I am immortal in history

Emperor Jianwu's birthday passed in peace and joy.

This is just the beginning of the busyness.

Marquis Weiyuan has been following His Majesty since he started his army in the south of the Yangtze River. He has been fighting for more than forty years. There are many party members in the army, and the Thirty Deadly Crimes have involved too many officials.

The Zhenfu Division arrested people everywhere, from the Ministry of War to the military camps.

In order to atone for his crime, the prisoner bit his colleagues everywhere, which led to the next round of arrests.

The corruption in the Ministry of War involved the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Works, and then spread to the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Punishment. In just a few days, the prison was overcrowded.

Only the Qingshui Yamen Rites Department was not affected and watched coldly as his colleagues were imprisoned.

Don’t call me when you’re eating meat, but if you’re unlucky, we’ll just applaud!

Li Pingan is also busy.

On the day after his birthday, Uncle Zhuzhu sent six carts of corpses in succession, which was the number shared by several morgues in the surrounding area.

The corpse was riddled with arrows, like a hedgehog.

Uncle Zhuzhu had no expression on his face, no anger, no complaints, and silently pushed the cart away.

"This is a qualified corpse collector!"

Li Ping'an still remembers a few months ago, when Uncle Zhuzhu carried a farmer's corpse with a hollow hole in his chest and had his heart ripped out. The yamen said he had encountered a wild dog.

Uncle Zhuzhu couldn't help but curse, saying that the yamen would fool the people.

Nowadays, I have seen a lot of misery, my heart has become cold, and I know that there are some things that I dare not say or cannot say!

After half a month, the mortuary was full of people again.

Li Ping'an had experienced the baptism of snow disasters, and his sympathy for the corpses had been reduced to the lowest level. He pulled out the arrows and touched the corpses expressionlessly.

Many of the dead were richly dressed, but under the rain of arrows, all living beings were equal.

His Majesty the Emperor treats his subjects fairly, regardless of whether they are poor or rich, sick or healthy.

"There are broken pieces of silver in the cuffs."

"There is actually a banknote!"

"This ring is nice."

"The gold teeth are set very tightly..."

This time I gained a lot from touching the corpse.

Copper coins, broken silver, blood-stained silver notes, red-stained jade pendants, broken hairpins...

The cause of death of the corpses cannot be explained. The people who handled the corpses may have been afraid of ghosts and gods, fearing that they were stained with bad luck, so they hurriedly sent them to the mortuary without searching them.

The money came in time, and I could continue practicing Cynomorium Kung Fu after being interrupted for many days.

"Are we eating steamed buns with human blood?"

Li Ping'an's hands trembled, and he suddenly understood what it means to prosper and destroy people.

This is not the end of the dynasty!

Emperor Jianwu had just made three great achievements. There were many talents in the court and strong soldiers and horses in the army.

The only ones who can be called opponents are the barbarians of the Mobei grassland. However, as Daqian's national power continues to rise, it is only a matter of time before a horse tramples on the Wolf King's golden tent.

However, in this era when all things are competing and full of vitality, the feudal dynasty also has many shortcomings.

Corrupt officials, unjust, false and wrongful convictions, killing good people and taking credit for their merits, selling one's official position to win a title...

"It has only been more than thirty years since the founding of the country, and there are already so many shortcomings. As time goes by, dynasties will change again hundreds of years later. Is it possible that Daqian can still produce a leader of the Four Stars?"

"But this has nothing to do with me. Even if I die one day, we can still eat from the iron rice bowl!"

Li Ping'an was not consoling himself. When his grandfather was serving as an undertaker, the world was undergoing drastic changes.

The rebels conquered Kyoto and designated the country as Wei. Grandpa changed into the black soap turban of the Wei Dynasty when he was on duty. A few years later, Emperor Jianwu reorganized Daqian, so he changed it back to the navy blue bundt of Daqian.

Grandpa told from personal experience that the mortuary was very busy in those years, and four or five officials in the capital died!

Li Ping'an kept comforting himself, we are just an undertaker and can't take care of anything. If we don't touch the corpse, we can't eat, let alone practice martial arts.

"I finally let the times assimilate!"

In just one year, a young man who was born under a red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, with faith and morality, turned into a cold-blooded subordinate.

That night.

Li Ping'an woke up from nightmares several times and felt that the room was filled with gloom and gloom.

After all, the death was so tragic, no one would be able to let go of their resentment, and they might turn into evil spirits and look for revenge.

"We have to collect the corpse quickly and bury it as soon as three days are up!"

…

The next morning.

Li Ping'an went to Dongshi to exchange money and passed by Qianyuan Street.

The floor has been washed clean, and the doors of the shops on the left and right are closed. I don't know if they dare not come out, or if the whole family is dead.

If you look carefully at the cracks in the bricks in the corner, there are still some black and red blood stains left.

The cold wind blew through and penetrated through the seams in his clothes.

Li Ping'an shivered, quickly quickened his pace, turned a corner and walked down the path.

"In the future, you can't walk on Qianyuan Street unless necessary!"

The East Market is located between Pingkangfang and Changlefang. It is far less prosperous than the West Market. After all, the goods sold in the shops are expensive, and the target customers are also the nobles of the East City.

There is much less traffic, but a lot of money is made.

For example, Jubao Pavilion, where Li Pingan often sells goods, is owned by an unknown person. On the surface, it is an ordinary pawn shop, but the real profitable business is selling stolen goods.

No matter who the seller is, regardless of the origin of the item, if you dare to sell Jubao Pavilion, you dare to accept it.

What Li Pingan touched the corpse was the invisible income of the undertaker. However, according to Daqian law, there was a crime of destroying a corpse, which was similar to the crime of insulting a corpse in later generations.

The ancients regarded death as life, and no one wanted to be disemboweled after death.

Therefore, what the eunuch obtained from touching the corpse was an unspoken rule, strictly speaking, it was stolen goods!

Subordinate officials in other positions, such as jailers, scribes, detectives, etc., all have similar incomes and need safe channels to exchange them for money.

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Jubao Pavilion is the leader among them. It has been selling stolen goods safely for more than ten years without any trouble. The only disadvantage is that it is 30 to 40% lower than the market price.

Li Ping'an entered Jubao Pavilion by a familiar route. After a while, he came out with the banknotes and sighed in his heart.

“Power brings money faster!”

"We worked so hard to touch the corpse and were so frightened that others made a lot of money!"

Return to the mortuary.

Looking at the corpses covered with arrow wounds, Li Ping'an comforted himself, no matter how much Jubao Pavilion made money, he would have to spit it out when the dynasty changed.

The money earned by power will eventually be confiscated by new powers!

"Our iron rice bowl is still secure!"

Li Ping'an admires Brother Xun more and more. In any world, any era, and any class, the method of spiritual victory will never go out of style.

Around Xu time.

It was already dark.

There was a knock on the door of the mortuary, and jailer Shi San shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Xiao Anzi, open the door quickly, the mats are here!"

Li Ping'an was cooking when he heard the sound and hurriedly opened the door: "Uncle San is still tired at this late hour. It won't be too late to deliver it tomorrow."

"This is urgent."

Shi San dragged the rolled-straw mat from the cart, carried it in with Li Ping'an, and found a free place to throw it down.

He opened the straw mat and took a look. The bloody corpse stained the prison uniform red. Not to mention the cause of death, it must have been suicide due to fear of crime.

After taking a closer look, he turned out to be an acquaintance.

Li Ping'an's expression changed: "This is not..."

Shi San sighed helplessly: "Those who are arrested directly by the Zhenfu Division are sent to prison. Otherwise, we can give Lao Zheng some dignity."

The deceased was Zheng Chabo.

The person who caused suicide due to fear of crime was eventually committed suicide due to fear of crime.