The life simulator of the strange world

Chapter 19 The Coffin
Several people led the horse to the backyard and told the boy who fed the horse to feed the horse well. Then they entered the inn and found a seat in the lobby to sit down.

Zhu Qi and the others wore clawless dragon clothes, black armor, and standard weapons.

After a few people entered the lively inn, it fell silent instantly.

"My lords, please come inside!" The servant came over cautiously and said.

Long Yuxing didn't speak, and looked around calmly with his eyes, taking everyone's expressions into his eyes.

"Find two tables and order good wine and food!" Zhao Mao is more suitable for handling this situation.

"Yes, my lords, sit here!"

In the corner, there were two Eight Immortals tables next to each other, Zhu Qi, Long Yuxing, and Zhao Mao sat together, and the six Qimen old fried dough sticks who only had the ninth level of Martial Dao sat at the same table.

When chatting with Lao Sun, Lao Sun said that there are four kinds of people in Qimen.

The first type, like Zhu Qi, is talented and young, but has no mentoring, unwilling to be ordinary, and does not want to join a sect to tie his head on the waistband of other people's family business, so he decided to enter Qimen to seek The road to promotion in martial arts afterwards.

The second type is the disciples of the sect who want to take an official career, and the Lord Qianhu of Jianmu Mansion is this kind of person.

The third type is that there are people above, but for some reason, they have to enter Qimen to seek an official position, such as Baihu Du Zhou.

The fourth type of person has limited talent, no drive, and just wants to dawdle after joining Qimen after struggling, just like the six people at the other table.

The way is different and they don't conspire with each other, those six people only want to finish their duties, they are very naughty, and they don't want to come to flatter Long Yuxing's stinky feet.

Long Yuxing is not very old, and promotion to the general banner is a sure thing. At that time, the sky will be high and the emperor will be far away. Now, the relationship and the incense will not play much role at that time.

As Chen Rong said, people outside the Jianghu called the Qimen warriors imperial eagle dogs and black skins, but when Zhu Qi and others sat in the inn with big horses and golden swords, this group of Jianghu people were very honest. Only dare to whisper.

Soon the dishes will be on the table.

However, it was different from the TV series that Zhu Qi watched in his previous life. The meat served was chicken, but the wine was piping hot.

The main function of cattle is farming. No one dares to kill cattle. It is even more impossible to eat beef frequently as seen on TV in the previous life.

According to Dayan’s laws, killing cattle is also punished. Only in certain circumstances, such as cattle dying of old age or sickness, can beef be eaten, but beef cannot be included in recipes.

Although there are ghosts, monsters, warriors, and monks in this world, the development of ordinary society is still in the farming era, and wars are frequent everywhere. is a big problem.

Everyone is full of true energy, so there is no need to worry about the poison in the food.

Long Yuxing is also a person who does not like to be courteous at the wine table. He eats with his chopsticks, which makes Zhu Qi feel at ease. Wine table culture, you invite me to invite you, your wine glass is higher than mine, etc., pay attention to those , Putting on a bureaucratic style really made the people in the inn ridiculed.

After eating, everyone entered the backyard to rest.

They live in a Datong shop. It's not that they can't afford a single room, but that they go out and move around, focusing on safety.

This place is adjacent to the wilderness. Although the inn has been open for many years, it is not reassuring after all.

If other small flags led the team, they might pay attention to enjoyment and single room, but Longyuxing is completely different, and everything should be cautious.

Zhu Qi noticed the six old fritters with reluctance on his face.

As unkind as Long Yuxing, if you have him as your subordinate, you can trust him to do the work, but as his subordinate, you will suffer a lot, especially for those who like to steal and play tricks , Following a boss who is always honest and meticulous is to suffer.

The annual salary of Qimen soldiers is not too much, but they can't stand the good treatment.

As the saying goes, poor culture and rich military.

Every month, the imperial court will distribute some pills and herbal medicines needed to fight the body, and there are often subsidies such as meat and food. Apart from good welfare, in terms of power and status, Qimen's military status is also unusual.

Qimen is a special department set up by Dayan to deal with demons and ghosts, and it tries cases that go beyond common knowledge.

A rankless Qimen armored soldier can even command a county magistrate. If something urgent happens, it is not impossible to kill first and then act later, but I am afraid that the follow-up will be punished more than rewarded. But because of this, local officials are afraid of Qimenjia. Scholars are like tigers, and they often give various benefits automatically.

Therefore, the Qimen armored warrior has become an existence that is respected by the common people and feared by the officials.

Zhu Qi put down his luggage, walked out of the room with his sword in his arms, and saw an old man driving a donkey cart to the backyard, followed by a young man with an expressionless face.

A coffin was pulled on the donkey cart.

Many people find it unlucky and don't want to sleep with the coffin.

The boy in the inn rushed over to negotiate with the old man.

"Old man, it's really not good. We are an inn, not a Yizhuang. How can we park the coffin?"

The old man pleaded: "It's freezing outside, shop owner, please take pity on our grandparents and grandchildren. There's no way to go to the village or back to the shop. If we stay outside for one night, we probably won't be able to save this little life."

In late autumn, no one would freeze to death, but the old man was skinny, and the young man was also yellow and emaciated. Although he would not die if he slept outside for a night, he would still catch typhoid and catch a cold. A serious illness would probably cost him half his life.

"This..." The boy was in a dilemma.

"We'll pay as we go! More money is fine!" The old man took out a small silver coin and handed it to the boy.

The boy shook his head and dared not accept it.

"You boy, what's going on!" Chen Rong had been listening for a while, and seeing that the boy refused to let people move in, he walked over and said: "It's not that they don't give you money, and don't let you suffer! At worst, let the grandpa and grandson live in the firewood house, it's better than the two of them freezing outside!"

Chen Rong was tall and thick, with a full beard, leopard eyes, and a thunderous voice, which frightened the boy until his calves were spinning.

"I'll ask the shopkeeper!" The boy ran away after saying that.

After a while, the boy came back and took the old man, the donkey cart and the coffin into the woodshed.

"That's right!" Chen Rong nodded, very satisfied.

"Old man, I'll help you!" Chen Rong said to him.

"Thank you, my lord, but don't bother me, there is mud under the coffin, so as not to dirty your hands." The old man shook his hands again and again.

Chen Rong shook his head: "I just can't stand them bullying the common people, your legs and feet are not flexible...Hey, kid, come and help!"

He shouted at the expressionless boy beside him.

The boy was taken aback for a moment, and after glancing at the old man, he walked to the coffin, and the two of them helped to lift the coffin off the donkey cart.

But Chen Rong didn't catch it well for a while, and the coffin lid was lifted.

"Oh, you can't see the light!" The old man rushed over and closed the coffin again, looking at Chen Rong as if he was about to get angry.

"I'm sorry, I have gained a lot of strength from practicing swords." Chen Rong patted the wide sword on his waist and said, "I didn't catch it just now."

The old man glanced at the big sword on Chen Rong's waist, his anger disappeared in an instant, and he said humbly, "I won't bother my lord from now on."

Chen Rong didn't force it anymore, nodded, and watched the young man and the old man carry the coffin closer to the firewood room with difficulty.

(End of this chapter)