Secret Talent At The Beginning, Burning Corpses Can Make You Stronger

After the two finished eating, they left Tangji restaurant one after the other.

Xu Changshou's face was aching, and the knife in his hand was gone.

Where did it go?

He's locked up in a restaurant, even if he was beaten to death, it would cost eight taels of silver to invite Qin He, an idiot, to have breakfast.

The one who suffers is noodles, if he eats meat, he will lose his entire family.

"Master, why don't you take me back, my little one?"

Seeing Xu Changshou's constipated face, Qin He was so embarrassed that he didn't stop the car when he had a seizure.

"No, you go back and rest, see you later."

Xu Changshou quickly waved his hand, good guy, are you sending me back? If my enthusiastic father keeps you for lunch again, will the old Xu family be able to survive?

"Then...you go, sir, next time we will eat steamed buns instead, as steamed buns are cheaper."

Xu Changshou staggered and walked quickly.

...

The canal wharf in the early morning is always bustling, no matter how poor the people's livelihood of the Dali Dynasty is, it will not affect this golden waterway.

Qin He patted his belly and walked back slowly. The breakfast gave him another five years of internal energy, plus the five years last time, a total of ten years of internal energy.

He was curious about the level of ten years, and when he saw a cattle post by the side of the road, he secretly slapped it with his inner strength.

"Boom!"

Gravel splashed, and the stone pile as thick as a thigh was broken into seven or eight pieces.

Qin He was startled, looked around, covered his face and ran away quickly.

The shopkeeper of the cattle shop heard the sound and ran out, not knowing what was going on. Looking left and right, he found that the stakes that tied the cattle had been broken into a pile of stones, and angrily cursed, "Which bastard did it, you are so wicked and smoking!"

...

The crematorium during the day is far less lively than at night.

There was only one gate guard left on the official post. Most of the cremators went back to their respective rooms to sleep and rest after breakfast. Outsiders would not come to this unlucky place, and they did not raise poultry or livestock, so the crematorium was extraordinarily quiet during the day. .

Three or five cremators leaned against the base of the wall lazily drying their lice.

Qin He, who had increased his energy for ten years, didn't feel tired at all, so he walked over and leaned against the wall together.

When they saw Qin He, they finally felt angry.

Because someone among them saw him in the morning, Xu Changshou led Qin He into Tangji Restaurant.

Fifteen cents a day's food was barely enough for the cremators to eat, and they couldn't even imagine a place like Tangji Restaurant.

"Qin Wazi, did Xu Changshou invite you to drink?" The one who spoke was Old Liangtou, who was skinny and the oldest among the cremators. He had been in the crematorium for a while. Eyes shine.

"No wine." Qin He shook his head sincerely.

"The restaurant doesn't serve alcohol, so what do you eat?"

Old Liangtou looked a little disappointed, as if Qin He would be satisfied as long as he had a drink.

"Noodles with shredded pork."

"It's a pity, ouch." Lao Liang shook his head and lay down again.

"What's so good about wine is meat." The cremator Liu Sanjin came over and asked with a smile, "Wait Qin, what kind of meat did you eat?"

Qin He froze for a moment, then shook his head: "I ate it too fast, so I didn't pay attention."

"Hey, you don't even watch meat, it's a shame." Liu Sanjin looked regretful.

"It's in your stomach, don't waste it." Qin He patted his stomach and grinned.

He really didn't taste what kind of meat it was, the ingredients in this time and space were quite different from the time and space it came from.

Not to mention the meat, even the noodles are not the same taste.

"Qin Wazi, didn't you get five taels of silver last time, why didn't you leave this damn place?" The cremator who spoke last was called Li Laizi, one leg was lame for some reason, and he walked jerkily British.

"Zou is, staying here will kill you sooner or later, maybe there is still a way out if you venture out." Liu Sanjin agreed.

Qin He smiled and didn't speak.

The current crematorium is a precious place to him, how could he leave.

Give a dragon chair and don't change it.

"In this world, human life is like grass. There is no way to survive. They are all short-lived ghosts. They die early and rebirth early." Lao Liang turned his head and changed his posture, and whispered: "If I had known it, I would have died in my hometown. A fallen leaf returns to its roots, now it’s healed, and when it dies, it will be a lonely ghost.”

Several cremators looked at Old Liangtou, but fell silent.

They are all refugees from far away places, wandering to other places in order to survive, and when they arrive, they are just waiting to die.

Qin He looked up at the sky. It hadn't rained in the capital for half a year, and the sun was shining brightly every day, and the vast north was full of chills.

There is no shortage of water in the canal, but more and more refugees indicate that the world is becoming more and more difficult. The government servants push carts all over the street early every morning, carrying out one after another emaciated corpses from the corners.

When the cart was full, it was dragged to a mass grave for burial.

Although Qin He has never experienced fleeing from famine, he still has the tragic memory of fleeing from famine in his predecessor.

More than 300 people from the huge Qin family migrated from the west of Shanxi. Most of them died when they met officers and soldiers on the road, half of them died when they met rebels, and half of them died when they met bandits. Then they died of starvation, thirst, and exhaustion on the road. , was killed and eaten meat to death... He was the only one who finally reached the capital.

"Well, if you have money, you must eat a good meal of meat, all meat, and it will be worth it if you die the next day after eating." After a long time, Liu Sanjin muttered.

"Wine is the essence of food. If you eat meat without wine, you will be lonely." Old Liangtou retorted.

"You old drunkard, if you have the ability, you can learn from Li Lizi and save up copper coins to buy wine. You don't have the guts."

"Money hurts your life, that's courting death."

"..."

The two bickered again.

Qin He looked at Li Zizi, it was a "very bold" thing to save copper coins in the crematorium.

People are cheap and fate is hard, and for the cremator, money is an ominous thing that destroys fate.

They are born poor and evil, unable to bear wealth, and will die if they get rich.

Therefore, all the fifteen copper coins that the cremators receive every day will be exchanged for food, and no one will be kept, for fear that the money will hurt their lives and be thrown by the corpse.

Qin He has always abided by this rule before, and spent all his fifteen renminbi every day. He was a little curious about what Liu Laizi wanted to do with the courage to save up copper coins.

"Hey, I just figured it out. I've never tasted a woman until I die, and my whole life is a waste of time. I've inquired about it. You can buy it once for fifty yuan at the old alley. I save five yuan a day. Ten days is enough."

Li Zizi rubbed his hands unnaturally, his face turned red, and he laughed.

"How many days away?" Qin He asked.

Cripple Li raised one hand, "Five days".

"almost."

Qin He nodded.

At this moment, Li Lizi's face was shining with the brilliance of desperately fighting for the continuation of the human species, as pure as the Virgin.

Old alley, fifty cents.

Qin He silently remembered it in his heart.

...

Spent the day lazily.

When it was getting dark, the corpses to be burned were brought into the crematorium again.

The officials distributed the corpses, closed and locked the doors one by one, and started working.

The body assigned to Qin He was brought into the room by Xu Changshou.

Xu Changshou's face was a little serious, "Be careful tonight, burn this corpse, and give you a free day tomorrow."

Qin He's heart skipped a beat, these words indicated that the corpse was ominous.

This is also the rule of the crematorium. If you encounter some dangerous corpses, if they are successfully cremated, you can have a "bye" day the next day.

In the past, Ma Tuzi usually had a bye every ten days and a half months.

After Ma Tuzi died, he found himself here.

Xu Changshou didn't say much, left the body behind and locked the door and left.

Qin He let out a breath, slowly lifted the shroud, and couldn't help but pause.

Good guy, Ma Tuzi.