chsdbacks Chapter 194 Wishing Pen
Chapter 194 Wishing Pen
Prayer pen: This is a magic pen that can record the prayers of believers, and the heart is sincere.
Note: it compares waste paper.
Qin He was slightly pleasantly surprised, and with a twist of his wrist, the wishing pen was now in the palm of his hand.
This is a pen with a very peculiar shape. There is a very delicate clip on the shaft, which looks like three sticks of incense burning.
Qin He immediately took out the magic little notebook.
Isn't it just waste paper?
I don't have to worry about it.
The magic little book will never run out.
Gently clip the wishing pen on the magic little book.
Ho!
Generally long, generally short, a natural pair.
As soon as I clipped it on, I saw the aura of the wishing pen flickering. In this small book, I began to record:
Niu Asan, a refugee from Kang Township, Chen County, Yanzhou, prayed for more rice and less bran in the porridge.
Liu Zicheng, a refugee from Liujiawa Village, Mizhi County, Shanzhou Prefecture, prayed for his soul to return to his hometown after death.
Grandma Huang, a vegetable farmer at the Gyeonggi Wharf, also wished her only son to recover from illness, with +5 merit.
Miao Yongde, the shopkeeper of Miaoji Cattle Shop, prayed to meet more idiots like Qin He and achieve his small goal of earning 300 taels a year.
Tang Tiankui, the shopkeeper of Tangji Restaurant, prays that the customers will be full, and that he will make a lot of money every day.
When Qin He saw it, his face was a little dark.
They are also shopkeepers, why is there such a big difference?
Who is the idiot?
Is that stupid?
That's not bad money! Not bad money!
Look at the shopkeeper Tang Tiankui Tang, if you pray for a boom in business, it will be prosperous, and if you make a lot of money every day, you will make a lot of money every day, it is not shameful.
This Qingniu Great Immortal is wise and powerful, smart and wise, suave and romantic, everyone loves everyone, flowers bloom when they see flowers, fish fall into wild geese, flowers are ashamed in a closed moon, he is unparalleled in the world; Just a little bit.
Who is the fool?
Still a small target?
Nonsence! !
How did you learn it, virtue.
Qin He took a deep breath, and felt the urge to rush to the shrine and drag Miao Yongde out to beat him up.
But after thinking about it, forget it.
This hall is a dignified Qingniu Daxian, who is tolerant of all rivers and rivers, and the prime minister can pull a boat in his stomach, so he doesn't have the same knowledge as a profiteer like you.
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Back at the crematorium, Qin He saw a group of cremators beaming and discussing something.
Not only them, Yang Baitou also looked happy, holding a paperwork in his hand.
Qin He was surprised and walked over.
When Yang Baitou saw Qin He, he also greeted him, and said with a smile: "Qin He, the Commander of Feiyuwei has made Mr. Shen grateful for the great sacrifices made by the cremators this year in carrying out their official duties, and hereby writes a letter ordering the crematoriums in the four cities to rest for seven days. Carefully tidy up the internal affairs and expel evil spirits and evil spirits."
"Seven days?" Qin He was taken aback, thinking he heard it wrong.
The so-called rest and bathing are vacations, and Dali officials, including official messengers, only have one day of rest and bathing every month.
Let alone a place like the crematorium, one day a year to rest and bath is considered a boon.
If you say that the cremation hall has a seven-day rest period, Qin Hexin, those people will push them to the crematorium if they can't finish the burning, and it doesn't matter how many people will die if the crematorium can hold it.
Anyway, if you can keep yourself from getting tired, don't let yourself get tired.
When will the crematorium be able to rest for seven days?
If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!
Qin He didn't feel right, maybe Shen Lian already knew his identity.
This seven-day rest and bathing, it might be something tricky.
Qin He suddenly felt a little pain in his flesh.
Seven days.
How many corpses do we have to burn less?
There are fourteen for two in one day, and twenty-one for three in one day.
Good guy, I managed to earn more than thirty pieces today.
Paste it back more than half.
Panic!
Shaking his head, Qin He was about to go back to the crematorium, but Yang Baitou hurriedly pulled Qin He to an empty corner, rubbed his hands and smiled like a flower, and said, "Qin He, the tail of the Gao family and the Qiao family , it's getting more and more fierce, the price has risen to one thousand taels, how about it, do you want to do it?"
"A thousand taels?"
Qin He pondered, the tea money is so-so.
A family is one thousand taels, and two families are two thousand.
The most important thing is not the money, but what are you going to do these seven days?
There is no need to look at the cremation hall, the gang of cremation officers probably have to work in two shifts to deal with the cremation, and most of the corpses are from local sources, the roads are blocked by heavy snow, and the transport of corpses from other places to the capital has basically stopped.
If you want a better corpse, you can only find it yourself.
There are still a few coffins in the mass grave, but they are three feet frozen and hard, Qin He doesn't want to go to that trouble, raise them, and let's say in the spring, they have already used the calibration technique, so they can't escape.
Think of all kinds of ghosts and ghosts wandering around the capital at night.
Qin He felt that a dozen "game" would be good, so he said, "Okay, I'll go and have a look, I can tell you if I can do it or not."
"It's enough to have you. The Qiao family and the Gao family recognize you now."
Yang Baitou's face turned red with excitement, and he said: "Then I'll go and answer them right now, while we're resting, let's do some good work."
After that, Yang Baitou briefly told Qin He about the recent situation of Gao's and Qiao's families.
Summarized in one word: ghostly point.