To tell the truth, stitching up a dead person can be said to be more difficult than a living person, or it can be said to be easier than a living person.

After death, the skin and muscles slowly lose their elasticity and begin to decay. So it's not easy to stitch up huge wounds.

But the wound of the dead, you don't need to consider the blood vessels, nerves, muscles, you just need to pay attention to a good-looking one.

It's a hassle-free.

Liu Dalang invited this famous stable woman.

Wen Po sometimes actually helps the yamen to do things, and there will be more of this, but she is not afraid.

Wen Po looked at Fu Shiyi instead, a little distrustful: "Can you do it?" This is disrespectful to the deceased, and he will be found when he turns back. ”

This Shinto attitude!

Fu Shi choked for a moment before saying, "I'm doing a good deed, Qiao Niang knows." ”

Wen Po nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, yes." We're doing a good deed. The little lady figured it out. ”

Fu Shiyi: If you understand, you should come closer, don't be so nervous.

As soon as Fu Shi took out the needle and thread, Wen Po couldn't help but stare at the crooked, thick needle.

How is this different from a needle for sewing clothes?

People are curious, even in the morgue......

Fu Shiyi sighed in his heart, then adjusted his mood, his face was expressionless, and he began to do business with a solemn face.

Wen Po finally discovered: This little lady who looks delicate is really fast and good to do this kind of thing.

So when Fu Shi finished one by one, admired the neat stitches and threads he had made, and began to pack up his things, Wen Po couldn't help but lower her voice and said: "Your technique is ancestral?" ”

The corners of Fu Shiyi's mouth twitched slightly, and finally nodded.

It's probably an ancestral heirloom. Medicine is always passed down from generation to generation, and it is getting better and better.

Wen Po's voice was full of joy this time: "Then next time there is such a job, I will pull you to do it together, and we will divide the account fifty-fifty!" ”

Pay for a ......

Then compared a "seven", and made a counteroffer with an expressionless face: "Three or seven points." I'm seven, you're three. After all, this is a technical job for me, and ordinary people can't do it. ”

There's no way, the house slave can't afford to hurt!

Wen Po gasped: "This is too ruthless." ”

Fu Shiyi didn't say anything.

Wen Po agreed with a painful face on her face.

But thinking about the fact that this money can come in again in the future, it suddenly starts to be beautiful again.

I can't help but start fantasizing about making a fortune with this-

I didn't think about it at all, Chen Qiaoniang's coffin board couldn't be pressed, okay!

After Fu Shiyi finished sorting out her things, she glanced at Wen Po, who was still dreaming of making a fortune, and called her mercilessly: "You wipe the wound, and then sprinkle a layer of powder, so that you can't cover it so much." ”

Wen Po is busy, but her hands and feet are nimble, which is quite satisfying.

Fu Shiyi and Wen Po did everything properly, opened the door and went out, and saw the gossip seed player Wang Erxiang staring at him stunned, and he could stuff an egg in his mouth.

If Fu Shiyi hadn't gone out and looked in the mirror, he would have to touch whether there were flowers on his face.

Fu Shiyi stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Wang Erxiang.

Wang Erxiang stepped back, his expression was so frightened that he looked like a big girl who was going to face a rapist.

Fu Shiyi was speechless.

Wang Erxiang was so frightened that his voice changed: "You would still do such a thing!" ”

Fu Shiyi was surprised: "What's wrong?" ”

Wang Erxiang stomped his feet, and his voice was full of regret: "How can you let me eat!" ”

I've touched a dead man!

What is a cheap job? Why is everyone avoiding walking! Isn't it because they want to touch the dead, make people feel unlucky, make people feel unclean?!

Isn't this destroying the signboard by yourself!

Only then did Fu Shiyi understand what Wang Erxiang was afraid of. Suddenly a little speechless.

However, in front of Liu Dalang, the family of the deceased, Fu Shiyi didn't talk nonsense, and glared directly at Wang Erxiang, with a slightly fierce tone: "What are you doing here?" ”

Wang Erxiang was inexplicably a little cold on the back of his neck, and the person also coaxed him, and obediently explained: "Li County ordered me to send some Dian Yi over." ”

Fu Shi was stunned for a moment.

Then Fu Shiyi sent the person away. Not politely: "Then you can go back if there is nothing else." ”

Wang Erxiang was very cooperative and made a good baby.

But on the way back, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was wrong, and my expression became more and more frightened-

Wang Erxiang met Fang Liang as soon as he entered the yamen, and Fang Liang asked him in wonder, "What's the matter?" ”

Wang Erxiang grabbed Fang Liang, as if he had met a bosom friend: "You don't know!" I just saw someone at Liu Dalang's house! ”

Fang Liang's gossip heart burned brightly, and his eyes lit up: "Who did you see!" ”

Wang Erxiang was so excited that his voice changed tone: "I saw the Fu lady at the door of our yamen!" It's the lady who buys pancakes and wontons! ”

Fang Liang looked at him speechlessly, not very interested: "What's so strange about this, they were originally righteous brothers and sisters. ”

Wang Erxiang grabbed Fang Liang, for fear that he would run away: "You don't know!" Fu Niangzi, she is actually a sewer! ”

The three words "seamstress", Wang Erxiang's voice changed tone, like a screaming duck.

Fang Liang was surprised: "What's so strange about this, Fu Niangzi she-"

Speaking of this, Fang Liang reacted, his eyes widened suddenly, and then asked Wang Erxiang to talk to him carefully.

The two muttered together, and soon attracted others to join.

A small thing, stunned by the storyteller Wang Erxiang told the ups and downs.

Those who listened also exclaimed.

In the end, even Xie Shuangfan couldn't help but come over and listen: "What are you talking about?" ”

The crowd hurriedly scattered.

Xie Shuangfan stood in place and stared at Fang Liang, who was dragged by him and didn't have time to run: ...... Am I going to eat people?

Fang Liang smiled awkwardly: "I'm going to talk back to our Lang Jun." Then he also trotted away.

Xie Shuangfan: ......

However, as soon as Fang Liang saw Li Changbo, he couldn't help but be possessed by Wang Erxiang: "Lang Jun, you don't know what Wang Erxiang saw just now!" ”

Li Changbo was still immersed in his book, but he just lifted his eyelids and glanced at Fang Liang.

Fang Liang only felt that he had been greatly encouraged, and he hurriedly said what he had heard.

Then he blinked and looked at Li Changbo.

After Li Changbo finished writing a line, he put down his pen and asked without being salty or light: "What do I want you to tune?" ”

Fang Liang was suddenly injured: "Lang Jun, aren't you surprised!" The little lady would do such a thing! ”

Li Changbo slowly lengthened his tone: "Isn't it strange? Inside the Ice Cellar—"

Fang Liang suddenly remembered the events of that day, and then began to feel that the pancakes he had eaten in the past few days were scrambling to come out and take a breath.

Fang Liang's face was frightened, blue and white, as ugly as he wanted.

But Li Changbo is not salty or light, and added: "Don't you also eat deliciously." ”

Li Changbo successfully mended the knife x1.

Fang Liang hit the street by seconds x1.

Fang Liang wanted to cry without tears: Lang Jun, you should write your words quietly!