Datang Coroner

Chapter 26 Technical work

To be honest, it can be said that sewing a dead person is more difficult than a living person, and it can also be said that it is easier than a living person.

After death, the skin and muscles slowly lose their elasticity and begin to decay.So it is not easy to suture huge wounds.

But for the wounds of the dead, there is no need to consider the blood vessels, nerves, and muscles. You only need to pay attention to a good-looking one.

This is very convenient.

Liu Dalang invited the well-known stable woman in this area.

Wenpo actually helps the yamen with things sometimes, so I'm not afraid if there are too many of them.

On the contrary, Wen Po looked at Fu Shiyi, a little distrustful: "Can you do it? This is disrespectful to the dead, and you will be found later."

Such a godly attitude!

Fu Shiyi choked for a moment, before saying: "I'm doing a good deed, Qiaoniang knows."

Wen Po nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, we are doing good deeds. The little lady can understand."

Fu Shiyi: If you understand, you should come closer and don't be so nervous.

As soon as Fu Shi took out the needle and thread, Wen Po couldn't help staring at the thick, curved needle.

How is this different from sewing needles?

Everyone has curiosity, even in a morgue...

Fu Shiyi sighed quietly in his heart, then adjusted his mood, with a deadpan expression, and started to get down to business with a solemn expression.

Wen Po finally found out: This little lady who looks so delicate can do this kind of thing really quickly and well.

So when everything was done in one go, after appreciating the neat stitches and thread ends I made, when she started to pack things, Wen Po couldn't help but lowered her voice and said, "Is this technique of yours inherited from your ancestors?"

The corner of Fu Shi's mouth twitched slightly, and finally nodded.

Probably ancestral.Medicine is always handed down from generation to generation, getting better and better.

This time, Wen Po's voice was full of joy: "Then next time there is such a job, I will invite you to do it together, and we will split the bill!"

pay one...

Then he compared a "seven" and counter-offered expressionlessly: "Three to seven points. I seven and you three. After all, I am a technical job, and ordinary people can't do it."

There is no way, the house slave can't afford to be hurt!

Wen Po took a breath: "This is too cruel."

Fu Shiyi remained silent.

Wenpo herself finally agreed with a painful face.

But thinking about how this money will be credited again in the future, he immediately began to feel happy again.

I can't even help but start fantasizing about getting rich from this——

It didn't take into account that Chen Qiaoniang's coffin could hardly hold down, okay?

After Fu picked up his things, he took a look at Wen Po, who was still dreaming of getting rich, and ordered her mercilessly: "Wipe the wound, and then put a layer of powder, so that it can be covered so that it can't be seen."

Wen Po hurriedly responded, but her hands and feet were deft, which was quite satisfying.

After Fu Shiyi and Wen Po had done everything properly, they opened the door and went out, only to see Wang Erxiang, a gossip seed player, staring blankly at him, with an egg that could be stuffed into his mouth.

If Fu Shiyi hadn't looked in the mirror before going out, he would have to check his face for any spots.

Fu Shiyi stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Wang Erxiang.

Wang Erxiang stepped back, his expression was as frightened as a big girl who was about to face a rapist.

Fu Shiyi was speechless.

Wang Erxiang was so frightened that his voice changed his tone: "You still do such a thing!"

Fu Shiyi was surprised: "What's wrong?"

Wang Erxiang stomped his feet, with regret in his voice: "How can you let me eat!"

This touched the dead!

What kind of cheap work is it for you to do!Why is everyone avoiding walking!Isn't it because they want to touch dead people, making people feel bad luck and unclean? !

Isn't Fu Shiyi destroying the signboard himself?

Only then did Fu Shiyi understand what Wang Erxiang was afraid of.Suddenly a little speechless.

However, in front of Liu Dalang, the family member of the deceased, Fu Shiyi didn't talk nonsense, and glared at Wang Erxiang directly, with a slightly fierce tone: "What are you doing here?"

Wang Erxiang was inexplicably a little chilly on the back of his neck, and he was coaxed for a moment, and obediently confessed: "Magistrate Li asked me to bring some funeral ceremony."

Fu Shi was taken aback for a moment.

Afterwards, Fu Shi sent him away immediately.Not at all polite: "then you have nothing else to go back."

Wang Erxiang cooperated and made a good baby.

But on the way back, the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong, and my expression became more and more frightened——

Wang Erxiang met Fang Liang as soon as he entered the yamen, and Fang Liang asked him puzzled, "What's the matter?"

Wang Erxiang grabbed Fang Liang, as if meeting a close friend: "You don't know! I just saw someone at Liu Dalang's house!"

Fang Liang's heart of gossip ignited, his eyes lit up: "Who did you see!"

Wang Erxiang was so excited that his voice changed his tune: "I saw Mrs. Fu at the gate of our yamen! It's Mrs. Fu who buys pancakes and wontons!"

Fang Liang looked at him speechlessly, not very interested: "What's so strange about this, they are righteous brothers and sisters."

Wang Erxiang grabbed Fang Liang, afraid that he would run away: "You don't know! Mrs. Fu is actually a seamstress!"

For the three words "tailor", Wang Erxiang's voice changed, like a screaming duck.

Fang Liang was not surprised: "What's so strange about this, Mrs. Fu—"

Speaking of this, Fang Liang reacted, his eyes widened immediately, and then he asked Wang Erxiang to explain to him carefully.

The two whispered together, and soon attracted others to join.

A small matter was stunned by the storyteller Wang Erxiang's ups and downs.

Those who listened also exclaimed again and again.

In the end, even Xie Shuangfan couldn't help leaning over to listen: "What are you talking about?"

The crowd scattered like birds and beasts in a hurry.

Xie Shuangfan stood there and stared at Fang Liang, who was caught by him and had no time to run away: ... Am I going to eat me?

Fang Liang smiled awkwardly: "I'm going to talk to our lord." Then he trotted away.

Xie Shuangfan: ...

But as soon as Fang Liang saw Li Changbo, he couldn't help but Wang Erxiang possessed him: "Mr. Wang, you don't know what Wang Erxiang saw just now!"

Li Changbo still buried his head in his book, but raised his eyelids and glanced at Fang Liang.

Fang Liang only felt that he was greatly encouraged, so he hurriedly told what he had heard.

Then he blinked and looked at Li Changbo.

After Li Changbo finished writing a line, he put down his pen and asked casually, "Where is the thing I want you to adjust?"

Fang Liang was immediately injured: "Mr. Lang, aren't you surprised! Miss Fu would do such a thing!"

Li Changbo drew his tone slowly: "Is it strange? Inside the ice cellar—"

Fang Liang suddenly remembered what happened that day, and then began to feel that he was scrambling to get out of the pancakes he ate these days.

Fang Liang's face was terrified, green and white, as ugly as it could be.

However, Li Changbo added another sentence: "You don't have to eat well."

Li Changbo successfully added 1 to make up the knife.

Fang Liang's rush to the street was increased by 1 in seconds.

Fang Liang wanted to cry but had no tears: Sir, you should write your handwriting quietly!

　Now I am paying attention to the epidemic situation every day, and I feel really excited when there is good news!I hope the epidemic will pass soon. I went out to buy vegetables yesterday and looked at the deserted streets. I was really moved.

　　Everyone should be well~

　　

　

(End of this chapter)