I am immortal in history

The twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Caishikou.

The prisoners knelt in a row, and the executioner waved his knife to behead them.

His head rolled to the ground, and blood spurted out for several feet, staining the bluestone ground red.

The people hailed your majesty as long live and the court as wise.

Life is not easy for the common people this winter. First there is a snowstorm, then there are birthdays, and finally we see the heads of corrupt officials beheaded, so we don’t have to suffer through the New Year.

Li Ping'an mingled in the crowd and couldn't figure out why the people were happy.

The money embezzled by officials ultimately comes from the sheep, and now even if it is beheaded, it will never be returned.

Suffer the people, kill corrupt officials, and let the court gain all the dignity and face!

After listening for a moment, it suddenly dawned on me.

The cheers are loud when a high-ranking official is killed, and the cheers are low when a low-ranking official is killed. It turns out that the common people simply like to watch the official's head beheaded.

This is due to the fundamental opposition between classes. Who makes us not officials?

The heads were chopped off quickly, and the people dispersed without any satisfaction. Li Ping'an hurriedly pushed the cart to collect the bodies.

Today's prisoners are not ordinary, they are all officials.

Before the charges were decided, the jailers served them well and well, but they didn't dare to search their bodies until the names were confirmed, so there was a lot of money left behind.

There is no need to worry about the revenge of the clan members who have violated the official position. It can range from being exiled for three thousand miles to being on the road the day after tomorrow.

"The head of the household department is rich..."

"The fifth-rank official, the greatest today..."

"A head with gold teeth, where is the body?"

Li Ping'an picked up the head and glanced around. He saw Wu Er, the undertaker of Xingqingfang, dragging the headless corpse and looking for where the head was.

"Second uncle, connect!"

"Eh."

Wu Er reached out to take the head, turned it around in a circle, and threw it onto the cart.

The mourners nearby applauded, and everyone hated these corrupt officials. They were completely different from the previous treatment of the Nine Tribes.

Normally I wouldn’t dare to provoke him, but now everyone is stepping on him!

Whoever was wrongly accused deserves to be punished, and the people have a clear conscience.

Li Ping'an pushed the trolley back to the mortuary. After touching the corpse, he left it to dry and did not sew the head of the corrupt officials. It was a good thing that they could not be reincarnated.

In the next few days, prisoners beheaded every day.

Until New Year's Eve, the blood in Caishikou had not dried and had condensed into a thick layer of red scab.

Lunar New Year's eve.

When the time comes.

The sound of crackling firecrackers came from the street.

The spirit of the New Year is very strong in this era. No matter how poor the people are, they will tear off a few feet of cloth, have a New Year's Eve dinner, and buy a few strings of firecrackers to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

Mortuary yard.

There were no firecrackers, no family, no friends, only Li Pingan was alone.

Just like last year, I cooked dumplings stuffed with pork and green onions.

Li Ping'an filled the wine glass, saluted to the moon, and then sprinkled the wine in the courtyard.

He picked up a dumpling from the plate and ate it in his mouth. It was so hot that he let out a sigh of relief, and shed tears in the hazy mist.

"Another year!"

…

The next day.

It was already afternoon when Li Pingan woke up from drunkenness.

After resting for a while, I heated up the leftover dumplings from yesterday and ate them. It was already evening.

"On the first day of the Lunar New Year, it's appropriate to... criticize!"

Li Ping'an closed the door and locked it, and walked down the street with his hands in his hands.

The shops on both sides of the street were lit with red lanterns, and red gauze was hung on the doors and windows. A series of red shadows of candlelight looked quite festive.

Soon we arrived at Chunfeng Tower.

I could smell the powder from a distance and hear the girl's delicate laughter.

"Uncle, come and play!"

As soon as Li Ping'an entered the door, he felt that the temperature had risen a lot, and the warmth was thick. It was like a change of season from the cold weather outside.

Everyone on the first floor ordered a bottle of wine and watched the girls dancing on the stage.

I drank slowly for half an hour and only drank half a bottle. Who comes to the bar just to drink?

The girl dancing on the stage has been changed. The madam introduced her as the courtesan from the year before last, whose name was Fufu. As soon as she came on stage, she attracted cheers from the guests.

I heard a customer next to me boast that the price of Miss Fufu's comb was one thousand taels of gold.

After combing the hair, it took a thousand taels of silver to stay overnight. Now one year has passed, and it only takes a hundred taels to spend the spring night together.

“Buy early and enjoy early, and get a discount if you buy late?”

Li Ping'an noticed Miss Su who was accompanying the dancer, summoned the maid to put down a piece of silver, and rewarded her by name.

The maid reminded: "Miss Su only dances, not receives guests."

"Know."

Li Ping'an had made two fortunes in recent days, and he easily took out twenty-two large rewards to help Su Mingyuan get his beautiful wife back as soon as possible.

The maid handed the silver to Miss Su and whispered a few words.

Miss Su's eyes flashed. She had rarely received such a large amount of income since she stopped accepting customers.

He walked off the stage to Li Ping'an's table, made a blessing, picked up the wine flask, filled the cup, and drank three cups in a row.

"Thank you, sir."

"..."

Li Ping'an wanted to say, take the money and don't drink from me.

According to the rules of Chunfeng Lou when listening to music, there must be wine or a fruit plate in front of the seat. Li Ping'an, who is cash-strapped, would only order a pot of the cheapest Zhuyeqing.

There was not much wine to begin with, and after three glasses it was almost empty.

"It's a loss, it's a loss."

Li Ping'an watched the dancing again, and the maid asked twice about the wine, and left Chunfeng Tower with a little regret.

The days are short in winter and the sky is already dark.

The biting cold wind whistled and howled, blowing on the face and chilling the bones. Across the high threshold, it seemed like two different worlds from the warm interior of the building.

Li Ping'an tightened his clothes and walked home with his hands clasped and his head shrunken.

On the way, I saw a black figure huddled in the corner. When I got closer, I found that it was a refugee who had frozen to death.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, I only wore single clothes and played bunt.

The refugee was holding a child in his arms. Because he was so skinny, his gender and age could not be determined. Even if he tried his best to keep the child warm and sheltered, he would end up freezing to death on the street. Looking at his dead eyes, he might be cursing God before he died.

The dark, skinny corpses, large and small, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net and the festive red lanterns on the street, together form a twisted and harmonious picture.

Li Ping'an looked up and saw the sky was filled with clouds, and it was going to snow again in the capital.

"Let's not steal Uncle Zhuzi's food."

I walked non-stop, as if I didn't notice that the road was frozen to death.

…

The fifth day of the first lunar month welcomes the God of Wealth.

Shops are open for business.

Noon.

Li Ping'an took the belongings found from the prisoner's corpse and went to Jubao Pavilion to exchange money.

When passing through Qianyuan Street, I glanced at the section where the Forbidden Army massacred people, and saw that it had returned to its usual bustle.

It's just that the Zhao's pawnshop became the Qian's restaurant, the Sun's inn became the Li's grain store, and the teahouse also changed its sign and turned into a clothing store.

It was noisy and bustling with people.

Only one month has passed, and no trace is left.

Li Pingan looked at the people coming and going, and always felt that their expressions were stiff and pale, and their voices were erratic and unclear.

"This clear sky is not haunted by ghosts, is it?"

While he was hesitating, his chest and clothes suddenly felt hot. The exorcism talisman he had received from the City God's Temple spontaneously ignited without fire and turned into black and gray powder in the blink of an eye.

Li Ping'an turned around and ran away without any hesitation, bypassing two markets and then turning back to the East Market.

We don’t want to mess with any monsters, monsters or beauties.

The female ghosts in the storybook are beautiful and infatuated. These are just the imagination of scholars, especially poor scholars. In reality, there is a high probability that they will be drained of their yang energy.

Furthermore, the female ghost only loves handsome scholars, keeping the good-looking ones and eating the old and ugly ones.

Who knows how many people Nie Xiaoqian ate before she met Ning Caichen!

Li Ping'an knew that he had an ordinary appearance and was still a humble official, so he was not qualified to live by his reputation.