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

The red flesh color is particularly tempting, attracting many wealthy people at the dock to come forward and buy it.

In the Dali Dynasty, beef was a meat that only the rich could afford, because privately killing a cow was a serious crime.

In the East, as an agricultural civilization, cattle are an important means of production, and all dynasties have strictly prohibited the private slaughter of oxen.

If the elderly, weak, injured or sick must be killed, the matter must be reported to the authorities, and official approval must be obtained before slaughtering. In addition, the hides, tendons and horns of the cattle must be handed over free of charge, as they are military supplies.

What made Qin He a little strange was that the shopkeeper of Niuhang was wiping his tears while watching the waiter cutting beef, as if his father had died.

There are so many cows in the cattle industry. Birth, aging, sickness and death are all normal. Why do you cry every time one dies?

You are not Lin Daiyu.

"Virtue, bah!"

Qin He spat and left carrying the cauldron.

As a result, I had only taken a few steps when I heard someone grumbling behind me.

"Catch the thief!!"

"Silver thief!"

Qin He turned around and saw a wealthy man pointing at a running figure and shouting.

I tried to catch up with him, but the speed was far behind.

The running figure was thin but agile. He quickly slipped through the crowd and disappeared in a flash after turning the corner of the street.

The wealthy man might be able to find someone at the corner, but he could only curse and swear at the person, and in fact he probably couldn't even see the person's face clearly.

……

Hou Xiaoliu ran for a long time and stopped at the foot of a wall. His chest heaved violently due to his fast running. He gasped for breath for a while, looked around to see that there was no one around, and opened the purse he had just obtained. Inside was a small ingot of silver and a dozen copper coins.

He weighed it and estimated it to be about 400 grams, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Let's split the money in half."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear and frightened him to death.

He hid the silver behind his back like lightning and looked carefully. A man with an iron pot on his head was standing next to him, grinning with dazzling white teeth.

Hou Xiaoliu ran away without saying a word, and was so scared that he broke out in a sweat.

Because he couldn't figure out when that person came to his side.

Fortunately, when he ran, the man didn't catch up with him.

Hou Xiaoliu ran from East Street to West Street in one breath, turning several times and hiding in a dilapidated temple before stopping.

Before he could catch his breath, the voice came again from above his head.

"Let's split it in half when we meet."

Hou Xiaoliu looked up and saw the man carrying the iron pot squatting on the wall, smiling at him.

Hou Xiaoliu screamed, "Oh my god!", got up and continued running.

There was another burst of wolves and pigs running around, running from the west to the north.

The result was the same as before, as soon as he stopped, the man appeared.

"Let's split it in half when we meet." His voice was magical.

Hou Xiaoliu was really scared. Even if he hadn't seen it before, he had heard that someone who could chase him with a big iron pot on his head as if it were a game was not an ordinary person.

"Please spare my life, sir. I have been hungry for three days and I can't hold on any longer. Please give me a way to live." Hou Xiaoliu was sweating coldly. He felt extremely scared that he could not escape from the other person's control even if he tried his best.

If I were arrested and brought to justice, I would be skinned alive even if I didn't die.

"Giving it half won't end your livelihood, right?" The man tilted his head.

"what?"

Hou Xiaoliu was stunned. "Half?"

"What's your name?"

"Hou...Hou Xiaoliu."

"Give me the purse."

"Yes, yes, good man."

Under absolute control, Hou Xiaoliu didn't dare to have any other thoughts.

Qin He took the purse, took out the small silver ingot from it and gently broke it in two.

He put half into his pocket and the other half back into his purse and threw it back to Hou Xiaoliu.

Hou Xiaoliu was stunned. This kind of silver ingot was very hard, and even teeth might not be able to bite off a small piece. But this man could actually break the silver with his bare hands.

Could the silver be fake?

Hou Xiaoliu suddenly thought of something and quickly took out the silver and put it in his mouth to bite.

After biting it, I found that the silver was fine.

When I looked at the hero again, he was gone again.

……

"Boss, give me a pound of beef."

Qin He returned to the Niutou stall with the iron pot on his head and put down six coins of silver.

"Okay."

Xiao Ershou was very skillful and cut a piece for Qin He. When he weighed it, it was exactly one pound.

You can tell he is an expert at first glance.

Qin He took the beef and went to the grain and oil shop again. He spent all the remaining one or two taels of silver to buy a pound of sesame oil, ten pounds of flour, half a pound of leavened dough, a kitchen knife, and some seasonings such as pepper, ginger, iris, and dogwood.

After returning to the crematorium with a full bag, the crematorium workers all went to sleep. Only Yang Baitou watched Qin He return to the crematorium in surprise.

The crematorium workers didn't know if they would have a tomorrow after today. Buying food and drinks was not uncommon, but buying a pot was absolutely unprecedented. Yang Baitou had been in the crematorium for thirty years and had never heard of such a thing.

An iron pot is not cheap. If you buy it and it turns out not to be good, you will give it to someone else at a lower price tomorrow.

Qin He's action was to show one thing: he was going to "live" in a crematorium.

Only those who can make a living will buy themselves some "possessions".

"As expected, extraordinary people always behave in unusual ways!"

Yang Baitou gave Qin He an astonishing evaluation.

Qin He put down his things and ran to Yang Baitou to borrow a cart. He went outside to move stones and collect mud to prepare to build a stove.

If you have inner strength, you can work faster. With a slap, a big rock will be broken into seven or eight pieces immediately. After trimming the edges and corners, it will be smooth and flat like a brick.

After four or five trips back and forth, all the materials were finally gathered.

Then it’s time to build it.

It doesn't take a lot of skill to build a single stove. You can do it slowly by repairing it.

Although it is a bit ugly, it does not affect its practicality.

Put the iron pot on top and apply a circle of mud, and the stove is ready.

He scooped up some coal slag and ignited it with kerosene to slowly roast out the moisture, then Qin He went to knead the dough.

Tonight, he planned to have a good meal.

After kneading the dough, he went to a nearby mass grave and cut two bamboos to make a steamer for bowls, chopsticks and bowls.

Once the Shadowless Hand is activated, not only can these things be done, but they can also be done very quickly.

By the time everything was ready, it was dark.

The bodies of the soldiers arrived, sixteen in total.

The "awareness" of the three villains has not improved at all. They even gave Qin He a bye and didn't even send a single corpse over.

Qin He spared them temporarily because the food was about to be served and continued with his own culinary endeavors.

After working hard until the moon rose over the mountain, a meal of stir-fried beef with chili peppers and white flour buns, which was extremely sumptuous for Qin He, was finally served.

The white and fluffy steamed buns are sweet even without sugar.

Not to mention the stir-fried beef with peppers, one bite is full of happiness.

Just as Qin He was enjoying his meal with his cheeks stuffed, there was a sound of the door opening.

Qin He raised his head because he didn't hear any footsteps.

Not only were there no footsteps, but even the sounds of patrolling officers outside had disappeared at some point.

The door opened and a fair-faced young man wearing a small bamboo hat walked in. Seeing Qin He's round cheeks and looking at the food on the table, he was slightly stunned.

Qin He was also stunned.

"Who are you?"

"Luo Jiu."

The man took off his bamboo hat and hung it on the beam. He walked up to the front and said, "Excuse me for asking a question."

"Who?"

The man took out a portrait from his arms, which showed a handsome young man.

Qin He recognized the snake fairy Liu Cang.