On the twenty-fourth day of July, three o'clock in the unitary hour, Beizhen was ordered.

It has been two days since Jialou's god of war Fu Yuye's visit to Chang'an.

The old servant, who was over the age of the ear, carefully wrapped a few items in cloth, which were passed from his master's master to his master, and then to him by his master, who was decades older than him, and now mottled and old, but most convenient to use.

He had only examined two corpses, a butcher, a farmer, and a woman, and before he could examine them, it was already dark. The light at this time was not suitable for an autopsy, and although he knew the results without an autopsy, he was careful with his lifelong craftsmanship and did not allow him to relax at any time.

That is disrespectful to the dead.

So he packed up his fellows, went to his lodgings for dinner, and waited until it was completely dark in the evening, and then lit a special lighting candle for the autopsy, and finished the last job of the day.

The afterglow of the sunset was too bright to shine on the dead people, and the corpses looked alive.

That's not a good thing.

Thinking like this, the old man laughed at himself, and the dead were more angry than himself.

He wrapped a linen face towel and covered an ugly old face tightly, and then slowly walked towards Tongyifang.

It is said that even if you have money, you are not allowed to live in a bustling city like Tongyifang. But this small mansion was given by the new court and rewarded to him. He remembered that he was about to return to his self-built hut outside the city after the autopsy that day, but was stopped by the young general Wei and taken all the way to this exquisite courtyard with red bricks and green tiles. Although in addition to the thick bricks and tiles, it is not very magnificent, but for people who have lived in the thatched hut that has been leaking from the wind and rain for decades, this small courtyard that looks solid is more luxurious than the Taiji Palace.

He has been a slave all his life, and his dream is to have a good coffin when he dies. If there is really no good coffin, a thin-skinned coffin is also wanted. He was most afraid that when he was dying, he would only have a roll of straw mats and throw his corpse into the wilderness.

After all, his master was thrown into a mass grave like this back then. In the end, he took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the middle of the night, secretly pulled back the master's body, and dug a pit to bury it.

He is a puppet, even if the young General Wei always likes to tout him as the best puppet in Chang'an when he is drinking with him, he is just a puppet.

While his thoughts wandered, he walked back to his small courtyard, and instead of pushing the door, he knocked on the door three times.

Then a hearty voice came from the courtyard: "The master is back." ”

The unlocked wooden door was pushed open from the inside out, and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy went out to help the old man inside.

Dishes and chopsticks and a plate of peanuts had been placed on the simple wooden table in the courtyard, and the young man helped the old man to sit down, and then ran quickly to the house, bringing out two bowls of steaming rice bran, which were covered with pickled and flavored radishes, and the old man's bowl was obviously much more radish than in the young man's bowl.

The old man smiled kindly and took out an egg from his arms, which was covered in his heart, still warm, and stretched out his hand to hand it to the young man.

The young man was already accustomed to such a scene, skillfully peeled off the egg shell, divided it into two halves, put the big half into the old man's bowl, and said, "Master, there is something I don't know whether to talk about or not." ”

The old man simply reversed his bowl with the young man's bowl, handed the bowl of eggs and radish to the young man and said, "If you are out of the house, you should not talk about it when you don't talk about it, and since you are at home, you should talk about it when you don't talk about it." ”

The young man was obviously quite clever, and he was not dizzy by the old man's words, so he said: "Brother Wang in Chang'an Wei is on duty today, he is drunk, I met him on the road, and he pulled him and said a lot of drunken words. He said that there was no reward for the daily chickens in the imperial court, and the eggs that the master brought back every day were all bought by General Xiu out of his own pocket. ”

The old man picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, and only after swallowing did he say, "Master knows." ”

The young man said again: "Even this small courtyard was purchased at the expense of General Xiu. ”

The old man said, "I know it too." Therefore, this small courtyard is more precious than the Taiji Palace. Taiji Palace was snatched from the hands of the people, but this small courtyard was given by others. ”

The young man said: "The master told me since I was a child that our work is a cheap business, and even future generations will be implicated, one cannot see people in the daytime, two cannot intermarry with the people, three cannot study and become scholars, and four cannot enter the court as an official. Even if it is passed on to a clean white family, it must be so. But when I met the official master of Chang'anwei on weekdays, no one looked down on me, but often dragged me to drink with them. Nowadays, our Chang'an Wei steward, the general of Sanpinwei, not only never puts an official in front of us to play prestige, but also gives us a chicken house, this treatment, I am afraid that those dashing scholars have never had. ”

The young man was most envious of those who read books, reading poems that he couldn't understand, shaking his head and swaggering through the market, and there would always be some young women hiding their faces and peeking behind him. He also hopes that one day, he can hold a book in one hand and a fan in the other, walk on the street and mutter his own ambiguous nonsense, and be peeked at by the daughter of the old shopkeeper of the cloth village.

But he was an apprentice, an orphan, and was picked up by his master since he was a child. The children who were raised can only do it, and even if it is passed on to a good family, they can only do it.

Dealing with ghosts and gods every day is not a matter of bathing wormwood a few times to wash away the bad luck on your body.

But he doesn't complain about his master, everything is his choice, and he doesn't regret it.

His name is Ma Fengtao, his original surname was Huang, and after worshipping the master, he followed the rules of the old horse lineage and changed his surname to Ma.

He was also a servant, a servant who was committed to settling the aftermath of the dead.

The old man listened to the young man's unintentional words, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This child has a delicate mind, a copy of "Ma's Record of Clearing Grievances" can be memorized backwards at the age of seven, and the exorcism techniques handed down by the ancestor are also learned. Just like what I thought when I first met him that year, this kid will have something to do whether he is practicing martial arts and joining the army, or studying and becoming a soldier. Now practicing the art of ghosts and gods is really a pearl.

Seeing that the old man fell into contemplation again, the young man didn't know if he had said the wrong thing, and remembered a few romantic words that he had learned from the foreign scholar during the day, so he shook his head and recited: "To be born in this world, all kinds of benefits are also a pillow of yellow sorghum. Cultivating to the gods, a thousand years behind him, and a few glasses of green wine. ”

He always likes to recite these crepe words to make the master happy, he thinks the master likes it, but he doesn't know that the master thinks he likes it, so he always praises with a smile.

Today's only 28 words can still make the master feel comfortable, his face softened, and he smiled and said: "If our Ah Tao participates in the imperial examination, he will definitely be able to become the champion." ”

Ah Tao said: "What's so strange about the champion, it's just that he looks handsome on a horse." The champion seeks the welfare of the people, or seeks a city to live and work in peace and contentment, or seeks a song and dance to promote peace. Where can we compare to our work, and seek a universal Qingming. There is no champion, and there are a lot of officials in charge. If we hadn't done it, not to mention that the Zhen'an Order couldn't investigate the case, those terrible ghosts would have gnawed Chang'an all over the ground. Master, you see, there is a champion every four years, and I have lived for more than ten years, but I have seen you, a big man, and a little man. ”

The old man laughed and said, "Ah Tao always makes so much sense when he speaks. ”

On the surface, he was pleasant, but in his heart, he was secretly thinking, should he beg the general to find a serious job for Ah Tao.

As the sun sets, night falls.

After eating, Lao Zuozuo sat on the bench in the courtyard, enjoying the sunset, until the moon hung on Qiongyu, and then went back to the house to take out the cloth bag containing the autopsy utensils, said hello to Ah Tao, and prepared to return to Beizhen Anling.

There was also a female body that had not been examined.

When the old man pushed open the courtyard door, he made a "crunch" sound, turned back inexplicably, and looked at the courtyard. It just so happened that Ah Tao also cleaned up the kitchen, walked into the courtyard to set up tables and chairs, and looked up to meet the old man's gaze.

The two looked at each other like this for a moment, and Ah Tao suddenly smiled and said, "Master, have you forgotten what you brought?" I'll get it for you." ”

The old man muttered, "It's nothing." ”

Turning to leave, still talking to himself on the way.

"I didn't ...... Gone......"

I was in a trance all the way, and when I walked to the gate of Beizhen Anling, I suddenly came back to my senses.

"He should be a general, or a champion. The old man still chattered, "General Xiu is a good person, even if the little old man's face is worthless, General Xiu will be merciful and let Ah Tao join Chang'anwei......"

As he walked, he thought about how to open his mouth to Xiu Yanzhuan, and before he knew it, he had already entered the resting place.

Suddenly there was some reluctance in my heart, I depended on each other for ten years, what if I was a teenager.

Do you want to leave Chang'an......

Nowadays, the atmosphere of the Great Zhou Dynasty is not as constrained by etiquette and religion as there are so many times in Shura, which always makes the old man feel angry, and the old man feels that the people in Chang'an Weili regard him as a human being.

Ah Tao will not be used to it without the old man's nagging.

Will you be lazy and stop studying?

Hehe, don't do it, what kind of dead man's book do you read, it's better not to read it.

It's better not to read it.

If the old man dies, will Ah Tao remember to collect the body of the little old man.

Don't remember, it's not all a scorched earth on a mass grave as the final destination.

Don't miss Ah Tao's future.

Don't mistake Ah Tao......

The old man was absent-minded, but he didn't notice that there was no one on the wooden board where the female corpse should have been lying.

Then I suddenly felt that my chest was soaked, and when I looked down, my chest was red and stained, and the blood was not stopping.

In a trance, dressed in white, he drifted away......

At the last moment, the old man finally said that sentence.

Don't mistake Ah Tao......