My Book of Ten Thousand Jobs in the Godly World

Chapter 2 The Revolving Lantern

Ji Yuan stepped forward.

The body of Wang Sanbao was severely trampled by Zhang Miao.

There were corpses around, including broken arms, broken legs, and ectopic intestines. They had different appearances of death, but without exception, they were all emaciated.

Only the Wang Sanbao in front of him had a fat belly that was particularly eye-catching, like a pregnant woman who was eight months pregnant.

This is still the year of great famine.

It can be seen how chic he is on weekdays.

Zhang Miao beside him had already begun to curse, "Before the Great Wilderness, this man was the most cruel to his tenants and slave laborers."

"From one acre of land, seven out of ten are harvested. Listen, is this a commission that a person can tell?"

When Ji Yuan heard this, he couldn't help but take a breath.

This person is really evil.

"The ones who eat the worst are the ones who do the most."

"A contract to sell oneself is also the most sinister. A contract lasts for fifty years, which means it will last fifty years after death."

"In these fifty years, everything owned by the slaves belongs to the master's family."

"Because most of them are illiterate, I don't know how many foreigners were deceived by him, and their lives are not as good as those of beggars begging in a beggar gang."

"Even many bandits have threatened to burn down his old house."

"However, he invited more than a dozen nursing homes, led by the famous Baiyiquan Songcheng Mountain in Heishi County, to keep him standing."

"Now the sky has eyes!"

Zhang Miao chuckled.

Then he kicked me hard again.

"That's almost it. Be careful of evil spirits."

Ji Yuan stretched out his hand to stop the man, "I'll find a location with bad feng shui and bury him."

"Let him have a 'good life' in his next life."

"alright."

Zhang Miao took another step, then turned around and picked up another body and walked towards the other side.

Ji Yuan looked at Wang Dahu at his feet. Sanxi Township was right next to the mass graves, covering a distance of two miles.

It had turned into a deserted wasteland half a year ago.

It's up to you!

He immediately picked up the decomposing body of Wang Dahu.

Look around.

He walked towards the foot of the shady tomb slope.

From time to time, firelight flickered on the mass graves.

Only those corpses that were really rotten and were in danger of being plagued would be burned.

If you can be buried according to folk customs, try to do so according to the rules.

of course,

Keep it simple.

But even though there were more than a hundred workers, apprentices and schoolchildren on the mass grave, it was still too busy.

Countless bodies are transported every day.

In his eyes, Wanzhi Shu was reflected again.

His eyes stayed on the post column.

Expanded information comes to mind.

"Youzuo (blue) can get the power [soul-suppressing]"

"[Soul Resurrection]: When used on oneself, the mental recovery speed is increased, and sufficient mental and physical strength can be restored through a shorter rest period.

When actively released, some irritable creatures or evil spirits within a radius of ten meters will be reluctant to approach and stay away. "

(Promotion conditions: Thirty pounds of pork, thirty pounds of mutton, and ten requiem herbs.)
The condition for activating the power of [仵作] is to bury corpses, which requires one point of proficiency.

For this quality improvement, the conditions have changed.

Just thirty kilograms of pork and mutton each made Ji Yuan take a breath.

The requiem herbal medicine even touched my blind spot of knowledge.

only……

"Soul Soul...This power is not bad."

Ji Yuan was delighted.

It should be noted that most of the celebrities, geniuses, and top academics in previous lives actually have one characteristic in common.

That's high energy.

They are like machines that never rest. They are studying crazily, learning and absorbing knowledge efficiently 24 hours a day.

Let them master knowledge that ordinary people have not mastered for many years in a very short period of time.

There are many examples of people who only sleep five or six hours a day and can work full-time.

Ji Yuan can even make violent comments.

Energetic energy is the difference between ordinary people and geniuses.

The power of soul-suppressing will undoubtedly shorten the gap between Ji Yuan and genius.

As for the latter part of dispelling angry creatures or evil spirits...

It’s hard to comment on Ji Yuan for the time being.

take it easy.

"Carrying means to invite people away and send them away in glory. It may not be said to have merit, but it will never offend people."

"The body was damaged by dragging and bumping. If the remaining soul of the deceased is still alive and resentful, I'm afraid he will take revenge on you."

Ji Yuan was talking to himself, constantly recalling the rules for burying corpses.

The assessment after three months will not only involve stone lifting, but also the burial rules.

Of course, the latter is relatively simple.

But just in case, Ji Yuan would deliberately make a note of it every day.

As for these gods and Buddhas.

Ji Yuan didn't believe it at first.

But now that people have moved to another world, there is no room for him to disbelieve even a little bit.

Gods and Buddhas may not exist, but tyrannical practitioners probably do exist.

Walked dozens of steps.

Ji Yuan looked to the left.

At the end of the field of vision is a city looming in the mist.

That should be Blackstone County.

Yes,

Traveling through this world for a whole month.

He didn't even know what the city gate looked like.

Ji Yuan placed Wang Sanbao's body in an open space, picked up a shovel and started digging a hole bit by bit.

The soil in the grave mound was very hard. Every time the shovel poked into it, Ji Yuan had to step on the iron edge with his feet and step down little by little.

This made it even more difficult for Ji Yuan, who was already eating poorly and exhausted.

Muscles went from weak, to sore, to numb.

Ji Yuan repeated mechanically, and finally dug the big hole for burying people.

Looking at the corpse that he had sent into the pit.

He put his hands on his chest.

Ji Yuan began to think silently in his heart.

Money, gold, treasure...

He recited it silently dozens of times before finally speaking from his heart.

Revolving door.

call!
A warm light shone instantly, and black shadows danced in front of me like shadow puppets. The deep courtyard of the house came into view. Under the flickering lights, "Zi" with a jeweled round hat on his head knelt in front of a bench.

"Master Song, please forgive me this time."

"I don't dare any more."

Ji Yuan couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly, and could only see Wang Sanbao's trembling hands.

"Hmph, it's a 50-50 split on the surface, but you take three points first, and then divide the remaining 70%. It's a 50-50 split."

"Wang Sanbao, you have actually tricked me."

boom!
The voice did not fall.

Wang Sanbao was kicked to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of noisy footsteps all around.

Wang Sanbao cried and raised his head, watching helplessly as big boxes were being moved away one after another in the courtyard.

The screen turns again.

The huge courtyard was deserted, and there were blazing fires everywhere.

The robbing, tearing, and fighting of hungry people could be heard outside the darkness.

The slow-moving ‘self’ crawled in the muddy hole.

Finally he emerged from a thatched house on a hill.

It was a woodshed. Under the straw pile in the woodshed, there was an independent cellar. Wang Sanbao pulled out the wooden cover.

A small warehouse was revealed inside.

Silver, copper coins, jewelry, bacon, as well as water bags, water jars and bottles...

Wang Sanbao tremblingly picked up a pottery bottle, poured out the pills and put them into his mouth.

After a long time,

He took some bacon and a water bag and ate them leisurely...

The screen stopped abruptly.

Ji Yuan was distracted and returned to the current world.

This revolving door scene seems to have been a while ago.

I don’t know if the small vault is still there, and the contents in it are still there.

After all, the carousel came to an abrupt end and Wang Sanbao's body appeared again in the mass grave. It is difficult to guess what happened in the middle.

Was he discovered by hungry people and ransacked the firewood house?

Either he was settled by the Song Yuan Shou Qiuhou, or he was killed on the way into the city...

What if... what if that firewood hut became a stronghold for hungry people? If I went there hastily, my life would be in danger.

Eating two-legged sheep is nothing new around Blackstone County these days.

"Ji Yuan, let's go!"

Zhang Miao's voice came from a distance.

"Oh."

Ji Yuan responded.

He quickly ran towards the distance.

The rich aroma quickly penetrates the nose.

There was smoke from several large tents ahead.

Ji Yuan took a look and saw a big pot not far away.

Remove with a large spoon from the pot.

The large pieces of pork and vermicelli were crystal clear, and there were multigrain and white flour steamed buns on the basket next to them.

Ji Yuan and Zhang Miao beside him couldn't help but swallowed.

What a richness.

Next to him, a boy half a head shorter than him rushed towards the pork stewed vermicelli.

But suddenly a big man appeared in front of him.

"Go over there as schoolchildren."

The schoolboy followed the direction of the big man's finger.

There is a big pot dozens of steps away.

"After dinner, go to the usual place and wait."

The middle-aged man who was leading the way for the schoolchildren turned around and gave instructions, then sat in the erected grass shed.

The young man immediately drooped his ears and nodded, and quickly changed teams.

Because a queue has begun to form in front of the big pot.

There were quite a few people under these two sheds, nearly a hundred in total.

Ji Yuan tilted his head and looked at the big pot eagerly.

then……

He watched with his own eyes as the chef in charge grabbed a basket of bark and poured it into the pot.

In addition, there is a pot of fine brown sand, which may also be fine soil.

Then stir quickly with a large spoon in the pot.

Soon.

Ji Yuan looked at the thick porridge in the bowl he received.

Brows furrowed.

Of course there were a lot of millet and rice husks in the soil and tree bark, as well as vegetable leaves from unknown vegetables.

Although he has been eating for a month, Ji Yuan still wants to complain.

Is this what people eat?
Although he lived a very miserable life in his previous life, at least he had white steamed buns and pickles for three meals a day.

This bowl is nothing.

Look at the pork stewed vermicelli and steamed buns a few dozen steps away.

The gap between a workman and a schoolchild is simply heaven and hell.

But then think about the victims outside who can’t even eat tree bark.

Ji Yuan looked at the 'thick porridge' in the bowl, his eyes becoming more determined.

He picked up the bowl and put the porridge in the bowl into his mouth while pretending to be calm.

Chew hard for dozens of times, and then swallow the food with difficulty.

But the pained face still betrayed him.

But don't tell me...

Although this porridge is difficult to swallow, it is indeed filling.

vomit~
The new boy behind him vomited it out.

"Boy, you're new here."