Days passed.

Li Ping'an practiced and ate every day, and slowly adapted to ancient life.

Go to work and fish, and sleep after work.

No mobile phones, no computers, no entertainment.

I felt bored, so I went to criticize outside the Chunfeng Building, but I couldn't criticize in depth because of the shyness in my pocket.

Almost every day, the corpse collectors brought in corpses, homeless people who froze to death, beggars who died of hunger, and babies who died young, but unfortunately they could not find anything valuable.

Li Ping'an has the experience of collecting corpses from the four generations of his ancestors, and he will never lose money in the long run.

did not raise the price to collect more corpses, and there was still one body, which was the same as the mortuary officials in each city.

Everyone is making money from the dead, and there is no need to make the living jealous.

I went to the Golden Sword Martial Arts Pavilion again and bought a month's worth of ointment, thirty taels of silver is no more or less, and it will not be safe to show more wealth.

I specially asked Senior Brother Luo, of course, not for vain, and received two taels of silver.

"Ordinary people can get started with physical training in one year, but it takes about three years for Dacheng, my qualifications are poor, and the time is doubled......"

Li Ping'an calculated a little, and it took two thousand taels of silver to forge the body.

This is just the iron leg skill, and the follow-up tempering of the limbs and hundreds of remains, more than a dozen exercises add up to 30,000 taels of silver.

Not to mention breaking through the quenching realm, the price of ointment will increase several times.

"There is still a long way to go!"

Li Ping'an is not in a hurry, he must not give up his roots and take risks for the sake of silver.

Early in the morning.

The ground was covered with a thin layer of snow, and it rustled when stepped on.

Li Ping'an boiled brown rice porridge and boiled the pork liver slices into it, the taste was a little fishy, and it was more satisfying than drinking dry porridge.

The porridge was not yet cooked, and the door was slamming.

"Xiao Anzi opened the door and sent the mat!"

Zheng Laosi used to use mats instead of prisoners' corpses, which was his own unique name, and he didn't know what he was afraid of.

Li Ping'an opened the door: "So early? ”

"The prisoner who interrogated all night last night."

Zheng Laosi pushed the cart into the house, raised the handrail, and rolled the straw mat wrapped around the corpse and rolled to the ground.

Li Ping'an glanced at the appearance of the corpse, which was a hundred times worse than the king's shopkeeper, there was no good meat on his body, and he could barely distinguish that it was a human form.

"What did this guy do?"

"Puppet rebels!"

The puppet dynasty mentioned by Zheng Laosi is the dynasty that broke through the capital and established the state as Wei before Emperor Jianwu Sanxing Daqian.

Li Ping'an was surprised: "Such an important prisoner died and was buried directly?" ”

Grandpa told Li Ping'an about the pickled things in the prison, the jailers often tortured and tortured the death row prisoners, but some important prisoners must be taken care of.

"Hehe, the thief who wrote the confession is actually a mountain king."

Zheng Laosi did not shy away from it, and said directly: "This prisoner took hundreds of people to occupy the mountain as the king, killed a lot of passing merchants, and wiped out Qi Qianhu of the Zhenfu Division. ”

"Just catch a bandit, how can it be better than cracking the thief, so with a little operation, he will be promoted up and down and make a fortune!"

Li Ping'an accurately grasped the key point: "I don't know who Qi Qianhu is?" ”

"The son of the Marquis of Weiyuan's mansion."

Zheng Laosi didn't want to talk about the nobles of the national dynasty, so he glanced at the mortuary that was about to be full: "Hurry up and clean it, and when his nine clans are in prison, it won't be long before he is sent over." ”

Li Ping'an frowned slightly, and subconsciously said: "Isn't he a ...... of the Nine Clans?"

halfway through the words, he suffocated the "unjust death" stiffly.

Da Qian won't keep the keyboard warrior spraying around, some of the words are heard, and the whole family will really die!

"Xiao Anzi, don't learn fake compassion!"

Zheng Laosi knew what Li Ping'an wanted to say, and kicked the corpse of the prisoner: "This guy's family was originally a small business, running a wine business. ”

"Later, I learned martial arts, bullied the market and beat people to death, and after escaping wanted, I fell into the grass."

"In a few years, his family has a fortune of tens of thousands of dollars, and he is rich!"

Li Ping'an took out the broken silver and stuffed it into Zheng Laosi's hand.

"Thank you Fourth Uncle for your advice."

……

Finish breakfast.

Li Ping'an hired a funeral car, loaded the 23 corpses into the car, tied them up, and covered them with a whole piece of black tarpaulin.

"Gotta ......"

The coachman drove the ox cart through the two markets of Anding and Chongde and came to the West City Gate.

The city gate guard checked Li Ping'an's funeral officer's waist card, and directly waved his hand to let him go, without examining the corpse, disgusted with bad luck.

After leaving the city and continuing westward for half an hour, the ox cart came to the mass grave.

The ground is raised more than 10 zhang high large soil bag, covering an area of more than 10 acres of size, the trees on the slope are withered, and the grass is barren.

Among the weeds, there are tombstones standing crookedly, some whole, some half-cut, dilapidated and corroded in the sun and rain, the inscription is blurred, and it is impossible to recognize the name of the tomb owner.

In front of some tombstones, there are still unburned paper money, and the wind blows through the dust and flies all over the sky.

"Every time I come to this realm, I always feel evil!"

Li Ping'an got out of the car with a shovel, found a vacant place and began to dig a pit, and a skull was turned out in a few shovels.

The two black holes were silent, and they looked at Li Ping'an.

"Sorry to interrupt me."

Place the skeleton on the edge of the pit and bury it with the remains, quickly digging out a few more ribs.

Continuing to dig down, all kinds of bone slag are continuous, the color is white, dark and black, obviously not the bones of the same age.

"If you bury it for a few hundred years, this place will become a mountain of bones!"

Li Ping'an listened to his grandfather's narration that the mortuary and mass graves were all built by the Holy Ancestor to deal with the corpses in a unified manner to avoid the spread of the plague.

The Holy Ancestor was the founding emperor of the Great Qian, and more than 400 years after the founding of the country, the world was in turmoil.

A vassal king of the Zhao royal family, training troops under the banner of restoring the great cadres, swept the eighteen anti-thieves to ascend the throne and became the emperor, and was honored as the ancestor after his death.

However, there is no eternal dynasty in the world, and the Erqian established by the ancestor fell apart again after more than 400 years.

This time it was even more chaotic, and even the capital was captured by the rebels, and the Great Wei Dynasty was established.

Emperor Jianwu, that is, His Majesty today, was originally a side branch of the Yiwang Mansion in Liangzhou, and swept the world in the south, once again restoring the orthodoxy of the Great Qian.

Now His Majesty has nine out of sixty, and some people have already called him Ji Zu in private.

The mass grave can be said to have gone through three dynasties, the population of the capital is one million, and I don't know how many nameless corpses there are every year, which is really a terrifying number accumulated for thousands of years.

Li Ping'an dug for nearly two hours, and there were more than a dozen skulls piled up on the edge of the pit, and the ribs and leg bones were uncountable.

"It's almost enough."

Removing a corpse from the ox cart and throwing it into the pit, Li Ping'an hugged his hands and knotted the Tai Chi seal, reciting the Taoist mantra of the past life.

This is a scripture handed down from my great-grandfather, maybe it is useful, or it may not be useful, ask for peace of mind.

"The edict of the Taishang, the lonely soul of Chaoyou, the ghost of everything, the four lives of grace......

Rescue the others, hurry and overlive! ”

The hundred words of the whole mantra were quickly recited, and Li Ping'an was about to overtake the next one, when he suddenly felt a hot current in his chest.

Jianmu Zhi trembled slightly, reminding him that he had gathered merit.

A wisp of merit increases longevity by one day!

Li Ping'an's face was overjoyed, burying the corpse was his own job, and he could increase his merits.

"I should have thought a long time ago that letting the deceased be buried in peace and giving the last dignity is an act of accumulating virtue and doing good!"

The originally tired body was motivated by merit, and he was suddenly full of energy.

It was not the corpses that were pulled on the car, but the life span of more than twenty days.

Li Ping'an put the corpses into the pit one by one, and recited the mantra of the past life devoutly, and now he should be even more exceedingly for the deceased.

"After seven days, the lifespan has increased instead of decreasing."

"It's the thirty-seventh year of the founding of the military, set a small goal first, and live a dynasty in the mortuary!"