On the night of October 6, Ying Zheng sat in the main hall of the Qinggong Palace, which already belonged to him, holding a bamboo slip, his heart was full of fear, and he couldn't afford to read at all.

The faint smell is like a nightmare, haunting the nose and not being able to drive away,

Ying Zheng never thought that people would be like this after death.

The father, who was not very kind, was originally lifelike after his death, although it was a little terrifying, but it was actually not that terrible.

But, over time, the body hardened, bleeds, softened, and stinked.

Gradually, Ying Zheng even saw a wriggling worm inside.

He still couldn't be buried.

- The mausoleum of the former king has not yet been completely completed!

No one expected him to die so early.

Even King Qin Yingzhu himself, who had already prepared for his future, did not expect that he would die so quickly.

All of a sudden, there were no people.

Ying Zheng guarded his soul on behalf of his father, witnessing the old man's funeral ceremony of the Son of Heaven with the Passover Rites, the specifications of the Son of Heaven with the Passover Rites, and the coffin of the Son of Heaven with the Passover Rites.

However, also out of respect for him, the body was not embalmed with fierce poison, but bathed in millet wine to embalm, and at the same time made the body have a smell of wine.

Therefore, his body, in the coffin and funeral rites of the super-high treatment of the Passover law, stinked and rotted.

The aroma of wine mixed with the smell of corpses gave off a disgusting and strange commotion.

Like a piece of the cheapest pork meat.

All dignity, all dignity, all majesty, in this commotion, all vanished.

Ying Zheng, who witnessed all this, only had fear in his heart.

Am I going to die too?

Will I be like him when I die?

Will I stink? Corpses are insects?

Or was it something else?

There is no way to answer these questions of Ying Zheng.

But he knew that this was what would happen in the near future after he died.

This disgusting future, he simply didn't want.

Even if he was far away from the coffin of King Qin Yingzhu, Ying Zheng's fear still did not retreat, but became stronger.

He longed for an "immortal" way out of this humiliating and undignified future.

He didn't want to be gnawed by that kind of ignorant bug.

That kind of future, it's terrible!

However, even if he already had the means and wisdom to grasp the world's most fundamental "relations of production", he still could not imagine any means to allow himself to surrender himself to the predetermined fate of death—since ancient times, no one in the world has ever been immortal!

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At night, Ju Zizhou and Yi slept on the chase bunk of the low-level guest house, feeling the stalk grass under him, he reached out and grabbed the kudzu cloth on his body, and said to the "worker" next to him: "What will you eat tomorrow morning?" ”

"Don't eat in the morning." The "worker" next to him pulled the kudzu cloth, pinched out a jumping scree from his body, pinched it to death and filled it into his mouth, and said, "It's better to eat at noon...... Wang Sunzheng's "peasant association" canteen will serve breakfast, but a meal costs a dollar, and there is no meat for breakfast, but there is only lunch for lunch! ”

"If you want to be too expensive, you can't eat it!" Another person next to him said: "But I heard that if you join the "Peasant Association" and work for the "Peasant Association" for ten days a month, Wang Sunzheng will take care of three meals a day!" ”

"Three meals?!" The crowd was amazed.

At this time, the rich peasants generally had two meals a day, and only the wealthy merchants and nobles had the opportunity to eat three meals a day, or even four or five meals.

Ordinary people, many of them have one meal a day.

Some eat in the morning, some at noon, and if you have heavy physical labor, you will also eat a little at night to make yourself sleep soundly.

Ju Zizhou followed the "workers" in this Chase shop to do a day's work for the "peasant association" today.

The main job is to collect firewood.

A group of people cut down trees with stone knives, cleared branches, and dragged them back to the city, and at the end of the day, they could get four dollars.

The Chase Shop in the low-end guest house will give a little food and collect money.

At noon, everyone had a lunch with a piece of fat pork in the restaurant of the "peasant association", and spent a penny.

So at the end of the day, Ju Zizhou, like everyone else, made a net profit of two dollars through his own labor.

This kind of work, many people want to do it, but they can't do it.

In particular, Ju Zizhou went to learn about it at lunch.

The job of waiting for others was originally what people in the "peasant association" should do.

They do, and they should be paid six cents a day.

However, some clever people in the "peasant associations" united with the whole group to increase the daily quota and contracted more than 200 "workers" to draw two yuan of wages and outsource the work to their own people at a "wage" of four yuan a day.

In this way, the work is overdone and the money is earned.

It can be said that it is very good.

"Zhou, you say, is the cook of today's "peasant association" interested in me? The "worker" next to him asked, "She keeps smiling at me during lunch!" ”

"Probably so." Ju Zizhou smiled, he really didn't have the strength to recall too many things.

"You fart, that little chef is obviously interested in Naiweng!" Another person next to him said, "The meat she beat for Naiong is all fat!" ”

The two of them expressed their opinions on who the little chef had a crush on, and they exchanged opinions in the form of physical conflicts.

Ju Zizhou didn't care about this, he was extremely tired, so he went to sleep.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I heard someone wailing.

There were also four or five voices talking.

"You erect, Nai Weng has long seen that you are not a good person, and you dare to take advantage of the night to touch Naiweng's money!"

"Ah, don't fight, don't fight, I was wrong, don't fight!"

"Don't fight? If you don't fight, I'll send you to the official temple, so that you dare to rob the little chef with Naiweng! ”

"Then you might as well fight."

Ju Zizhou pursed his lips: "How many people's money did he steal?" ”

"Few, few...... Don't slap your face, you have to see the little chef tomorrow...... Don't fight, don't fight...... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! ”

"This shaft has sixteen coins in his pocket, and he should have stolen the money of eight people!"

"Seven, seven! Don't slap ...... face"

Several people were talking nonsense, and Ju Zizhou couldn't tell who was talking.

He reached out and touched his shriveled purse.

Sure enough, the money was gone.

"Zhou, your money was stolen, right?"

"Yes, yes." Ju Zizhou nodded, but no one could see anything when the light was dark.

Someone fumbled and put the two copper coins into Ju Zizhou's hand: "Put it away." ”

"This thief, if you really don't fight, you can't do it!"

"Do you want to send him to the official temple?" Someone asked.

The crowd was speechless for a moment, and no one spoke.

After a while, someone said, "Don't do it......"

"Yes, send it to the official temple ......"

Sent to the official temple is undoubtedly a nightmare for these low-level people who are very happy to earn two dollars a day.

"Please, don't send me to the official temple!" The money thief cried loudly: "My wife and son are sick, and I want to treat them, so I have evil thoughts, please forgive me......"

Ju Zizhou was on the sidelines, watching the misfortune of the onlookers, without saying a word.

"Forget it, this thief!" Someone spoke, spitting.

"Hey, I'm unlucky!" There was pity and sadness in someone's tone.

"Phew!" A clean spit, and the sound of a copper coin falling to the ground: "Take it." ”

At this time, more people woke up one after another, and one said: "I heard that in the "peasant association" of the prince Zheng, there are doctors who consult for free. ”

"Prince Zheng? Who is it? ”

It was the previous "Wang Sun Zheng", when the King of Qin died, he became the crown prince, as if it was like this. ”

"King Qin is dead again? Didn't you just die before? Someone asked.

"Silence, is this kind of thing also something you and my generation can say?"

Ju Zizhou was silent.