fifth form

"Funeral!"

Zhang Xuezhou's 'luck' was mediocre, and he was thinking that he was not unlucky, and when he was planning to increase the number of patients he treated to increase his income, Emperor Jing went to the funeral.

White lanterns were lit on the entire Chang'an City Avenue, and fires were lit everywhere.

The white lantern is to light up the way for Emperor Jing to see him off, while the flame is to burn all the dark things to get rid of bad luck and welcome the new atmosphere.

There was a pile of burning fires on the street tens of meters outside the guest house, and the flames rose a full two feet high.

These fires were full of Union troops maintaining order.

Looking at the many soldiers of the Northern Army in armor and holding weapons, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but sighed.

Emperor Jing's funeral means that the soldiers of the Northern Army need to return to camp, and it also means that his good days of lying in the guest house to collect money are over.

"I only earned about four hundred and a half taels. This ordinary luck really does not make a lot of money!"

Zhang Xuezhou was thinking about increasing the number of spellcastings every day, but he never knew that these people would have to return to the barracks after the ceremony.

He fumbled with the half taels he earned, and finally decided to wait for Emperor Jing's funeral to go out and set up a stall, relying on hard work to make ends meet.

Lying on the window sill of the guest house which was opened with a stick, Zhang Xuezhou was bored watching the funeral outside.

When the sound of a big gong approached, he couldn't help rolling up his sleeves to cover his face and wailed a few words.

"Cousin, do you think this late emperor can turn into a zombie ghost after death?"

Lying beside Zhang Xuezhou, Rong Tianding inevitably asked a few questions in a low voice.

"As long as the conditions are met, there must be a chance, but no one wants to see this happen," Zhang Xuezhou shook his head.

"That's a pity," Rong Tianding sighed, "Taoist Mu once told me that the more powerful you are in life, the more powerful you will become zombie ghosts after death. Year after year, it accumulates so much!"

"I think your idea is very good," Zhang Xuezhou said, "but only the state can do this kind of thing!"

"What? Can't we do it alone?"

"This requires the construction of a land of aura to contain zombies and ghosts. The higher the cultivation base, the higher the requirements for the dead, and it is necessary to maintain these ghosts all year round, and to prevent rebellion after getting out of control. It is more difficult to really do a good job in making it bigger. It's even harder to feed people!"

Zhang Xuezhou said some prerequisites, which made Rong Tianding's small thoughts go out immediately.

Obviously, his idea is not unique, but many people have tried it, but no force has bred the army of ghosts and zombies to occupy one side.

"Wait until we are rich and powerful!"

He muttered something, and accompanied Zhang Xuezhou to see that the funeral was passing the time.

"Knock knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door, Rong Tianding looked at Zhang Xuezhou, and Zhang Xuezhou also looked at Rong Tianding.

"Looking for you!"

"Looking for you!"

The two said something in unison, and finally it was Rong Tianding who opened the door.

At the door, Wei Shaoer frowned, and waited until Rong Tianding opened the door before forcing out a smile.

"You look quite normal," Wei Shao'er said.

"I'm already normal!"

Rong Tianding smiled back.

He didn't ask too much, 'Why, do you feel abnormal? ' and so on, let Wei Shaoer watch his condition there.

"Do you feel dry mouth and sore body?" Wei Shaoer asked, "Do you get hungry easily?"

"No no no no!"

Rong Tianding replied three nos in a row, directly rejecting Wei Shaoer's many questions.

Ever since Zhang Xuezhou found out that this woman is highly skilled and ruthless, Rong Tianding has been extremely careful when in contact with her, choosing not to offend others as much as possible, and answering whatever the other party asks.

Wei Shaoer looked at Rong Tianding, then at Zhang Xuezhou who was at the window with his sleeves covering his face, pretending to mourn and cry for the funeral, and finally had to go downstairs.

"She asked for another two catties of beef!"

Rong Tianding craned his neck to take a look, and when he saw Wei Shaoer went to the store to buy two catties of cold beef, he felt that the other party's appetite was no less than that of Zhang Xuezhou a few days ago.

"It's better to eat more when you're pregnant!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

He is the one who treats bruises, so Zhang Xuezhou didn't ask more questions.

There is no credit for Wei Shao'er's work if it is done well, and it is all trouble if it is messed up.

If Wei Shaoer bleeds again, Zhang Xuezhou will help to take care of it, but if it involves other things, Zhang Xuezhou will not take the initiative to participate, so as not to get burned.

Zhang Xuezhou was thinking about his earning money, while Wei Shaoer, who was eating on the first floor, also noticed a big trouble.

Looking at the empty plate in front of her eyes, she felt that she still felt hungry.

Compared to usual, her eating and digestion are now several times faster, and may even increase.

The most troublesome thing for her now is not the symptoms of uterine bleeding, but the endless need for food.

Simply put, it's money.

Only with enough money can she buy enough meat.

Wei Shaoer stuffed Zhang Xuezhou with one or two gold nuggets when he was treated. This kind of behavior seems to be extravagant, but she is indeed not a rich person.

At that time, she only wanted to heal her injuries, and then escaped from Chang'an City to practice alchemy and take medicine.

If Wei Shaoer was to pay a large sum of money again, she would be powerless.

Touching the broken silver and gold in her pocket, Wei Shaoer felt that she must find a source of income immediately, otherwise she would not be able to survive for half a month after eating like this, and even when her physical condition deteriorated further, eating meat might not be able to satisfy her body. demand.

"Got to make a lot of money!"

Wei Shaoer touched the dagger.

For her with force, solving the problem simply and rudely is obviously the most direct way of thinking.

But the current Chang'an City is heavily guarded, and it is undoubtedly difficult to do anything illegal.

After Zhang Xuezhou lay on the window waiting for the final national funeral, Wei Shaoer also lay on the window sill of his room and waited.

But unlike Zhang Xuezhou who put on airs to cooperate with the national funeral, Wei Shaoer looked more at everyone who walked along the street participating in the national funeral.

Who has money, who has no money, who is valued by the family, who is not valued, and who is in charge of the economic power, whatever comes into her eyes, Wei Shaoer can see the details.

"That guy is not bad, this one seems to be rich, that one is wearing rich clothes, and the jade pendant he is wearing is not bad, he must be very popular with the elders!"

Wei Shao'er not only has to pick rich people to fight, she also has to pick people who can beat them.

Lying on the window sill and watching for a long time, Wei Shao'er finally followed the target, then left the inn, wandered to the side of the street and stood in the crowd of spectators, and continued to follow the crowd.

"The mother-in-law is out!"

Rong Tianding muttered a sentence.

"I want to change places to live!"

Rong Tianding can see that Zhang Xuezhou can also see Wei Shaoer's behavior.

He went out of the inn in a bad health, Zhang Xuezhou knew Wei Shaoer's carelessness without even thinking about it.

But unlike Zhang Xuezhou's way of earning money in the right way, Wei Shaoer obviously has the idea of ​​taking a shortcut.

Thinking that he might be involved, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but want to live in another place.