I am immortal in history

Summer is hot.

The cicadas chirp incessantly.

The mortuary was filled with a pungent, nauseating rotten odor.

The corpses in winter are hard, while the corpses in summer ooze with yellow soup. Pedestrians passing the morgue will cover their mouths and noses and speed up their pace.

"God is the master of the heart. To nourish the spirit, you must first nourish the heart..."

Li Ping'an sat cross-legged on the floor and read the Taoist scriptures aloud to the audience lying on his left and right sides.

The book is called "Qingwei Zhenren Lian Shen Lun", which is an annotation and discussion of the introductory classic "Nursing the Mind" written by Taoist sages a hundred years ago.

The annotations in the first half of the volume are easy to understand, just like the teacher is repeating what is said.

The second half of the volume discusses citing scriptures, diverging thinking, and cultivating the spirit to nourish the heart, and then proving that the body is the foundation of the spirit.

After reading it once, my heart felt a little relieved.

"Summer is so hard!"

Li Ping'an couldn't help complaining that when it gets cold in winter, he can put on more clothes, but in summer he still gets too hot even if he takes off his clothes.

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

For some corpses that died of disease or poisoning, toxic substances may be released as they decay, and the eunuch may be poisoned or infected with disease.

Therefore, few of the executioners have long lives. Their resistance is reduced due to old age and frailty, and they are prone to contracting diseases and dying.

This is a scientific explanation. According to the Yinmen profession, being an eunuch is to attract evil spirits, shorten your life, and damage your Yin virtues.

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

Refugees and beggars who are willing to work hard can work as part-time farmers, and even if they are lazy, they can still survive by eating leaves, grass and roots.

"It's a big loss for us! Winter is better..."

Li Ping'an silently calculated that since the beginning of summer, the number of buried corpses could not keep up with the consumption of longevity.

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

The money spent on practicing martial arts recently has begun to be spent on the capital saved by three generations.

While I was thinking, the door rang.

Li Ping'an hurriedly opened the door and saw Mr. Liu leading an old man.

Mr. Liu was already familiar with the stench of corpses. The old man covered his nose hard and frowned. He felt that the smell was worse than the latrines in the village.

"Sixth Master, what are you doing?"

"Xiao Anzi, I won't collect corpses from now on."

Master Liu looked a little sad. The iron rice bowl passed down from his ancestors had been cut off by him, and it would be difficult to bring it back in the future.

Only then did Li Ping'an notice that Mr. Liu was not wearing red and black linen clothes today.

Wearing a black velvet hat, a fine indigo satin gown, the buttons are pearls, and the leather boots are embroidered with exquisite patterns, which complement the patterns on the gown. It is obviously a set of custom-made clothes.

"Hey! Aren't you hot in the summer?"

Mr. Liu wiped the sweat from his head and said, "Of course it's hot, but Qingshan asked him to wear it like this, saying he would look rich and not embarrass him."

Li Ping'an sincerely praised: "Brother Qingshan is really prosperous!"

There have long been rumors that Wang Qingshan teamed up with a certain grain merchant to transport grain from the south to the capital.

On the one hand, he had capital and sales, and on the other hand, he had ships and force. He quickly made a lot of money and bought several ships from Zhao Longtou.

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

Master Liu showed pride on his face as he introduced the half-grown old man who was following him.

"This is Wang Erzhu from the same clan. He was born with a lame leg and cannot follow Qingshan on the boat. From now on, he will replace me as the corpse collector."

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

Most of the young people in Wangjia Village follow the boat to collect and transport grain. They gain experience when going out and earn more than farming.

Now that Mr. Liu has returned to the village, he is no longer the body collector that people dislike, but the Mr. Six who is sought after by everyone.

Li Ping'an asked: "Have you taught me all the rules?"

The body collector didn't understand the rules and violated a taboo. He threw the body into the morgue and left. The body was really blown up and the soul was released. Li Ping'an was also unlucky.

Liu Ye said: "I've given Er Zhu a lot of things, so there won't be any omissions."

"I will definitely do it well."

Wang Erzhu nodded repeatedly, left his hometown and entered the city for the first time, and spoke with a strong accent.

Li Ping'an smiled and said: "From now on, I will call you Uncle Zhuzhu, and I will pay you seven cents for a corpse."

"thanks, thanks."

When Uncle Zhuzhu heard that he had received two more pennies, he no longer felt the smell of the body was unpleasant. He just wanted to walk around the capital carrying the body on his back.

Master Liu took a deep look at Li Ping'an and did not say a word to remind him.

The two cents were not only to give him face, but also to test Wang Erzhu. If the news reached the ears of other executioners, the price would immediately drop back.

Master Liu didn't know that Li Ping'an had a third meaning.

Collecting one more corpse will increase your life expectancy by one day!

"Master Liu, go slowly and come back often."

Li Ping'an looked at Mr. Liu's back and couldn't help but sigh, he really is poor in literature and rich in martial arts!

Fuwu.

Not only can you practice martial arts if you have money, but you can also get rich by practicing martial arts.

Wang Qingshan earned more money in half a year than Mr. Liu could earn even if he carried corpses for ten lifetimes. He rose from a commoner to the property class in one day.

"We can't learn, so just keep doing it!"

Turn around and return to the mortuary.

soon.

The sound of reading aloud came again.

"Human beings are born with the combination of yin and yang... Any way to nourish the mind, the heart is like a baby, and the inner self is quiet..."

…

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

Li Ping'an reads, practices, touches corpses, and buries every day. Time flies so fast that spring and autumn pass in the blink of an eye.

The winter of thirty-eight years in Jianwu was colder than last year.

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

Three to four feet of heavy snow collapsed many houses, and homeless people froze to death in the streets.

The only orphans and widows left in the family were crying bitterly over the corpses of their parents, which made those who heard it sad and those who heard it shed tears.

There were also many whole families who froze to death, their green and black corpses huddled together, which made their relatives mourn.

There is no shortage of food for the wild dogs in the city. They will pull the corpses out of the snow and drag them away, licking them until they melt.

The Yamen quickly provided relief and must not affect His Majesty's birthday.

The corpse collector received the death order and had to clean up the corpses within three days, otherwise he would be punished for failure to provide disaster relief.

No longer caring about the rules of the vagina, he directly threw the corpses onto the cart, stacked them upside down, and took them to the mortuary together.

The court didn't know exactly how many people were frozen to death in this snowstorm. Maybe they would do a census after the disaster, or maybe they would report an imaginary number in the memorial.

For example, if more than a hundred people freeze to death, if thousands of people die, it means more than a hundred people die!

Your Majesty’s seventieth Christmas is approaching, so don’t let the number of people affected by the disaster affect your mood.

When the emperor is in a good mood, the officials will be in a good mood. Promoting harmony in the court can also be regarded as a strategy to help the country.

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

When I opened the door, I saw Uncle Zhuzi, trying hard to control the cart from tipping over.

There were too many corpses pulled on the cart, tied with hemp ropes, like bundles of weeds.

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

The mortuary was already filled with corpses. They were crowded with people and corpses were piled on top of each other. Each one was covered in bruises from the cold and had a weird smile on their face.

I have seen quite a few dead people in my past and present lives, but seeing hundreds of corpses staring at you and smiling makes Li Ping'an feel chilled in his heart.

"Let's pile it up in the courtyard for now."

Uncle Zhuzhu carried an adult's corpse and a child's corpse, limped to the yard, and placed them vertically from the edge.

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

Some are old and some are young, some are big and some are small. They should be holding each other to keep warm before freezing to death.

After unloading the pallet, Uncle Zhuzhu reminded: "The Yamen has issued an announcement that the body must be lain dormant for three days. Don't try to save trouble by burying it."

"I understand the rules."

Li Ping'an looked at the overcrowded mortuary, couldn't help but wipe the exorcism charm invited by the City God's Temple, and held the ancestral peach wood sword.

“How will future generations record this snow disaster?”

There are usually only a few words, such as "It snows heavily this year, and many people freeze to death", or "When it snows heavily, people and animals freeze to death, and pits and valleys are full", or "It snows several feet, and there is no calculation of the frozen dead."

Too much, too much, too much...

A few words are used lightly, but behind them are numerous corpses.

"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 bone-chilling coldness!"