Communication is a big problem in this world, and it is not like Ye Liancheng's previous life, where he can send messages to the designated person without leaving home, and there is not even a delay at all.

In order to solve this problem, the monks invented flying sword communication and various methods, but these prices were relatively expensive, and many casual cultivators could not afford them, let alone those ordinary people who had never set foot in the cultivation.

Therefore, this gave rise to the profession of believers, who lived in no fixed place all the year round, and most of them traveled back and forth between the two places, and even had to eat and sleep on horseback.

They are often passed down from generation to generation, from father to son, from son to grandson, and so on, basically a family has contracted the industry. Although it was not in accordance with the rules, few people protested, after all, it was too hard.

In ancient times, people paid attention to the return of fallen leaves to their roots, and people were where they were at home, so there was such a thing as homesickness.

However, the family is surrounded by walls, and it is difficult to maintain the operation of a family, so young adults are not allowed to leave their hometowns to find a way to make a living. The wife and children of the family are concerned about their parents, so they basically have letters with their families every month, often not talking much, and the main purpose is to repay peace.

It is not too expensive for a believer to receive a copper coin for not sending a letter, and if someone cannot afford to pay it, he can offset it by a few days of work at the believer's place.

When traveling between two places, the messenger is the believer.

If a man who was working outside died violently, no matter whether the weather was fine or not, the believer would put on a black umbrella and slowly walk to the man's home to report the funeral.

The mother-in-law in the countryside is notoriously unreasonable, and her husband dies outside and does not think much about his death, so she cares more about the fact that he is dead, so she will curse this believer is a broom star, and something will happen to that house.

Even in the process of reporting the funeral, the family members of the deceased will scold the believers while suffering from pain, and even more will do it directly, perhaps this is also the reason why the believers earn a lot, but they are not willing to do it.

Thankless? No one likes it, but the believers often scold and fight back, and express their condolences for the dead.

Therefore, it is just a matter of sending letters on weekdays, and it is really the time to report the funeral, which is the most headache for believers.

Li Er is a letter writer, and today he received a black envelope, on which the recipient happened to be a large family in the city.

His home is very simple, after all, he doesn't stay here for a long time, and it's useless to decorate it, only a spiritual statue and his most everyday things.

After putting a stick of incense on the spiritual seat, Li Er was about to start today's letter delivery work, and after taking a deep breath, he took out a black umbrella from under the bed, which had accumulated a layer of dust, and it seemed that it had been placed here for a long time.

"Dad, if I am cursed again this time, I really can't do it anymore. Li Er whispered to the spiritual position, his heart was full of bitterness, he didn't want to do this job, but this was indeed his father's last wish for him before his death.

It's raining lightly today, maybe holding a black umbrella isn't too dazzling, right? Li Er comforted himself in his heart.

He lived on the outskirts of the city, for nothing else, to facilitate access to the city gates, so he did not meet pedestrians on the streets at first.

Li Er, who was looking forward to it, met two young children at the corner of the street, and the children ignored the dissuasion of their parents and wanted to play in a small puddle, and behind them was their mother who was helplessly calling.

The childish boy was extremely happy, but he didn't know that he bumped into Li Er who came over.

One of the children rubbed his eyes in a daze, and wanted to ask Li Er if he had a letter from his father, because every month his father would send some pleasant objects from other places, which was also the happiest moment for children.

Maybe he didn't know what the black umbrella thought in his mind, but he just hugged Li Er's thigh and happily asked if there was a letter from their family.

But this scene was seen by their mother, and the woman's face changed as if it were the weather, and she pulled away the two ignorant children with a dark face.

Whew, Li Er breathed a sigh of relief, he can be regarded as a person who is reasonable, otherwise he will be disadvantaged.

Since the family of the person who wants to convey the funeral news is in the center, Li Er still has to deliver all the letters from other places first, and then finally convey the funeral news.

The black umbrella with the black clothes gives people a sense of oppression when they look at it.

The people who opened the door to Li Er today didn't have a good look, and even the servants who liked to chat a few words on weekdays closed the door in a hurry, and they were afraid that they would be stopped by Li Er.

The pocket of the letter on Li Er's waist was getting smaller and smaller, and the expression on his face gradually became cold from the smile at the beginning.

He didn't care about what was in front of him, he was thinking about what was like to the person who received the letter.

My head searched for memories, and it seemed that the family had not moved except for a few letters sent in the summer.

Shaking his head, Li Er didn't think about it anymore, and then he was going to deliver this black letter.

The source of the letter seems to be a sect called the 'Iron Sword Gate'? Could it be that the heir of the Outer Immortal Cultivator died?

This is very difficult to do, Li Er was melancholy in his heart, if this family also has cultivators or martial artists, then he may have to take off a layer of skin.

That's it, it's a big deal, I won't do it after this order, and Li Er, who has been puffed up in his heart, has taken a step.

Soon he came to the door of the house where he received the letter, the standard three-entry house, although the stone lion outside the door was not big, but his face was fierce, and it was expensive at a glance, and the identity of the owner of the house also became mysterious at this moment.

It is said that although this family has not settled in the city for a long time, but every festival, the children of other families in the city will come to visit with large bags of gifts, although many times the owner has closed the door, but after so many years, those children of the family seem to have fallen in love with the hot face and cold buttocks, and they are still happy to do it.

Li Er climbed the steps of the door and stretched out his hand to knock on the vermilion door.

Sure enough, no one opened the door directly, but a woman's voice came out: "Who?"

Li Er cleared his throat and said, "Deliver the letter." ”

The woman inside the door was about to open the door to receive the letter, when suddenly another girl's voice came.

"Mother, you sit down first, it must be the letter written to me by the eldest brother, I will read it for the first time!"

"Good, good. ”

Li Er's heart was bitter, because he could hear the excitement in the girl's words, was the person who died her eldest brother?

After a while, the door opened, and the smiling girl poked her head out.

"What about faith?"