My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 19 The paper donkey is alive
buy paper?

The owner of the Paper Fire Shop was puzzled, got up and looked back, and asked with a smile, "What wind brought Master Jiu here?"

"Boss Bai, please don't say that. I, Yang Jiu, am a corpse stitcher. What kind of master is that?" Yang Jiu only remembered that the owner of the paper fire shop was named Bai, but he forgot his name.

Boss Bai said with a smile: "Anyway, he is a registered corpse stitcher in the East Factory. In front of us ordinary people, he is the master."

Yang Jiu didn't come to discuss this with Boss Bai, pointing to a paper figurine, he asked, "I want to buy some paper like this, is there any?"

"Yes, yes, there are a lot of them, please forgive me for asking too much, why did Master Jiu buy this ghost paper?" Boss Bai was full of curiosity.

Yang Jiudao: "The bed is a bit damp, please cushion it."

"Then Master Jiu should go buy straw mats." It's not that Boss Bai doesn't want to do Yang Jiu's business, it's really that this thing is for the dead, and the living must not use it.

Yang Jiu stared and said, "Boss Bai, you're thinking too much. It's not for me, but for the corpses on the sewing table."

"Master Jiu is so humorous." Boss Bai heaved a sigh of relief and turned to search.

Yang Jiu simply bought some more, so that he could save them for practicing paper-making skills. It would be troublesome to buy them from Boss Bai all the time.

Returning to the corpse sewing shop with a large stack of dead papers, Yang Jiu closed the door, tinkered for a long time, and finally made a paper donkey and came out.

This paper donkey is very beautifully tied, it is lifelike.

This skill is even better than Boss Bai's.

Yang Jiu looked at the paper donkey, more and more satisfied.

In the future, if he doesn't become a corpse stitcher, he can open a paper fire shop, and he can still make a living in Chang'an City.

That is, in an instant, the ultimate mystery of the paper piercing technique suddenly flashed in Yang Jiu's mind.

Yang Jiu bit her finger, and used her own blood to seal the paper donkey's eyes.

It is said that if you don't touch the eyes when piercing paper, it will cause disaster.

As soon as the eyes of the paper donkey were put on, the paper donkey started running on the ground, roaring loudly from time to time, which really pleased Yang Jiu.

Bang bang bang.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Yang Jiu thought to himself that he couldn't let others see this lively paper donkey.

When I was worrying, Gan Sisi's voice came from outside: "Brother Jiu, have you raised a donkey?"

There is only such a big space in the mortuary shop, and there is a donkey, how can people live?
When Gan Sisi heard the donkey braying, she came to ask, if Yang Jiu didn't mind, she could move to her bun shop.

There was no other way, Yang Jiu had no choice but to chop off the paper donkey with a knife, put the shredded paper under the sewing table, and went to open the door.

"Where's the donkey?" Gan Sisi looked inside.

Yang Jiu pulled her in and said with a smile, "Isn't it here?"

"Okay, Brother Ninth, you actually said that I am..." Gan Sisi swung her small fist and hit her.

Yang Jiu had already walked out of the body sewing shop, and said loudly, "Come on, help you carry your things."

Tie paper can live.

This paper-tying technique is a bit interesting.

After working all afternoon, Gan Sisi's steamed stuffed bun shop was finally tidied up.

Gan Sisi went to the fortune teller to see a good day for the opening, which was three days later in the morning.

In the past two days, Gan Sisi has to be busy with many things to make the steamed stuffed bun shop open smoothly.

The most urgent task is to give Baozipu a name, and then customize a signboard.

Sisi Bun Shop?

Miss Gan bun shop?

Gan Sisi had a hard time choosing between these two names.

Discussing with Yang Jiuyi, Yang Jiu felt that the two names were not good enough, and it could be said that they were nothing new.

A good signboard must be remembered at a glance, and then it can attract customers to patronize.

"Ninth Brother, what would you call it?" Gan Sisi asked with a smile.

Yang Jiu thought for a while and said, "Let's call Goubuli Baozi Shop."

"Dog ignore it?" Gan Sisi was stunned.

It is said that meat buns beat dogs, and there is no return. The buns that dogs ignore, will people eat?

Yang Jiu shook her head and said, "Forget it, forget it, you can't use this, in the future it's an infringement, in the present it might be an infringement, so let's call Maobuli Baozipu."

Become a cat and ignore it again?
Gan Sisi was completely speechless.

Yang Jiu patted her on the shoulder with a smile, and said: "It's such a happy decision. You know, I invested a gold ingot for you, so the name of the store has to be up to me."

"Okay, okay, I'll find someone to do it right away, and try to do it in these two days." Gan Sisi reluctantly left.

Now that she decided to open a bun shop, Gan Sisi never went to Jiuxianlou to sell and sing again.

The business of Jiuxian Building is not as good as before, and the shopkeepers are so anxious that they don't know what to do.

The shopkeeper asked people to inquire everywhere, but they couldn't find Gan Sisi's whereabouts. Finally, they started with Yang Jiu, and found out that Yang Jiu was the corpse stitcher of Dongchang.

The shopkeeper hesitated for several days before mustering up the courage to look for Yang Jiu, but seeing Gan Sisi busy opening the steamed stuffed bun shop, he had to leave angrily.

That night, not a single corpse was sent to Dongchang, and there were no prisoners who were killed in the Dongchang prison.

This is equivalent to giving the corpse maker a day off.

The corpse seamers in twos and threes gathered together, rambling about, very jubilant.

"It's getting late, everyone go back to sleep."

"Let's go, let's go, Mr. Bao's house has just been ransacked, and I heard that there are two hundred people in the family, no matter men, women, old or young, they will all be beheaded."

"We'll be busy then."

Yang Jiu was about to go back to sleep, but she heard a big melon.

When I asked the corpse maker at No. 20 corpse sewing shop, I realized that Mr. Bao was the Minister of the Ministry of Households, who studied Confucianism.

Unexpectedly, Dongchang ransacked Bao's house overnight, and all the two hundred people in Bao's house were thrown into Dongchang prison.

Yang Jiu frowned upon hearing this, and asked, "Since Mr. Bao is an upright official, how dare Governor Wei put him in jail?"

"At the beginning of the year, there was a flood in the south of the Yangtze River, and many people died. The emperor sympathized with our people and asked Mr. Bao to allocate 200,000 taels of silver for disaster relief. The victims were all waiting for the money to save their lives, but the relief money is gone." NO. 20 The corpse maker is tall, but as thin as a monkey.

Everyone didn't know his name, so they nicknamed him "Skinny Monkey".

Yang Jiu asked: "Even if Bao Xueru is a corrupt official, he wouldn't have the guts to embezzle all the relief money?"

"Who says it's not? Besides, I don't believe Master Bao would do something that corrupts the law. Someone must be maliciously framing it." Shouhou didn't believe that Bao Xueru would embezzle the relief money.

Since Wei Zhongxian dared to imprison an upright official like Bao Xueru, who was loved by the people, he naturally had solid evidence, even if the evidence was forged.

Yang Jiu didn't bother arguing with Skinny Monkey about this, and went back to the corpse sewing shop to lie on the couch, thinking that if he could sew Bao Xueru's body, he would be able to know whether Bao Xueru was an honest or corrupt official through the Book of Life and Death.

It's just that at that time, even knowing that Bao Xueru is an upright official, it doesn't mean much, and it will add to his heart.

Yang Jiu didn't want to pay attention to the court affairs.

It is his only wish to survive in this world and live well.

The corpse sewing shop was right next to the East Factory, and the person sewing the corpse often dealt with the servants of the East Factory, so he knew about Bao Xueru's house raid earlier.

By the next day, everyone in Chang'an knew about it.

This news is like an atomic bomb, which blows up the people of Chang'an as if they are dead.

When Gan Sisi sent the buns, he brought news that shocked Yang Jiu even more.

(End of this chapter)