The human heart is more poisonous than ghosts!

The shopkeeper was blind, his ears were gone, there were few teeth left, his fingers were full of bamboo sticks, and his right leg and knee were crushed.

I don't know what crime I have committed to endure such torture.

Li Ping'an took out his grandfather's relics, a bamboo box the size of a briefcase, and after opening it, there were various tools.

Take out a towel to wipe the blood from the corpse's face, then use a knife to cut off the rotten flesh, skillfully thread the needle, and insert the needle through the edge of the two parts, through the epidermis and dermis......

In a few moments, the wound on his face was stitched up.

"I haven't sewn skin for a few years, but the craftsmanship is still there!"

Li Ping'an has never operated on a dead person, but the beauty of the skin is the basic skill of a surgeon, and his self-confidence is no worse than that of his grandfather before his death.

The ancients paid attention to leaving a whole corpse when they died, and buried in the ground without arms and legs, and it was difficult to reincarnate if the soul was incomplete.

Therefore, relatives come to the mortuary to take away the body of the deceased, and if there are wounds, damages, especially beheaded criminals, they will spend a sum of money to ask the mortuary to repair them.

There is no specific amount, the poor give less, and the rich give more.

This is one of the income channels of the mortuary, and the people are also called the mortuary, the reinstated, the black, and so on.

After Li Ping'an sewed up his facial wounds, he trimmed his beard, combed his hair, blocked the missing ears with hair, stuffed the eye sockets with fillers, and then closed the eyelids.

Finally, apply white powder to cover up the line marks.

The repair of the body is relatively easy, sewing the wound, breaking the straight bones, and the shroud will cover all traces.

It took most of the hour to repair the body.

At this time, the king's shopkeeper did not look as miserable as before, but lay peacefully on the straw mat.

When I saw it inadvertently, I thought it was a living person sleeping.

"Give back half a spoonful of your wine."

Li Ping'an carried a bamboo box to the backyard, which was also the house of the imperial court, and was free for the undertaker to live in.

In the east wing, funeral supplies such as coffins, Shibei, paper money, and ingots are placed in the east wing, which will be sold to the families of the deceased.

The west wing room is organized into a guest room, a simple chase shop, and it is ten wen for one night.

There are two trees planted at the entrance of the main house, one is a peach tree and the other is also a peach tree.

Feng Shui believes that the peach tree is the wood of the great sun, the taste is pungent and evil, it can hate evil spirits, and it can drive away the darkness when planted in the yard, suppress ghosts, and ward off evil spirits.

In the cold winter, the peach tree has lost all its leaves, leaving only bare branches, and the wind blows through and rinses.

Under the tree on the west side are stone tables and stone piers, and under the trees on the east side there are wells and water tanks.

Li Ping'an rinsed the tools with water, pondered about buying tweezers and scissors, and then making gauze and alcohol, so that a simple operation could be performed.

Not to practice medicine, but to help oneself.

"I still have to read some medical books and prepare standing medicines, and I can't always count on a doctor!"

People will encounter countless dangers in their lives, and no one can avoid them all, so they can only try to do a good job in responding to various emergencies.

Return to the mortuary.

Li Ping'an lay on the reclining chair, staggering, half-asleep.

There are more than a dozen people lying together, but they are not alone.

It's almost noon.

Li Ping'an waited for a knock on the door, accompanied by continuous sobbing.

When I opened the door, it was the wife and children of the king's shopkeeper, all of whom burst into tears, and when the white-haired old woman saw the corpse, she fainted with two howls.

Relatives hurriedly pinched people, helping the young shopkeeper carry the corpse.

Lao Wang's shopkeeper didn't cry, helped his son into the coffin, trembled and took out the ingots and silver, and stuffed them into Li Ping'an's hands.

"Good work."

"Condolences and change."

Li Ping'an simply expressed his condolences.

The families of the deceased do not need to be comforted at length, they listen when they want to talk, and they quietly watch away if they don't want to talk.

After a busy morning, I was a little hungry.

Li Ping'an checked the silver ingot, and the full amount of ten taels of official silver was regarded as a windfall.

"Go to the restaurants on the street, taste the food of the other world, go to the martial arts hall to buy this exercise, practice martial arts sooner rather than later, practice early and safe!"

……

Close the door and lock it.

The mortuary is a shop facing the street, and it is the street of the capital outside the door.

At this time, the beginning of winter has just passed.

The wind was cold, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it was gloomy as if it was about to snow.

Li Ping'an tightened his collar and put his hand into his sleeve, appreciating with great interest the ancient society that only existed in TV dramas.

"Wenchang Building, the tea is not very good, because there is a poem inscribed by the champion Gong, but the price is twice as expensive."

"Sanniang Restaurant, the charm of the proprietress still exists!"

"Fuchun class, this is the place to listen to the play......"

Li Ping'an saw the short shirt, the blue bricks and gray tiles, the cornices and corners, and listened to the passers-by speaking familiar and unfamiliar language, so he really felt that he had crossed over.

"Uncle, come and play!"

A crisp voice attracted Li Ping'an's gaze.

A few ragged girls stood at the door to greet the guests warmly, and the cold wind blew through the clothes, and a touch of snow white could be faintly seen.

Li Ping'an wanted to turn his head and pass by, but he couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

In my memory, the Chunfeng Building at the junction of Willow Street and Rouge Lane is a first-class hook fence in Beijing.

"Li Ping'an, Li Ping'an, you can't be degenerate, you must follow the set plan, practice martial arts well, study medicine hard, study hard, and accumulate merit well......"

Li Ping'an observed for half an hour with a critical eye, and left very disapprovingly.

In the video of the young lady dancing in her previous life, she wore less than the girl in Chunfeng Building, and her movements were more daring, and she did her best to charm.

"I'll criticize it another day!"

As a poor person, you can only criticize.

Ten taels of silver went into the spring breeze to listen to the music, and only drank a pot of wine in the hall, and even the fruit plate and snacks could not be served.

Passing by Cheung Kee Restaurant.

The small shop surface wafts out a rich aroma of mutton soup, which can be smelled through the thick curtain.

Li Ping'an opened the curtain and went in, and found a vacant seat to sit down.

"A bowl of mutton soup, two buns."

"Okay."

The guy said yes at the top of his throat, and soon came over with food, and gave an extra plate of small pickles.

"Poor master, you use it slowly."

Li Ping'an was wearing a soap coat made by Xu officials, and with this tiger skin, ordinary people would call him "master", and the playful idlers on the street did not dare to provoke.

I don't know the status of the compilation!

snoring and drinking mutton soup, eating steamed buns with soup, and pricking up his ears to listen to the diners.

Anyone's casual conversation may hide useful information, and after combing and summarizing, it may be possible to warn of disasters in advance.

Half of the guests sat in the restaurant, some talking in pairs, and some talking around a table.

"It's cold this winter, and I can't bear two layers of cotton clothes!"

"I heard that there was a white plague in the north, and the cattle, sheep and livestock were frozen to death, so maybe I would have to fight with the grassland barbarians again......

"The price of brown rice has risen by 10% again, and I will go back and buy a few more stones to eat."

"Next month's selection of the Oiran, which one do you say will win this year?"

“……”

The sound is noisy and confusing, and there is not much really useful information.

Li Ping'an ate unhurriedly, and in the future, he had time to listen and watch more, and suddenly heard the words of the guest next to him, and couldn't help but turn his head to look over.

"Did you go to see the Yamen trial this morning?"

"I didn't go to the scene, I heard that the shopkeeper Wang stole the treasure of Qi Mansion and committed suicide in the prison."

"This can also deceive the ghost!"

The guest looked left and right, stretched out his head to lower his voice, and whispered in his ear.

"The big housekeeper of Qi Mansion saw the secret recipe of wine, planted the blame, and the shopkeeper of the king was beaten by 20 boards and did not draw the charge, and died in prison that night......"