled the city, and a young man knocked on the door of Yizhuang.

The gatekeeper stayed awake all night, listening carefully to whether there was anything important in the city, and when he saw the young man returning as promised, his face was relaxed, and he hurriedly led him into the hall.

On the floor of the hall, the corpse was still wrapped in a straw mat, and masks, hemp rope, charcoal basins, and vinegar pots were all placed on the ground, and the charcoal fire in the basin was exhausted.

"Boy, wait, I'll go get some charcoal, and I'll help you tie the body to your body later, and you can go after the charcoal basin." Alas! The gatekeeper sighed, the old man of Jiangnan in the twilight Huaishan generation has examined the corpse of a lifetime, washed the injustice of a lifetime, and finally made the unjust ghost himself.

The old man hunched his back and walked away with the charcoal basin in his head, leaving only the young man alone in the hall.

The young man knelt in front of the corpse, his back was clearer than in the night, but in the morning light, he was straight, and his back was bent.

When the gatekeeper returned, there was no one in the hall again, and this time there was a corpse under the straw mat. Masks, hemp rope, vinegar jars on the ground, there is nothing missing, but there are more things.

A plain purse.

The old man guarding the door was stunned, put down the charcoal basin and picked up the purse, and felt heavy when he started it, and opened it to see that there was a silver ingot inside, which was enough for a hundred taels.

The old man looked at the door, where there was no one left, and the silver ...... Is it for him?

Yizhuang guards the door, the days are idle, only the silver is less than the work, and it is only two taels a year. He is hunched over and can't do hard work, and he doesn't care about guarding the dead here, but he just wants to have a house and food to eat in his old age, and he won't die of cold and starvation. One hundred taels of silver is enough for him to guard the door of this righteous village for half his life, and it is also enough for him to return to the countryside to buy a farm house and live in peace in his old age.

I don't know where the young man got so much silver, but the gatekeeper only looked at the door, and suddenly felt that the fog was getting thicker, and his eyes were confused.

The morning sun has not risen, and the fog is heavy and the city is deep.

On Shoucai Street, the young man came from the fog, carrying a corpse on his back, without wearing a mask or tying hemp rope, just carrying it like this, like a person still alive.

The young man bent his back, as if he was carrying a thousand pounds, overwhelmed and heavy, and the street became more and more empty and thin. He walked slowly, but he took every step steadily.

Halfway down the street, he stopped in front of the largest shop on the street with a pine ink plaque, and knocked on the door.

I was woken up last night, and I was woken up again this morning, and the guy in the store was really annoyed, and as soon as the door opened, I didn't see who was outside, so I smelled a smell first! He covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, took a few steps back, and raised his eyes to see that the young man from last night was carrying a man on his back. The man bowed his head softly, and he couldn't see his appearance, only the two hands hanging on the young man's shoulders were black, purple and green, and they emitted a burst of stench.

Dead, dead?

The shop guy was shocked, this shop is doing dead people's business, but it's the first time I've seen a dead man come to the store. He opened his mouth to scream, when something suddenly slammed into his face!

He was knocked to the ground, his nose bleeding down, and the thing fell to the ground, heavy and weighty. It was a purse, a Subu purse that the little slaves and maids in the mansion of Bianhe City couldn't look down on, but when I opened it, there were hundreds of taels of silver ingots and two thousand taels of silver tickets inside!

The shopkeeper's eyes were straight, and he looked up at the young man who had walked into the shop, forgetting for a moment that he was carrying a dead man on his back, and that dead man was stinking.

"I want the Azusa coffin I said last night." The young man carried the corpse on his back, his face sank in the shadows under the corpse, his voice was gentle, but it made people feel cold behind his back, "Two thousand and a few hundred taels? ”

"Two, two thousand five hundred taels ......" The guy in the store was so shocked that he dared to report a fake?

"Inside is 2,800 taels, 300 taels to prepare shrouds, shoes and hats, candle paper money, and hire a team to send the funeral, and then ask a feng shui gentleman to choose a good place nearby. Is it enough? ”

"Enough, enough!"

"Maybe it will be done today?"

"Can ......"

Twilight stopped talking, but walked to the large carved coffin in the center of the store, put the person in the coffin, and sat in front of the coffin.

The shopkeeper knew that this meant that he should do it immediately. He didn't dare to speak again, he only felt that this young man was too scary, so he did as he instructed, Ma Yu'er got up from the ground, wiped a handful of nosebleeds and went on an errand.

There are shrouds, shoes and hats, candles and paper money stores, and he is also familiar with the mourners and feng shui gentlemen, so it didn't take a day, and everything was done before noon.

Mr. Feng Shui chose a hill ten miles outside the city, and in the evening, the coffin was mourned directly from Shoucai Street.

This kind of mourning from the home was rarely heard of before, but what was even more unheard of was that the young man carried the person out of the coffin before the funeral, and only told the mourner to carry the empty coffin, and walked at the front of the line with the body on his back.

Twilight remembers that when she was a child, her father raised her alone, and there was always something that was not taken care of. One summer, when she was suffering from heat and the house was stuffy, her father carried her around the yard on his back, and he walked in the middle of the night. Since then, her father likes to carry her on his back when she is sick, and it seems that when she walks, she is sick and gone.

Later, when she grew up, she ended up in her daughter's house, and it was inconvenient for her father to carry her anymore. At that time, she always thought that when her father was old and could no longer walk, she carried him on her back and walked for him.

Unexpectedly, my father was forty-six years old and not yet old, so she had to carry him on her back. It's just this one, the last in this life.

In the long street, the young man was dressed in white and carried the corpse to open the way. On both sides of the street, the people who watched the excitement heard that they were carrying dead people on their backs, and they were afraid of getting bad luck and hid far away. Only a few attentive people found that the funeral procession passed through the gate of the Assassin's Palace, detoured a few streets, and finally left the city through the west gate.

Shoucai shop is on West Street, very close to the West Gate, since you want to go out of the city from the West Gate, why take a long detour?

No one knew what was going through the boy's mind.

The people who blow the funeral don't know what the young man is thinking, the people who can afford the coffin are either rich or expensive, and the tombs are quite exquisite, which one has to spend three or five months, and the big tomb can be buried only after repairing the tombstone. The young man went to the top of the mountain ten miles outside the city, dug a pit, got out of the coffin, filled up a small dirt bag, and set up a stone tablet to bury the people.

In front of the new grave, Twilight did not cry or speak, but knelt from dark to dawn, as if from the past life to this life.

In her previous life, she didn't remember what her parents looked like very early. They died when she was too young, and her childhood was a life under the fence, often holding the scraps of cold rice in her hands. She knew from a very young age that she was only left with herself in her life, so she studied hard, fought for the opportunity to study abroad, and fought for a bright future, but was buried in a car accident.

In this life, a wisp of ghost is sent to the twilight house, and since then he has been poor, but he has never eaten a cold meal. I thought that her family affection was thick and her father's love was like a mountain, and she finally had something to rely on in this life, but she didn't expect that suddenly, she was alone again.

Maybe her father's death was her fault.

Although his father led the court, he was in a lowly position, and the officials in the yamen looked down on him, and often called him back and forth. At that time, my father's autopsy methods were not clever, and there was still an old law of butcher gangsters autopsy in Daxing, and there were few people in the line, so it was not professional. Most of them have their own set of autopsy methods, some of which are not verified, and many of them have errors.

Where the great open, it is not more important than the first love, and the first love is not more important than the test. If there is an error in the inspection, you can imagine how many lives will be lost.

Not only that, the principle of handling cases in ancient times was "dirty and unsuspicious", that is, the "confession" of the felon.

The autopsy is not perfect, and the verdict is heavy on confessions, so you can imagine how many unjust cases there are.

She was frightened, so she secretly made efforts to guide and correct her, and step by step let her father become famous in Jiangnan. Since my father became famous, the cases in Gushui County have been broken beautifully, the county magistrate has been promoted, and the new magistrate is counting on his father's promotion, and the people in the yamen have changed their faces to their fathers.

She thought that this was her reward for her father, but she never thought that one day, this fame would kill him......

Twilight knelt in front of the grave, and the mountain wind destroyed the new leaves of the old tree, falling on her shoulders, trembling slightly.

The sunset changed the moonlight, the moonlight changed the morning light, the people kneeling in front of the grave knocked new mud on their foreheads, whined in the wind, and bowed, "Dad, my daughter is not filial......

"The culprit who killed you, my daughter will find out!" Bye-bye.

"After revenge, my daughter will come back and transport your coffin back to Gushui County and be buried with your mother." Three worships.

After three prostrations, Twilight got up, and the morning light fell on her shoulders, and a golden glow fell on her shoulders.

On this day, the eighteenth year of Daxing Yuanlong, the fourth day of the sixth month.

The curtain of the change of the dynasty has torn a corner-

Off topic -

Yesterday, Yuan Bao was 100 days old, and I went to the photo studio to take pictures. The little guy's first set of clothes is quite cooperative, and the second set begins to beg for sleep, milk, and relief! After serving him, the rhythm of tiredness.

This rhythm has to continue, and if the filming is not finished, it will be rescheduled for Monday.

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Tweets!

/ Seven Flavors Beauty

This little girl is a baby in the group, and she is also a baby. The new writing plus the baby, it's a little harder than me. Girls who have read my last article know that I generally tweet more newcomers and new articles, because I was a newcomer at that time, and I know that it is not easy for newcomers to write a story.

Now that I'm writing a second article, I still plan to carry forward this habit.

Everyone has their own preferences when reading the text, and the tweet is not forced. But if you like it, don't think it's new, take it away, make a head, give people hope, and someone will be willing to go on. Only when someone is willing to go on will a good story be born.