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

After they finished eating, they left Tang's Restaurant one after the other.

Xu Changshou felt a little painful on his face, and the knife in his hand disappeared.

Where did it go?

He bet on the restaurant. He would never have thought that treating Qin He, a silly boy, to breakfast would cost eight taels of silver.

Fortunately, he was eating noodles. If he had eaten meat, he would have spent all his money.

"Sir, how about...I take you back?"

Qin He felt embarrassed when he saw Xu Changshou looked constipated. He was unable to stop the car when his magic power took effect.

"No need, go back and rest. See you later."

Xu Changshou waved his hands quickly. "Good fellow, you're sending me back? What if my enthusiastic father invites you to have lunch again? Will the Xu family still be able to bear it?"

"Well... Sir, have a good trip. Next time we'll have steamed buns instead. They're cheaper."

Xu Changshou staggered and walked very quickly.

……

The canal dock is always bustling in the early morning. No matter how impoverished the people's livelihood is in the Dali Dynasty, it will not affect this golden waterway.

Qin He touched his stomach and walked back slowly. The breakfast gave him another five years of internal strength. Together with the last five years, he had a total of ten years of internal strength.

He was very curious about what the level of Ten Years was, so he saw a cattle post on the side of the road and secretly used his internal energy to slap it.

"Oh!"

Gravel flew everywhere, and the stone pile as thick as a thigh broke into seven or eight pieces.

Qin He was startled, looked around, and quickly covered his face and ran away.

The owner of the cattle shop heard the noise and ran out, not knowing what was going on. He looked around and found that the stake where the cattle were tied had broken into a pile of stones. He angrily cursed, "Who the hell did this? They are so wicked!"

……

The crematorium during the day is far less lively than at night.

There was only one official left to guard the gate, and most of the crematorium workers went back to their rooms to sleep after breakfast. Outsiders would not come to this unlucky place, and no poultry or livestock were raised there, so the crematorium was particularly quiet during the day.

Three or five crematorium workers were leaning against the wall, lazily drying lice.

Qin He, who had increased his internal strength by ten years, did not feel tired at all, so he walked over and leaned against the wall together.

When they saw Qin He, they finally felt a little alive.

Because some of them saw Xu Changshou leading Qin He into Tangji Restaurant in the morning.

Fifteen cents a day for food was barely enough to keep the cremators fed, and they couldn't even dream of staying in a place like Tangji Restaurant.

"Qin Wazi, Xu Changshou invited you to have some wine?" The speaker was Old Liangtou, a skinny man who was the oldest among the crematorium workers. He had been at the crematorium for some time, and his eyes lit up when he talked about wine.

"I didn't drink." Qin He shook his head honestly.

"If we don't serve alcohol in a restaurant, what do we serve?"

Old Liang looked a little disappointed, as if as long as Qin He drank the wine, he would be satisfied.

"Shredded pork noodles."

"What a pity, ouch." Old Liang shook his head and lay down again.

"What's so good about wine? Meat is the real thing." The cremator Liu Sanjin came over and asked with a smile, "Qin Wazi, what kind of meat did you eat?"

Qin He was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "I ate too fast and didn't look closely."

"Hey, you don't even look at the meat before eating it, what a waste." Liu Sanjin looked regretful.

"It's in my stomach, so I won't waste it." Qin He patted his stomach and grinned.

He really couldn't tell what kind of meat it was. The ingredients in this time and space were very different from the time and space he came from.

Not to mention the meat, even the noodles don’t taste the same.

"Qin Wazi, didn't you get five taels of silver last time? Why don't you leave this damn place?" The cremator who spoke last was called Li Quezi. One of his legs was lame for some unknown reason, and he walked with a stagger.

"That's right. If we stay here, we will die sooner or later. Maybe we can find a way to survive if we go out and try our luck." Liu Sanjin agreed.

Qin He smiled but said nothing.

The crematorium is now a treasure trove for him. How could he possibly leave?

I wouldn't trade it even for a dragon throne.

"In this world, human life is like grass. There's no way to survive. We're all short-lived ghosts. The sooner we die, the sooner we'll be reborn." Old Liang tilted his head back and changed his posture, muttering softly, "If I had known earlier, I would have died in my hometown, so I could return to my roots. Now, I'll just be a wandering ghost when I die."

Several crematorium workers looked at Old Liangtou and remained silent.

They were all refugees from faraway places, who had drifted to a foreign land in search of a way to survive, only to arrive there waiting to die.

Qin He looked up at the sky. It hadn't rained in the capital for half a year. The sun was shining brightly every day, and the vast north was filled with a desolate atmosphere.

There was no shortage of water in the canal, but the increasing number of refugees indicated that life was becoming increasingly difficult. Every morning, government officials would push carts around the streets, carrying out one emaciated corpse after another from every nook and cranny.

When the cart was full, it was dragged to the mass grave for burial.

Although Qinhe has never experienced fleeing famine, its predecessor still retains the tragic memory of fleeing famine.

The huge Qin clan, with more than 300 people, migrated from western Shanxi. When they encountered soldiers on the way, more than half of them died. When they encountered rebel troops, a small number died again. When they encountered bandits, half of them died again. Some of them starved to death, died of thirst, died of exhaustion, or were killed and eaten... In the end, only this hair was left when they arrived in the capital.

"If I had money, I would definitely have a good meal with meat, all meat. It would be worth it even if I died the next day after eating so much." After a long time, Liu Sanjin muttered.

"Wine is the essence of grain. If you eat meat without wine, you will eat in vain." Old Liang retorted.

"You old drunkard, if you have the guts, just follow Li Quezi's example and save up your coins to buy some wine. But you don't have the guts to do that."

"To sacrifice one's life for money is to seek death."

"..."

The two started arguing again.

Qin He looked at Li Quezi. Saving copper coins at the crematorium was a "very bold" thing to do.

Although people are mean, they have strong lives. For a cremator, money is an ominous thing that can ruin his fate.

They are born to be poor and unlucky. They cannot bear wealth and will die if they come into contact with wealth.

Therefore, the cremators would use all the fifteen copper coins they received every day to exchange for food, not keeping a single cent, for fear that the money would harm their fate and be eaten by the corpses.

Qin He had always followed this rule before, spending all the fifteen cents every day. He was a little curious about what Liu Quezi was going to do by boldly saving copper coins.

"Hey, I think that if you die without ever having tasted a woman, your life is meaningless. I've asked around, and you can get one for fifty cents at the entrance of the old alley. I save five cents a day, and that's enough for ten days."

Li Guizi rubbed his hands unnaturally, his face flushed, and he laughed.

"How many days left?" Qin He asked.

Li Quezi raised his hand and said, "Five days."

"almost."

Qin He nodded.

At this moment, Li Guizi's face was shining with the brilliance of fighting for the continuation of the human species at all costs, as pure as the Virgin Mary.

At the entrance of the old alley, fifty cents.

Qin He kept it in mind silently.

……

Spent the whole day lazily.

As it was getting dark, the bodies to be cremated were transported to the crematorium.

The officers distributed the bodies, closed and locked the doors one by one, and began their work.

The body assigned to Qin He was brought into the room by Xu Changshou.

Xu Changshou's face was a little serious. "Be careful tonight. Burn this body and you'll have a free day tomorrow."

Qin He's heart skipped a beat. This sentence indicated that the corpse was an ominous sign.

This is also the rule of the crematorium. If they encounter some dangerous corpses and they are successfully cremated, they can have a "bye" the next day.

In the past, most of the butchers had a bye every ten days or half a month.

After Ma Butcher died, he came to me.

Xu Changshou didn't say much, left the body behind, locked the door and left.

Qin He let out a light breath, slowly lifted the shroud, and his hand paused.

Good guy, Ma Butcher.