Lin Shou looked at the silver all over the floor and thought to himself that he had become a money printing machine and spread coins everywhere.

This is really interesting to make silver by making paper into paper.

The money that was made of money seemed to be real money and silver, and it was the same as official silver. Even if you got it, you could not tell the difference.

But if it is really just like this, then Lin Shou would be equivalent to "one technique of financial freedom". How could there be such a good thing as a pie falling from the sky?

As soon as he snapped his fingers, silver ingots were everywhere, sparks of fired into blue smoke, leaving no trace of ash.

Lin Shou felt a slight feeling in his heart, a clear mind and few desires, no desires and no desires, and the greed in his heart was burned clean.

This is the technique of making silver with paper, which is the method of greed and quarrel.

Breaking the greed in people's hearts into money and burning them clean with fire is actually a way to cultivate one's own nature.

What if you say that this greed and quarrel is not burned, what if you use it?

Greedy in silver will cause disaster, and there will be great danger.

...

The sky is dim and the bang is about to hit the fifth update.

The breakfast stall in Caishikou has left the street, and Lin Shou has also left the corpse shop and went to run around the execution ground where he is beheaded in the morning. Diligent exercise is beneficial to his health.

This scene made the neighbors and neighbors look back in fear and thought to themselves that the little fool who was sewing the corpse shop had another epilepsy.

After the morning run, I found a breakfast stall, bought soy milk and oil cakes, sat down to eat, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the boss of the breakfast stall, and looked familiar.

Tsk, I remembered it.

This is not the chef of Gao Yuanwai’s house.

The body that Lin Shou had sewned on the night before, Gao Yuanwai, who killed a girl in the middle of the night in Changchun Township, was caught by the chef at home during the murder, and reported to the official to arrest him, and convicted him and sentenced him to death.

After Gao Yuanwai died, his family declined and he disbanded the servant Ku Ding. The cook was unemployed and later set up a breakfast stall at the Caishikou to sell oil cakes. He was then met by Lin Shou by chance.

The events in the revolving lantern are not stories, but big and small things that are happening every day inside and outside the capital, and are the days that ordinary people live every day.

This accidental encounter made Lin Shou realize that although the capital is big, the world is composed of people after all, and he and the people he had met in the lantern were not connected with.

...

After eating the fried crispy and delicious oil cakes, I drank a steaming bowl of soy milk and was filled with my stomach.

Lin Shou wiped his mouth and took a picture of the triple copper plate. This was the food fee sent by the Funeral Corpse Department to the corpse sewing man. It was a little tight every month, but it was enough.

As time goes by, it is time for someone to pick up the corpse in the sewing shop. Lin Shou was about to lift his butt back.

I was staggering in the alley next to me, and walked out with a flash of steps, and was walking to the middle of Caishikou Street.

Lying on the ground, he died.

The great scenery was in the capital. In broad daylight, he died suddenly in the street and exposed his body to the downtown area, but the surrounding market was indifferent, as if he was already numb to this scene.

Lin Shou looked at the dead man with a garbled face, shaped like a withered zombie, his body had been hollowed out, and he knew in his heart that he was smoking to death by smoking smoke.

People in turbulent times have low lives, and there are scenes of people dying inside and outside the capital. People who smoke smoke to death, and those who have no money and hungry at home find a rope to hang them. It is common to be commonplace.

Look, there is an old crutch who is slitting the felt hat on the dead body. It is almost winter when autumn passes, so this warm thing is useful.

Wait, this cripple looks familiar. Isn’t this the corpse-sewing man from the No. 6 sewing shop?

Lin Shou had seen this man several times, and I remember that this old lame man had to be young for a year and had a very strong life and nothing happened.

Lin Shou looked at the corpses across the street and the people who took off the corpses, lamenting that the great scenery was prosperous and prosperous, and the people were simple.

Then he went back to his own corpse shop.

...

Wang Zupi's body was taken away by the government officials and buried it in a mass grave. This shameless rogue was obviously not very popular and no one held a funeral for him.

But even so, everything is simple, and the government is also responsible for the complete process of sewing corpses and burying them.

Lin Shou has always been surprised by this. He attached too much importance to funeral ceremonies here. Even corpses without relatives will be held responsible for sending them to sew corpses into coffins and burials.

Although everything is simple, it is a mess of rotten wooden coffins and cemeteries, the funeral ceremony is indeed complete, just like if something will happen if this burial process is not complete.

The Imperial Hospital’s explanation for this is to prevent corpse plague, and this statement of fooling the people obviously deceives ordinary people.

Lin Shou didn't think that sewing arms and legs on the corpse and painting makeup can be considered as a means of epidemic prevention. If you really want to prevent the epidemic, you will burn it.

Lin Shou shook his head. There is too little information now, so he should just lie dormant in this corpse shop to develop and slowly explore the secrets of this world.

No bodies were sent tonight.

It is a happy thing to put other people sew corpses. Sewing corpses is risky. It is a good thing to live one Christmas Eve for one more day.

But this is not the case with Lin Shou.

He was still looking forward to a record of corpses selling corpses. If there was no corpse, there would be no profit. The business ability of the Funeral Corpse Department was not very good.

In the middle of the night, Lin Shou lay on the mortal slump, feeling that he was losing money.

Just as I was thinking, I suddenly heard the sound of a bird's beak pecking at the door outside the door, and the shrill obituary echoed in the night in the capital:

"The number six corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse sewing corpse

The corpse sewing shop was dead again.

Lin Shou heard the birds crying outside when he heard the death toll outside, and he was clever and sat up from the cold.

It’s not because the corpse sewing people died again. It’s normal for the corpse sewing people to die in the corpse shop, and I’m used to it.

The problem is that I have only seen the dead Shop No. 6 this morning. Is it a coincidence that the lame old man with a felt hat on the dead man?

...

The next day, it was dawn and the ghost was baring his teeth.

Lin Shou got up from the cold collapse early, raised the door panel, and went out the corpse shop. He walked along the street of Caishikou to Shop No. 6.

The two officials of the Funeral Corps Department were already there, and the two were the last time they dealt with Shop No. 20.

The two of them still remember Lin Shou. After all, they had seen him the day before yesterday. When they saw him from afar, they called him to come and help.

The old process was familiar with the road, and a pot of hot and hot dog blood was poured into the cauldron shop. Lin Shou took his head and glanced at the shop.

The old lame man's body was lying in the shop, his head was covered with blood, and his entire scalp was connected to the skull, disappearing.

A single corpse is empty on the cold collapse.

"Shop No. 6, no body was assigned last night."

The two officials said outside the door.

This person was not involved in the sewing of the body.

Lin Shou felt thoughtful when he heard this. He looked at his bloody head and carefully searched in the corpse shop. Sure enough, he couldn't find the felt hat that the old lame man had taken yesterday.

"Official, I saw something yesterday, I don't know if it has anything to do with it..."

“But it’s okay.”

Lin Shou talked about the fact that he saw this old lame man breaking a felt hat to death at the breakfast stall yesterday.

When the two officials heard that there was still this matter, they seemed to understand immediately and asked Lin Shou to lead the way to find the dead family.

Lin Shou took two officials' eyes to find Hu. The family was building a mourning shed to do funerals. The body was parked in the coffin. The person died of smoking cigarettes. There was no wound on the body, so there was no need to send it to the corpse shop.

Lin Shou took his head and saw that the felt hat that should have been stripped away by the old lame man was wearing it on the head of the corpse.

The officials of the Funeral Corps Department complained about offending them, and they smoothed their official uniforms with one hand as if they could use their official body to block the evil spirits, and the other hand they used to lift the felt hat of the corpse.

Under the felt hat, a bloody skull attached to the scalp was exposed, which was the skull that was thrown by the cripple.
Chapter completed!