After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Prayer Pen: This is a magical pen that can record the wishes of believers. Those who are sincere will receive the prayer.

Note: It is quite waste paper.

Qin He was slightly surprised, and with a turn of his wrist, the prayer pen appeared in his palm.

This is a pen with a very unique shape. There is a very delicate pen clip on the shaft, which looks like three burning incense sticks.

Qin He immediately took out the magic little notebook.

Isn't it just waste paper?

I no longer have to worry about it.

The magic notebook can never be used up.

Gently clip the prayer pen onto the magic notebook.

Ho!

Generally long, generally short, a match made in heaven.

As soon as I put it in, I saw the prayer pen flashing, and I began to record in this little notebook:

Niu Asan, a refugee from Kangxiang, Chen County, Yanzhou, prayed for more rice and less bran in his porridge.

Liu Zicheng, a refugee from Liujiawa Village in Mizhi County, Shanzhou, prayed that his soul would return to his hometown after death.

Grandma Huang, a vegetable farmer at Gyeonggi Wharf, fulfilled her wish for her only son to recover from illness, merit +5.

Miao Yongde, the owner of Miaoji Niuhang, prays to meet more fools like Qin He so that he can achieve his small goal of earning three hundred taels a year.

Tang Tiankui, the owner of Tangji Restaurant, prays for a large number of customers and a huge profit every day.

Qin He looked at it and his face turned a little dark.

They are both shopkeepers, why is there such a big difference?

Who is the big fool?

Is that stupid?

That's called not being short of money! Not being short of money!

Look at the shopkeeper Tang Tiankui. He prays for a booming business and it happens. He makes a fortune and it happens. There is nothing shameful about it.

This Green Ox Immortal is wise and powerful, intelligent, suave and charming, loved by everyone, and makes flowers bloom when he sees them. He is so beautiful that fishes sink to the bottom of their chests and geese fall to the ground, and the moon hides in shame. He is unparalleled in the world. He is just a little bit inferior to all of you readers who have followed the book here.

Who is the fool?

Still a small goal?

Nonsence! !

Where did you learn this? Morality.

Qin He took a deep breath and had an urge to rush to the temple to drag Miao Yongde out and beat him up.

But then I thought, forget it.

I am the dignified Green Ox Immortal, who is as broad-minded as the ocean and as tolerant as the prime minister. I will not argue with a profiteer like you.

……

Returning to the crematorium, Qin He saw a group of crematorium workers in high spirits, whispering and discussing something.

Not only them, Yang Baitou also looked happy, holding a document in his hand.

Qin He was curious and walked over.

Yang Baitou saw Qin He and came over, smiling, "Qin He, Lord Shen, the commander of the Feiyu Guard, is grateful for the great efforts of the cremators in performing their duties this year. He has issued a decree ordering the crematoriums in the four cities to close for seven days to carefully tidy up their houses and expel any evil spirits and harmful spirits."

"Seven days?" Qin He was surprised and thought he had misheard.

The so-called rest day is a holiday. Officials of Dali, including runners, only have one day off every month.

There is no need to talk about places like crematoriums. Being given one day of rest a year is considered a blessing.

If you say that the crematorium has a seven-day closure, Qin Hexin, then those people will push the bodies they can't finish burning to the crematorium, regardless of whether the crematorium can hold up or how many people will die.

Anyway, if you can avoid getting tired, then don't let yourself get tired.

When will crematoriums be able to close for seven consecutive days?

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!

Qin He felt something was wrong. He wondered if Shen Lian had already known his identity.

There might be something fishy going on during this seven-day rest period.

Qin He suddenly felt some pain in his flesh.

Seven days.

How many fewer bodies would have to be burned?

Two bodies a day means fourteen less, and three bodies a day means twenty-one less.

Wow, I finally made more than thirty bucks today.

Paste most of it back.

What a loss!

Shaking his head, Qin He was about to return to the crematorium when Yang Baitou quickly pulled Qin He to a deserted corner, rubbing his hands and smiling like a flower. He said, "Qin He, the Gao and Qiao families are getting more and more aggressive. The price has already risen to one thousand taels. What do you think? Do you want to do it?"

"One thousand taels?"

Qin He pondered and thought that the money for tea was just so-so.

One thousand taels for each family, and two thousand for each family.

The most important thing is not the money, but what are you going to do in these seven days?

There is no need to look at the crematorium. The crematorium officials probably have to work in two shifts to cope with the cremation. Moreover, most of the corpses are local. The heavy snow blocked the roads, and the transportation of corpses from other places to the capital has basically stopped.

If you want a better corpse, you have to find it yourself.

There were still a few coffins in the mass grave, but the ice was frozen solid. Qin He didn't want to waste his time and decided to let them rest until spring. He had already marked them, so he couldn't escape.

I think of all the ghosts and monsters that roamed the capital at night.

Qin He thought it would be nice to hunt some "wild game," so he said, "Okay, I'll go take a look. Whether it works or not is another matter."

"Just these words from you are enough. The Qiao and Gao families will now recognize you."

Yang Baitou's face flushed with excitement. He said, "Then I'll go and reply to them right away. Let's do some good work while we're on vacation."

Afterwards, Yang Baitou briefly told Qin He about the recent situation of the Gao and Qiao families.

To sum it up in one word: a trick.