Empress Mi Benji

Chapter 2

"It's great that the family members of the traitors were beheaded."

"Too shameless, the family hid in You Country."

"Fortunately, one was left. Although it is a woman, it deserves it."

"I can't see that it's this kind of family that usually gives out porridge every month."

"This Duke Zhen's mansion is also cruel. This corpse is placed on the street, shining brightly, but it's too scary."

"The family has already cut off the banquet, otherwise the relatives will not be able to send wine and food to an ordinary commoner who has been favored when they are dying."

"Is there anyone in this kind of traitor family who gives food and drink?"

"Everyone has it. My poor son, life and death are uncertain now. Damn Siqin Shengjing, you will die badly."

The disturbing news passed through Zhuang Xun's ears. He was the accountant of a pawn shop. These news came from the teahouse next door. To relieve the nausea of ​​knowing murder in the morning, he chose a lively place.

"Nobody collected the corpse?" Zhuang Xun stroked the table.

"If no one collects the corpse and drags it to the mass grave tomorrow, it will become a lonely ghost, she deserves it!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait. At night, the wild dog may take the head away."

"Dogs won't eat this disgusting human skull."

The more they talked, the more terrifying they became. Zhuang Xun looked at the sky, and the dark sky was approaching night.

Although he was a little afraid of the execution ground, he still mustered up the courage to come to the execution ground again when he thought of the boldness of Si Qin Mi's words today.

With a good hand, walking through the Meridian Gate, the blood-stained square is like a slaughterhouse, with human heads, blood, and corpses, allowing the public to visit at will. The dynasty tells everyone the fate of the relatives of the traitor family with the bloody reality.

Just seeing such a scene, Zhuang Xun was already a little dizzy, his chest was tight, and his stomach was uncomfortable, let alone looking for someone.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker, I thought about the hardships I had just gone through, being marked as a refugee without a job and starving, that bowl of rice porridge, and a sentence that I have never forgotten.

"Little master wants to find a job, Chunlan, please tell the steward."

Although because of the short hair was misunderstood as a monk and returned to vulgarity, he was taken care of.

But the fact is that he has found the job that suits him best, Mr. Accountant.

This position is not something you can just do, you need someone to recommend you, but Zhuang Xun is a time traveler without any proof, he is not as good as the local people in hard work, without this sentence, he might have become a real refugee.

Thinking about Si Qin Mi's bold words yesterday that he was willing to splash blood to wash away the filth, how could he have the heart to expose the corpse of his benefactor and the martyr whom he admired in the market.

Zhuang Xun looked at the execution ground, took two steps back, and walked to the coffin shop in his memory, first to ease his state.

I bought the cheapest and bargained with the boss, hired a carriage, and carried the coffin to the execution ground.

It was almost dark too.

"To get the corpse, first give the guard forty renminbi. This is called the guardian fee..." The driver was an old man with white hair and talkative, and he popularized the knowledge of the execution ground to Zhuang Xun.

In short, death requires money, and I can't afford to die. Dead people have to squeeze out a lot of oil.

"Do you want the old man to help you find the corpse? Ten cents is enough." When he came to the execution ground, seeing Zhuang Xun's unsteady stand, the old man said thoughtfully.

"Trouble old man." Zhuang Xun was still not used to this kind of scene of corpses and blood.

"It's in that position, what's its name?" The old man showed a happy face, and he easily got it.

"About the main entrance, female, Siqin Mi." Zhuang Xun said word by word, holding back the idea of ​​vomiting.

"Surname Siqin? The daughter of the Siqin family who was executed today? The daughter of the traitor?" The old man's expression turned cold.

"That's right." Zhuang Xun said sadly, not noticing his cold expression.

"Put down the coffin." The old man said forcefully.

"No, it would be fine to just put the corpse in the coffin, why should it be unloaded." Zhuang Xun was a little puzzled.

"You, old man, quit this business! Let your coffin be lowered." The old man said sternly, with an expression of uncontrollable anger. .

"Why... I understand."

The daughter of a traitor, everyone can't wait for her body to be exposed in the wilderness.

"The old man's hometown is in Xihe County, Siqin Shengjing, a bastard, his daughter deserves more than his death!" After the coffin was lowered, the old man climbed into the donkey cart and said viciously to Zhuang Xun.

"I know." He said to himself, Zhuang Xun certainly knew how much the people had against Si Qin Mi.

All the hatred about Siqin Shengjing was vented on Siqin Mi who stayed in Yindu.

But being favored by others, they are in trouble, and they are capable but do not help. Zhuang Xun can't do it, and he is sorry for the education he has received for more than ten years.

With the guardian money ready, Zhuang Xun entered the execution ground. With the pungent smell and the ground soaked in a lot of blood, he felt like he was going to pass out.

Zhuang Xun recalled the place this morning and endured the discomfort to find the head covered in blood.

Beheaded, but not completely beheaded, there is still a little skin sticking together on the neck.

Fortunately, the eyes are closed, and the eyes of other corpses are open. It is really terrifying, and death will not rest in peace.

Enduring nausea and powerlessness, he moved the corpse into the coffin, knelt down on the ground, and vomited.

I didn't eat dinner again, and what I spit out was acid water.

After vomiting, I leaned against the coffin in a daze.

What to do next, where will the coffin be buried?

It took another ten renminbi to ask the side guards to take care of them, but they were dismissed at five o'clock.

Zhuang Xun ran to various car dealers, and when he heard that it was a pianist's daughter, he refused to transport it, because most of the people in the car dealers came from Xihe County.

Now the entire Xihe County is eager to eat the flesh of the pianist, not only forbids himself, but also forbids all colleagues to pull, and even borrows horses.

The land was easy to find, regardless of Feng Shui, more than ten square meters, but due to the proximity to the capital, the price of the land was second only to the coffin, and Zhuang Xun's wallet shrank again.

Returning to the execution ground in time and continuing to take care of the coffin, Zhuang Xunduo hoped that someone from Zhenguo Gongfu, that is, Siqinmi's husband's family, would come, but he was so sleepy that he slept on the coffin all night and nothing happened. Here comes the man who cleans up the dead bodies.

Random packing, mixing human heads and corpses, anyway, they are thrown in mass graves, and then the ground is cleaned to clean up the blood. The destination of these corpses is mass graves.

"Excuse me, can you help transport a coffin? I'll pay for it." Zhuang Xun said hopefully.

"It's usually transported, but you have a pianist girl in it, right? That's not good. You can let us transport it to the mass grave." The leader of the soldiers spit, showing that they are not interested in the pianist. dismissive.

"Let's be more accommodating, Master Bing." Zhuang Xun handed over eight or nine copper coins.

"Accommodating? The rules and regulations are just like this. It is strictly forbidden to use a corpse truck to transport corpses for people who are not relatives of the corpse." The soldier took the money and explained the relevant rules and regulations, as if the money was only enough to know the information of the regulations.

"..." Zhuang Xun understood that this was making things difficult, and he also understood that it was difficult for him to solve it with money. If he had a lot of money, he could solve it, but he didn't.

He is holding his breath now, he has done everything, how could he give up.

Hearing the relatives mentioned by the soldiers, Zhuang Xun thought of Duke Zhenguo's mansion, Siqinmi's husband's family.

(End of this chapter)