My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 17 The head is cut off, the blood is not shed
[Thirteen corpses sewn up, the host will be rewarded for his paper piercing skills. 】

Death is a big thing, but after death, you can't take away anything used by living people.

This is how paper-making came into being.

Paste one of the things used by the living with paper, and then burn them on the grave of the dead. The dead can take these things and live a happy life in the underworld.

Whether it's houses and cars, pigs, horses, cattle and sheep, even gold and silver treasures, and even maids and servants, they can all be made of paper for the dead to take away.

The masters in the paper fire shop are masters at paper piercing. The seemingly ordinary paper looks like whatever it is in their hands.

Having said that, Yang Jiu is a corpse stitcher, and he doesn't plan to change his career to open a paper fire shop. What is the system rewarding him for his paper making skills?
The key is that there is no paper in this sewing shop, otherwise he would like to try to see if he can make a beautiful little maid.

The next day.

The government posted a notice saying that the flower picker who had committed crimes in Chang'an City recently had been arrested. In order to appease the anger of the people, he decided to kill the flower picker immediately.

The people who saw the notice cheered and flocked to Caishikou.

The execution will be executed at three quarters in the afternoon, and it is only morning, but the people are still scrambling to get to the execution ground to occupy the best position.

When Gan Sisi sent the buns, she also brought the news to Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu ate the steamed stuffed bun, and said vaguely: "Liu Songfeng... that... deserves it. With his... family background, what kind of woman he wants... he can't get it, he must..."

"There are such perverts in this world, such as my master, he..." Gan Sisi thought it would be better not to say anything, so she quickly lowered her head and ate the buns.

Raising girls and then ruining them is indeed perverted.

This is Gan Sisi's sad matter, Yang Jiu didn't bother to ask.

"Ninth brother, do you want to see Liu Songfeng beheaded?" Gan Sisi wiped her mouth clean.

Yang Jiu waved his hands and said, "What's so interesting about beheading? The corpse is more exciting, but Liu Songfeng's corpse should not be sewn up by me, it's disgusting."

Aren't all corpses the same?
Gan Sisi thought so in her heart, but said: "Ninth brother, the shop opposite is renting out."

There are only a few shops opposite the corpse sewing shop, including a coffin shop, a paper fire shop, a paper money shop, and a shroud shop.

The guards of the East Factory will send the corpses that need to be sewn to the body sewing shop. After the body stitchers have finished sewing, they will hand over the corpses to their relatives for burial.

For those unowned corpses, the Dongchang guards moved them to the mass graves outside the city and buried them casually.

Anything that the dead can use can be bought in the shop across the street from the body sewing shop.

There used to be two paper fire shops across the street, but one of them closed down for some reason, so the shop was empty.

Naturally, the owner would not keep the storefront empty, so he posted the rental information.

But this street is full of dead people's business, and it is not easy to rent out the shop, so the rent is very cheap.

"What's the matter? You want to open a shop there?" Yang Jiu was shocked.

Gan Sisi lowered her eyes and said softly: "I, I want to sell buns there."

Sell ​​buns?
Selling steamed stuffed buns on the street where there is a one-stop service for sewing and funerals?

Yang Jiu stared, feeling that Gan Sisi's idea was actually quite good.

Rent that shop, open a coffin shop, or a paper fire shop, the business is probably not as good as opening a steamed stuffed bun shop.

The key is, can Gan Sisi know how to make buns?

Making steamed stuffed buns is not about making paper fires. No matter how ugly the paper fires are, there will always be people who need them urgently.

But as soon as he walked out of the body sewing shop, he could see Baozi Xi Shi, which was not bad.

Yang Jiu stroked her chin and asked, "Can you still make buns?"

"Do you think it's delicious?" Gan Sisi looked at Yang Jiu closer, her eyes sparkling.

Yang Jiu blurted out: "I don't know, I haven't eaten..."

But if you think about Gan Sisi's words carefully, you can know that the meat buns he eats these days are actually made by Gan Sisi himself.

Yang Jiu gave a thumbs up and praised, "It's like a restaurant."

"Then I really rented it?" Gan Sisi's eyes lit up.

Yang Jiu urged: "Go quickly."

"But I don't have enough money." The light in Gan Sisi's eyes disappeared instantly.

Come on, Ganqing is here to ask for money.

Yang Jiu thought that Quan could be an investment, and maybe he could make a lot of money, so he immediately asked, "How far is it?"

"Besides the rent, I still need to buy a lot of things. I also need to eat, buy medicine, buy rouge powder, and buy clothes..." Gan Sisi counted with her fingers.

Yang Jiu's head hurt from hearing this, and he took out the ingot of gold from his bosom, and asked impatiently, "Is that enough?"

"Ninth brother, where did you get the gold?"

"Steal."

"Could Brother Nine be the grand thief who robbed the rich and gave to the poor?"

"Xia your uncle, steal your aunt, hurry up and get out."

Gan Sisi giggled, and excitedly ran to the rented shop across the street.

When someone comes to rent, the owner is naturally very happy.

The rent was not expensive, and Gan Sisi paid the rent for three years in one go, which made the landlord grin from ear to ear.

When everyone went to watch the beheading show, Yang Jiu helped Gan Sisi buy this and that, and carry things.

Busy until dark, tired bones are about to fall apart.

After dinner, just as he was about to rest, the guards from the East Factory brought the corpse.

Coincidentally, it was the corpse of the flower picker Liu Songfeng who was sent.

The executioner's technique is good, the head fell to the ground with a single knife, clean and neat.

Even this corpse is too clean.

"Now you have to work hard to clean the corpse?" Yang Jiu asked casually.

The two guards were about to go out, when one of them turned his head and said, "No. [-], you little snack, this corpse is weird."

Yang Jiu immediately became interested, and asked in a low voice, "Could it be that this man's head was chopped off but did not bleed?"

"That's right, that's it, in full view, everyone has seen it."

"It was quiet at Caishikou at the time, but now that I think about it, I feel terrified."

The two guards each said a word, all with fear on their faces.

They had seen too many beheading scenes, but this scene where the head was beheaded without a drop of blood shed was the only scene in their life.

Yang Jiu frowned, and asked suspiciously: "Won't all the dead bodies in question be sent to the third master? Why did this one get sent to me?"

"Tonight, there are three dead bodies with problems, and the third master needs to sew them up. It is really too busy. The third master ordered the corpse of the flower picker to be sent to No. [-]."

"Don't say it, don't say it, the other side is calling us again."

The two servants left in a hurry.

The third master, this old thing, really thinks I have a long life.

The corpse was lying on the sewing table, and complaining would not change anything.

Yang Jiu closed the door and was not in a hurry to burn incense, but carefully observed Liu Songfeng's body.

Not to mention a living person, even a small lice, if it bursts on a fingernail, will leave a little bit of blood.

What's going on with Liu Songfeng?

The head was chopped off but it didn't bleed. Could it be paper?

(End of this chapter)