It's a hot summer.

The sound of cicadas is endless.

The mortuary was filled with a pungent, disgusting stench of putrefaction.

The corpses in winter are hard, the corpses in summer are yellow, and pedestrians on the street will cover their mouths and noses and speed up their steps when they pass by the mortuary.

"God is the master of the heart, and to nourish the god must first nourish the heart......"

Li Ping'an sat cross-legged on the ground and recited the Taoist scriptures aloud to the audience lying on the left and right.

The title of the book is "Qing Wei Zhenren Theory of Cultivating Spirits", which is a commentary on the introductory classic "Nourishing Nerves" by the sages of Taoism a hundred years ago.

The annotations in the first half of the volume are easy to understand, as if a teacher is reading from a textbook.

The second half of the volume discusses quoting scriptures and classics, diverging thinking, nourishing the mind with the cultivation of the spirit, and re-proving the body as the foundation of the god.

After reading it once, my heart was a little less hot.

"Summer is hard too!"

Li Ping'an couldn't help but complain, you can add clothes when it's cold in winter, and it's still hot when you strip naked in summer.

What's more, corpses tend to stink in the summer.

Some of the corpses that died of disease or poisoning may be released with decomposition, and the undertaker may be poisoned or infected.

Therefore, few mortuaries live long, and their resistance to old age and decay decreases, and they are easy to get sick and die.

This is a scientific explanation, according to the Yin Sect business, it is to be a mortuary to hit evil, break life, damage Yin morality and so on.

Summer is not without its benefits, such as the lack of corpses.

Displaced beggars are willing to contribute, they can do short-term work and farming, and even if they are lazy, they can eat leaves and grass roots to live.

"It's a loss for us! It's still winter......"

Li Ping'an silently calculated that since the summer, the number of buried corpses has not caught up with the consumption of Shouyuan.

Business income has also plummeted, touching corpses, sewing corpses, selling funeral supplies, etc., all based on the number of corpses.

Recently, the money from the practice has begun to spend the old money that three generations have saved.

While I was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

Li Ping'an hurriedly opened the door and saw the sixth master leading an old man.

The sixth master was already familiar with the smell of corpses, the old man covered his nose vigorously, his brows furrowed, and he only felt that it was more smelly than the thatched house in the village.

"Sixth Master, who are you?"

"Xiao Anzi, I won't collect corpses in the future."

The sixth master's expression was a little gloomy, the iron rice bowl handed down by his ancestors was broken from him, and it would be difficult to bring it back in the future.

Only then did Li Ping'an notice that the sixth master was not wearing a red and black linen dress today.

He wore a hat made of black velvet on his head, a fine indigo satin kaftan with pearls on the buttons, and a delicate pattern embroidered on the leather boots, which contrasted with the patterns on the kaftan.

"Wow! Aren't you hot in the summer? ”

The sixth master wiped his sweat: "Of course it's hot, but Qingshan lets him wear it like this, saying that he looks rich and noble, and he won't be ashamed." ”

Li Ping'an sincerely admired: "Brother Qingshan is really developed!" ”

It has long been rumored that Wang Qingshan teamed up with a grain merchant to transport grain from the south to the capital.

On the one hand, there is capital and sales, and on the other hand, there are ships and forces, and he soon made a lot of silver, and bought a few boats from Zhao Longtou.

"I don't understand, let him fool around."

The sixth master showed pride on his face and introduced the half-grown old man who followed.

"This is Wang Erzhu of the same clan, born with a lame leg, he can't follow Qingshan to run the boat, and he will replace me as a corpse collector in the future."

After Wang Qingshan made a lot of money, he did not forget to feed the clan in the village.

Most of the young people in Wangjia Village followed the boat to collect and transport grain, and when they went out, they gained knowledge and earned more than farming.

Now that the sixth master has returned to the village, he is no longer a corpse collector who is hated by everyone, but a sixth master who is sought after by everyone.

Li Ping'an asked, "Have you taught all the rules?" ”

The corpse collector didn't understand the rules and broke the taboo, threw the corpse into the mortuary and left, and really blew up the corpse and out of the soul, and Li Ping'an had to be unlucky.

The sixth master said: "Even if you take care of the guys, you will be given the second pillar, and there will be no omissions." ”

"I'll do a good job."

Wang Erzhu nodded again and again, leaving his hometown and entering the city for the first time, and spoke with a thick accent.

Li Ping'an smiled: "In the future, I will call you Uncle Zhuzi and collect a corpse and give Qiwen money." ”

"Thank you, thank you."

When Uncle Zhu heard that there were two pennies more, he didn't feel that the corpse smelled bad, so he just wanted to hurry up and walk around the capital to carry the corpse.

The sixth master glanced at Li Ping'an deeply, and did not say anything to remind.

These two coins are not only to give themselves face, but also to test Wang Erzhu, if the news reaches the ears of other mortuary officials, the price will immediately drop back.

The sixth master didn't know that Li Ping'an had a third meaning.

Charge one more corpse, one more day of longevity!

"The sixth master walks slowly, and he will come often in the future."

Li Ping'an looked at the back of the sixth master and couldn't help but sigh, he is really poor and rich!

Fuwu.

It's not just that you can practice martial arts if you have money, but you can also be rich if you practice martial arts.

The silver that Wang Qingshan earned in half a year, the sixth master couldn't earn it by carrying a corpse for ten lifetimes, and once he went from the common people to the propertied class.

"We can't learn, let's be honest!"

Turn around and go back to the mortuary.

Soon.

The sound of reading aloud was heard again.

"The birth of man contains yin and yang...... Whoever nourishes the Dharma, the heart is like a baby, and the inner self is quiet......"

……

Time is like water, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

Li Ping'an reads, exercises, touches corpses, and buries every day, time flies, and spring and autumn have passed in a blink of an eye.

The winter of the 38th year of Jianwu was colder than last year.

Not long after the beginning of winter, it snowed heavily in the capital for three days and three nights.

The heavy snow of three or four feet crushed many houses, and homeless people froze to death in the streets and alleys.

The only orphans and widows left in the family cried over the corpses of their parents, which made the hearts of those who heard it sad and the listeners wept.

There are also many whole families who have frozen to death, and the blue and black corpses are hugged, but the relatives in the province are grieving.

There is no shortage of food for wild dogs in the city, so they pull the carcasses out of the snow and drag them away, lick them with their tongues, and feast on them.

The Yamen quickly rescued the disaster, and it must not affect His Majesty's birthday.

The person who collected the body was given a death order to clean up the body within three days, otherwise he would be guilty of failing to provide disaster relief.

I couldn't care about the rules of the yin door anymore, so I threw the corpses directly on the cart, reversed, stacked them, and pulled them to the mortuary together.

The court does not know exactly how many people froze to death in this snow disaster, maybe it will count the civil register after the disaster, or it may report an imaginary number in the fold.

For example, more than 100 people froze to death, and thousands of people died more than 100 people!

Your Majesty's 70th Christmas is approaching, don't affect your mood because of the number of people affected.

The emperor is in a good mood, and the officials are in a good mood, and promoting harmony in the court can be regarded as a strategy for the country.

Early morning.

Li Ping'an put on a soap coat and put on a sheepskin coat outside, and before he could cook, he heard someone knocking on the door.

When he opened the door and saw Uncle Zhuzi, he tried to grasp the board car and not roll over.

There were so many corpses pulled on the cart that they were tied with hemp rope, like bundles of weeds.

Li Ping'an said helplessly: "I can't fit it here!" ”

The mortuary was already full of corpses, crowded with people, corpses after corpses, each one bruised from the cold, with a strange smile on his face.

There are not a few dead people in the past and present lives, but hundreds of corpses staring at you and laughing make Li Ping'an feel a chill in his heart.

"Pile it up in the yard for now."

Uncle Zhu carried the corpse of an adult and the corpse of a child, limped into the courtyard, and began to place it vertically from the side.

Li Ping'an had no choice but to help move the corpse, and after practicing martial arts for a year, his strength increased greatly, and he didn't feel tired carrying the corpse group of five or six people.

There are old and young, big and small, they should hug each other to keep warm before freezing to death.

After unloading the cart, Uncle Zhu reminded: "The yamen issued an announcement that the mortuary must be stopped for three days, but you can't bury it in order to save trouble." ”

"I know the rules."

Li Ping'an looked at the overcrowded mortuary room, and couldn't help but wipe the exorcism charm invited by the Chenghuang Temple, and held the ancestral peachwood sword.

"How will future generations record this snow disaster?"

There are only a few words, such as "It is a year of heavy snow, and many people freeze to death", or "When it snows heavily, people and animals freeze to death, and the pits and valleys are full", or "The snow is several feet, and those who freeze to death are not counted".

Many, full, non-counting......

To put it mildly, behind it are a lot of bones.

"There is no temperature in history books, only by living in this era and seeing this snow disaster with your own eyes can you truly feel the cold to the bone!"