Emperor Jianwu's birthday passed in peace and tranquility.

This is just the beginning of the busyness.

Marquis Weiyuan has followed His Majesty since the beginning of the army in Jiangnan, and has fought for more than 40 years, and there are many henchmen in the army, and too many officials are involved in the 30 major crimes.

The Zhenfu Division arrested people everywhere, up to the military headquarters, down to the barracks.

In order to make meritorious service and atone for his crimes, the prisoners climbed and bit their colleagues everywhere, which led to the next round of arrests.

The war department's greed for ink involved the household department and the Ministry of Industry, and then spread to the officials department and the criminal department, and the prison was overcrowded in just a few days.

Only the Qingshui Yamen Rite Department was not affected, and coldly watched his colleagues go to prison.

If you don't call me when you eat meat, we'll applaud if you're unlucky!

Li Ping'an is also busy.

The day after his birthday, Uncle Zhu sent six carts of corpses in a row, which was still the number of several mortuaries around him.

The corpses were filled with arrows, like hedgehogs.

Uncle Zhu was expressionless, no resentment, no complaints, and silently pushed the cart away.

"This is a qualified corpse collector!"

Li Ping'an still remembers that a few months ago, Uncle Zhu carried the corpse of a peasant, and the hollow hole in his chest made people dig out his heart, and the yamen said that he had encountered wild dogs.

Uncle Zhu couldn't help but scold, saying that the yamen would fool the people.

Now that I have seen a lot of misery, my heart is cold, and I know that there are some things I dare not say or can't say!

After half a month, the mortuary was full of people again.

Li Ping'an has experienced the baptism of the snow disaster, and his sympathy for the corpse has been worn to the lowest, and he pulled out the arrow and touched the corpse expressionlessly.

Among the dead, there are many well-dressed and noble, but under the rain of arrows, all beings are equal.

His Majesty the Emperor treats his people fairly, whether they are rich or poor, sick or healthy.

"Broken silver in the cuffs."

"There was a silver ticket!"

"It's a good ring."

"The gold tooth is set very tightly......

This time the corpse was very fruitful.

Brass coins, broken silver, blood-stained silver tickets, red-dyed jade pendants, broken hairpins......

The cause of death of the corpse is unspeakable, and the person who handles it may be afraid of ghosts and gods, lest it be ominous, and hurriedly send it to the mortuary without looting.

This money came in time, and after interrupting the Yang Locking Gong for many days, you can continue to cultivate.

"Are we eating human blood steamed buns?"

Li Ping'an's hands trembled, and he suddenly understood what it was to prosper the people and die the people.

It's not the end of the dynasty!

Emperor Jianwu was only able to prosper the great cadres, the court and China were full of talents, and the army was strong and strong.

The only one who can be called an opponent is the Mobei grassland barbarians, but with the continuous rise of the national strength of the Great Qian, it is only a matter of time before the horse steps on the Golden Horde of the Wolf King.

However, in this era of competition and vitality, there are many drawbacks that feudal dynasties should have.

Corrupt officials, unjust, false and wrongful cases, killing good people and impersonating merits, selling official positions......

"It has only been more than 30 years since the founding of the country, and there are so many ills, with the accumulation of time, and a change of dynasty after a few hundred years, can Daqian still produce a lord of Sixing?"

"But it has nothing to do with me, even if one day the big dry is gone, we can still eat with an iron rice bowl!"

Li Ping'an is not self-comforting, when his grandfather was an undertaker, it coincided with the drastic changes in the world.

The anti-thieves broke through Kyoto and set the country name as Wei, and the grandfather changed into the Xuan-colored soap scarf of the Great Wei on duty, and within a few years, Emperor Jianwu rebuilt the Great Qian, so he changed back to the Tibetan blue short fight of the Great Qian.

Grandpa told from personal experience that the mortuary was very busy in those years, and the officials in the capital died four or five times!

Li Ping'an kept comforting himself, we are just a mortuary, we can't take care of anything, we can't eat without touching the corpse, and we can't practice martial arts.

"I've assimilated the times after all!"

In just one year, a young man who was originally born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, with faith and morality, has become a ruthless official.

That same evening.

Li Ping'an woke up from the nightmare a few times, only to feel that the room was gloomy.

After all, the death is so tragic, who will be resentful, and may turn into a fierce ghost to seek revenge.

"You have to clean up the corpses quickly, and when the three days are up, they will be buried immediately!"

……

Early the next morning.

Li Ping'an went to Dongshi to exchange money and passed through Qianyuan Street.

The floor has been washed, and the doors of the shops on the left and right are closed, and I don't know if I dare not come out, or if the whole family is dead.

Looking closely at the brick cracks in the corners, there are still black and red blood stains.

The cold wind blew and crept in through the seams of the placket.

Li Ping'an shuddered, quickly quickened his pace, and turned a corner and walked the path.

"In the future, if you don't have to, you can't go to Qianyuan Street!"

The East Market is located between Pingkang Fang and Changle Fang, and its prosperity is far less than that of the West Market, after all, the goods sold by the shop are expensive, and the target customers are also the nobles of the East City.

There is a lot less foot traffic, but there is no less money to be made.

For example, Li Ping'an's Treasure Pavilion, which often sells goods, does not know who the owner behind it is, on the surface it is an ordinary pawnshop, and the real profitable business is to sell stolen goods.

No matter who the seller is, regardless of where the thing comes from, you dare to sell the treasure pavilion and dare to accept it.

The things that Li Ping'an touched the corpse belonged to the hidden income of the mortuary, but the law of Daqian had the crime of destroying the corpse, which was similar to the crime of humiliating the corpse in later generations.

The ancients died like life, and no one wanted to be disemboweled.

Therefore, the income obtained by the undertaker touching the corpse belongs to the unspoken rules under the table, strictly speaking, stolen goods!

Officials in other positions, such as jailers, scribes, catchers, etc., all have similar incomes and need to be exchanged for silver through secure channels.

Selling stolen goods is really something that ordinary pawnshops can't do.

Treasure Pavilion is one of the leaders, steadily selling stolen goods for more than ten years, never had an accident, the only disadvantage is that it is three or four percent lower than the market price.

Li Ping'an entered the Treasure Pavilion with a familiar way, and after a while, he came out with a silver ticket, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Or power comes fast money!"

"We worked hard to touch the corpse, we were frightened, and the big head made the family earn!"

Return to the mortuary.

Looking at the corpses covered with arrow wounds, Li Ping'an comforted himself again, no matter how the Treasure Pavilion made money, he had to vomit it all when the dynasty changed.

The money earned by power will eventually be confiscated by the new power!

"It's still safe for us to eat in this iron rice bowl!"

Li Ping'an admires Brother Xun more and more, in any world, in any era, in any class, the spiritual victory method will never go out of style.

Around the hour.

It was already dark.

There was a knock on the door in the mortuary, and the jailer Shi San shouted at the top of his voice.

"Xiao Anzi, open the door quickly, I'm here to deliver the mat!"

Li Ping'an was cooking, and when he heard the voice, he hurriedly opened the door: "It's so late, the third uncle is still tired, and it's not too late for Ming'er to send it again." ”

"This one is expedited."

Shi San dragged the straw mat from the cart, carried it into the door with Li Ping'an, and found a free place to throw it down.

Lifted the straw mat and looked at it, the bloody corpses stained the prison uniform red, not to mention the cause of death, it must have been suicide in fear of crime.

After a closer look, it turned out to be an acquaintance.

Li Ping'an's face changed: "This is not ......"

Shi San sighed helplessly: "The person who was directly arrested by the Zhenfu Division will be sent to the prison and that's it, otherwise you can still give Lao Zheng a decent look." ”

The deceased was none other than Zheng Chapa.

The person who committed suicide in fear of sin was finally committed suicide by fear of sin.