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Chapter 130 Killing and setting fire, repairing bridges and roads
But a decision is a decision after all, the way to let Qing Huan enter Hede Academy, the specific operation has to be considered slowly.

After all, Yu Chen is just a grave watcher, and the old man Wen Sheng, who is different from ghosts, even if he uses the body of a paper man to show his body, he dare not show off.

——The mourning bell of the whole summer has been ringing for a day and a night, and you suddenly said that I am still alive!
That would be embarrassing for everyone.

Not to mention, the guy who killed Wen Sheng is still hiding in the dark. If he finds out that Wen Sheng's soul has not dissipated, it will be a real headache.

So, we can only figure it out slowly.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Yu Chen got up early, went down Mingshan according to the old man Wensheng, bought a lot of books for reading and reading, brought them up the mountain, and handed them to Qing Huan.

Let her learn to read and write.

On the other side, he was busy with his own business again.

The days passed by, but it was leisurely.

Anyway, as the mausoleum guard of Mingshan, he just registered as a worshiper to put it bluntly.

Other things like burial and encoffining have nothing to do with him.

This day was already Yu Chen's fifth day in Jinling.

Early in the morning, after breakfast, Qing Huan took the broom and went out to clean the cemetery, while Yu Chen sat at the door, looking at the ice and snow, and contemplating the chakra.

Not long after, a group of strong men in black shirts carried a swarthy coffin and came up the mountain shouting.

As soon as I registered, I realized that these were the corpse collectors under the funeral department of the Bell and Drum Division.

Just like Weishui, there are lonely and helpless dead people in this huge Jinling. We can't let them rot in the street, right?
So Zhonggusi recruited these corpse collectors to carry up those unknown corpses for burial.

As for this young man who became a mausoleum guard with the recommendation letter from the Chief Auditor, several strong men collecting corpses were also polite. Among them, the bald man who seemed to be in charge chatted with Yu Chen for a while, and finally He also gave Yu Chen half of the "Chongsha" given by the bell and drum division.

——It’s not a lot of money, just a few copper characters, but it’s also auspicious.

Digging graves, burying coffins, filling soil, erecting monuments, all in one go.

Half an hour later, the corpse collectors happily went down the mountain.

And Yu Chen was silent in front of the brand new grave.

——In the past few days, I don’t know if life in Jinling is better than that in Weishui. Although there are quite a few people who died and many people were buried, there is nothing to die with.

Yu Chen, a ferryman who specializes in helping the dead, is about to quit his job.

Finally today, the familiar Ah Piao who didn't touch the ground finally came!

And look at the grave, an old man covered in scars, with a painful face and a hideous expression, his hands tightly grasping his robe, his chest has collapsed a lot.

Its tragic situation is eye-catching.

As soon as Yu Chen called, the old man followed into the door.

After closing the doors and windows, the ghost of the old man was photographed, knelt on the bank of the Yellow Springs, and murmured uncontrollably.

"It's miserable...it's so miserable..."

Immediately afterwards, the revolving lantern ran all the way.

The old man's name is Lai Liu, and he is sixty-four today, but he looks like he is seven or eighty years old.

This life is no different from many poor people.

Born poor, poor when young, poor when grown up, and poor when old.

I worked hard and diligently throughout my life, but in the end I didn't live a good day.

When Lai Liang was young, he used his strength to do manual labor at the port of the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce.

It is also considered to be full and warm.

But it is far from enough to save money and marry a wife.

So at the age of 30, just north of Jinling, at the Great Wall, a new section was to be built as a front to resist the Northern Demon.

The King Shenwu, who guarded the frontier, went down to Jinling himself, summoned the laborers, and promised to pay a lot of money for the settlement after the city was built.

At that time, Lai Liu gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and went to the bitter cold border.

Once there, it's five years.

But after five years, and the city has been repaired, the settling fee promised by King Shenwu is only [-]% of what was agreed at the beginning.

Holding some scattered silver and dragging his body covered in dark wounds, Lai Liang returned to Jinling City.

Limped.

Let alone marrying a wife, I dare not walk fast.

On Yuxin Street, 36th Street, Wucheng, Jinling, there are stalls selling small gadgets, such as candied gourds, and candy people, to make a living.

Another few decades pass.

Lai Liu was getting old and had saved some money, thinking that it was time to settle down for the elderly.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

Yesterday afternoon, on Yufeng Street, a few young masters in fresh clothes and angry horses rode tall horses, trying to see whose horse was faster!

——If you say that this person is really cheap, obviously Jinling has a special horse farm, and they insist on racing on the street.

It seems that they are very proud of seeing the common people and passers-by fleeing in fear.

But as the saying goes, if you walk too much at night, how can you not bump into ghosts?I have been to the river for a long time, where can I not get my shoes wet?
No, one of the young masters was riding a horse ostentatiously through the market, and ran into Lai Liang who had just closed his stall.

Let it go or not?
If you say you want to let it go, you will lose this bet, but the one who made the bet!

You say no, at worst, just step over the old man.

Which is more important, why can't you tell the difference?

——Master Jinling, how dare you admit defeat!

Drive a tall horse and hit it straight!
Lai Liang already had hidden wounds from repairing the Great Wall. He limped and couldn't dodge it. He was bumped into by the fierce horse and trampled to death!
That's what the revolving door is all about.

As for the follow-up matter, those corpse collectors talked with Yu Chen.

It is said that someone was killed on Yufeng Street, and the government will naturally come to investigate, but the young master beat him up, saying that the old man did not know why he was crazy, so he ran into it by himself.

He ran into Lai Mu because he couldn't dodge in time.

As a result, the people from the Criminal Division of the government could not find any evidence, and the dead could not speak. Lai Liu had no relatives or reasons, and no one appealed for him.

In addition, the young man's family is rich, and his father used to be a member of the underworld, but now he has become an elder of a big chamber of commerce for nothing. He is not bad for connections or money.

With such a combination of punches, let alone Lai Liu has no relatives and no reasons, even if someone seeks justice for him, it will be of no avail.

This matter is over hastily.

As the saying goes, the golden belt of murder and arson, and the repair of bridges and roads without corpses, is the way of the world.

The death of this miserable Lai Liu, at most, only made the neighbors sigh for a while, saying that good people don't live long!

But other than that, what can these ordinary people do?

Not to mention whether they saw the truth at the time, but if they really saw it, someone dared to offend the son of an elder of the chamber of commerce with a gangster background?
Or for an old man with no family or reason?
impossible.

Anyway, in the end, the young man should eat and drink, nothing has happened.

And Lai Liu died as soon as he died, and he might be forgotten in two days, and the world will be as usual.

But the problem is, the deceased himself has something to say!
Why?

Let's just walk in peace, why do you ride a horse over and trample people to death?

Do you think it was an accident?
That's all.

But although Lai Liu had bad legs and couldn't dodge in time, he could clearly see that young master's face was ferocious, not only did he not pull the reins, but he rushed over with a whip!

How can I do that?
The life of the poor, isn't it life?
Hmm... I have to say, without Yu Chen, the lives of the poor really wouldn't be their lives.

But unfortunately, he was there.

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