My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 23 The Old Widow Who Was Scared to Death
The drowsy corpse seamers walked out of their respective corpse shops one after another.

NO.30 The sewer of the mortuary shop, everyone calls him an old widower in private. He is a half-century old man with gray hair scattered on his face. Communication, always alone.

But he has been in the business of sewing corpses for nearly 20 years, and he can be regarded as a veteran figure.

Not surprisingly, during the year-end assessment, the No. 30 corpse-sewing shop where the old widow is located will be upgraded to the same level as the No. [-] corpse-sewing shop.

The business of sewing corpses, no matter how old or young, is difficult to do for a long time.

If he wasn't scared to death by himself, he was scared to death by those bizarre things.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no way to make a living in this world, who would want to enter this line of work?
But 360 lines, every line can be the top pick, and the corpse stitcher can reach the level of the third master. Even Wei Zhongxian, the governor of the East Factory, is willing to sell the third master's face.

The old widower's body was quickly carried out.

His mouth was wide open and his eyes were bulging, obviously frightened to death.

"Old widowers can be scared to death, I am afraid that something terrible happened."

"Don't tell me, when I sewed a female corpse a few days ago, I felt that she was seducing me."

"Then you shouldn't..."

"Don't talk nonsense, it's all stiff like that."

"If the body was warm, wouldn't you..."

The corpse sewers who came out to watch the excitement teased each other, but it was able to resolve their inner anxiety.

They are corpse sewers, no matter how beautiful a female corpse they come across, they dare not desecrate it.

There are rules.

Bad rules will kill you.

"Didn't you rest tonight? How could the old widower be scared to death?" When the old widower's body was carried over, the third master who was squatting at the door asked a lot.

An officer said respectfully and authentically: "It seems that the old widower has taken over private work."

These corpse sewers are all under the management of the East Factory, even if they don't sew corpses on weekdays, they still get monthly money.

But in order to earn more money, many sewers will take private jobs.

For the corpse sent by the government, the relatives of the corpse do not need to pay for the sewing fee.

But if someone in the family loses an arm or a leg due to an accident, the government will naturally not care about it, and their relatives will spend more money to find a corpse seammaker to sew the corpse together.

As long as it doesn't affect the task of sewing corpses assigned by the East Factory, the East Factory won't take care of the body-sewers taking on private jobs.

"What about the corpse?" The third master wanted to see the corpse.

Another guard lowered his voice and said with horror on his face: "The blame is here. When we were patrolling, we heard the screams of the old widower. When we entered, we saw the old widower lying on the table for sewing corpses. The body was gone."

All the corpse stitchers beside him felt palpitations when they heard this.

The corpse occasionally opened its eyes, or moved its arms and legs, and it was a normal phenomenon that was not surprising to experienced corpse stitchers.

But the disappearance of the body is scary.

The third master lit a cigarette, smoked it and walked towards No. 30 mortuary shop.

Yang Jiu quickly followed.

NO.30 The door of the mortuary shop was open, and there was an unpleasant smell inside.

The white cloth on the sewing table was very dirty.

The old widow was so frightened that he lost control of himself before he died of fright.

The third master looked around, turned around and saw only Yang Jiu followed in, and asked with a smile, "Boy, did you find anything?"

Yang Jiu shook his head.

The strangest part is naturally why the old widower lay down on the sewing table.

Before being frightened to death, the old widower had already been lying on the sewing table, so the filth was left behind.

Is it true that the corpse suddenly cheated the corpse, moved the old widower to the corpse table, and finally frightened the old widow to death?

This makes no sense.

The third master raised his finger and pointed to it with a smile.

The roof was dim, but one spot on the beam could be seen glowing, and the rest was thick with dust.

Yang Jiu understood in an instant that it wasn't a corpse fraud or haunted, but man-made.

When the Dongchang guards heard the screams of the old widow coming in, some people hid on the roof beams.

After the guard left, the man could naturally escape easily.

It's just who has such a deep hatred with the old widow that he needs to pretend to be a corpse to kill him?

"Boy, make snacks in the future, don't follow in the footsteps of old widowers." The third master laughed and left.

Back at the corpse shop, Yang Jiu finally fell asleep after staying up for a long time.

In the dream, a female ghost with blood all over her face suddenly flew over and grabbed Yang Jiu's neck tightly with both hands.

When she woke up, Yang Jiu found that her hands were pinching her neck.

What a ghost.

Relieve your hands and wash your face, Gan Sisi is directing a group of people across the street to be busy.

Today is the big day for the opening of Maobuli Steamed Bun Shop.

The signboard has already been hung up and covered with a red cloth. Two red ribbons hang down from both sides, and two big red flowers are tied on it, which is very festive.

The tall steamer at the door of the shop was steaming.

Everything that should be prepared is almost ready.

Gan Sisi put her waist down, wiped the sweat from her forehead, turned her head and saw Yang Jiu standing in front of No. It's time."

She smashed the door several times in the morning, but failed to wake Yang Jiu up. She thought that Yang Jiu had gone to the Yunyu Tower last night.

Yang Jiu was wearing a clean black robe, with a sachet from Gan Sisi hanging on her waist, just as she was going to the opposite side, she suddenly remembered something, and went to call the third master out.

Gan Sisi's steamed stuffed bun shop is about to be unveiled, how can the third master not be invited?
Yang Jiu still wanted to invite Xiao Xuanzi, but unfortunately he couldn't enter Dongchang.

San Ye and Yang Jiu stood under the signboard, and when the auspicious time came, they both pulled the red ribbons hanging beside them.

The red cloth fell.

The plaque of Maobuli Steamed Bun Shop is glittering with gold.

The sound of firecrackers was like thunder.

The excitement here quickly attracted a large number of passers-by to stop and watch.

Gan Sisi stood beside Yang Jiu and asked in a low voice: "Brother Jiu, do you really want to do this?"

"Advertising, how can we do it without spending money?" Yang Jiu nodded.

The sound of firecrackers dissipated, and the people onlookers talked a lot.

Opening a steamed stuffed bun shop in a funeral service street is quite strange.

Gan Sisi cleared her throat and said in a loud voice: "Today, the Maobuli steamed stuffed bun shop opened, and I decided to give away all steamed stuffed buns for free, one for each person. Please try it out."

In the catering industry, first of all, it must be absolutely delicious, and the price should not be too expensive, so that it can be passed on to ten, ten to hundreds, and the business is booming.

When the surrounding people heard that the steamed stuffed buns were given away for free, they stretched out their hands to Gan Sisi.

Hundreds of buns were delivered in less than half an hour.

Everyone took the buns, turned around and left, very ruthless.

Looking at the empty steamer, Gan Sisi felt very pained.

What was sent out was not buns at all, but white money.

She barely slept last night, and the steamed buns she worked so hard to make were delivered in less than half an hour. Only she knew how sad she was.

"Believe in your craftsmanship." Yang Jiu patted Gan Sisi on the shoulder and invited the third master to have a drink.

Gan Sisi no longer went to Jiuxianlou to sell and sing, so they would not go to Jiuxianlou again, just found a small tavern, cut two catties of beef, and had a plate of fennel beans, and they could have a good drink.

As soon as it got dark in the evening, the East Factory guards sent the corpses to the corpse shop.

The person who was sent to No. [-] Sewing Corpse Shop was a strong man with a beard.

(End of this chapter)