Chapter 194 Wishing Pen
Prayer pen: This is a magic pen that can record the prayers of believers. Those who have sincere hearts are spiritual.
Note: It compares waste paper.
Qin He was slightly surprised, and turned his wrist and wished that the pen would be in the palm of his hand.
This is a very strange-shaped pen, with a very delicate shape on the stem, like a scent of three incense sticks.
Qin He immediately took out the magical small notebook.
Isn't it just waste paper?
No worries anymore.
There will never be enough magical notebooks to be used up.
Gently clip the prayer pen on the magical notebook.
Huh!
Generally long, usually short, and are born to be a pair.
As soon as I put it on, I saw the prayer pen flashing brightly. I started recording on this small notebook:
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, Shaanxi Province, prayed that his soul would return to his hometown after his death.
Grandma Huang, a vegetable farmer at the Jingji Wharf, wished to recover from her only son's illness, and her merit was 5.
Miao Yongde, the shopkeeper of Niu Xing of Miaoji, prayed to meet more fools like Qin He and achieve the small goal of earning 300 taels a year.
Tang Tiankui, the shopkeeper of Tangji Restaurant, prayed that the guests would be here and the money would be worth the money every day.
Qin He looked at it and his face was a little dark.
The same shopkeeper, why is the difference so big?
Who is the big fool?
Is that stupid?
That's called not short of money! Not short of money!
Look at the shopkeeper Tang Tiankui, who prays for a prosperous business, and you will be prosperous every day, you will be able to make money every day, and you will be able to make money every day. It is not embarrassing.
This green bull immortal is wise and wise, elegant and suave, and is loved by everyone. When flowers bloom, fish fall geese fall, and flowers are ashamed of the moon. They are unparalleled in the world. They are just as bad as all the readers and grandmas who have chased books and chased them here.
Who is the fool?
Still a small goal?
Ahhhhh!!
Where to learn, virtue.
Qin He took a deep breath and felt the urge to rush to the temple to drag Miao Yongde out and beat him up.
But then I thought about it and forget it.
I am a great fairy, and I am very impressed by all rivers and rivers. The prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach, so I don’t have the same knowledge as you, a fool.
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When he returned to the corpse burning house, Qin He saw a group of corpse burning craftsmen happily, muttering and discussing what they were.
Not only them, Yang Baitou also looked happy and also held a document in his hand.
Qin He was surprised and walked over.
Yang Baitou saw Qin He and also came over and said with a smile: "Qinhe, the commander of Feiyuwei, Lord Shen, is grateful for the great efforts of the corpse burners to perform official duties this year. He specially issued a document to order the four cities to rest for seven days, carefully organize the internal affairs, and drive away evil spirits."
"Seven days?" Qin He was shocked and thought he had heard it wrong.
The so-called rest is a holiday. The officials of Dali, including officials, only one day off every month.
There is no need to talk about places like the corpse burning site. It is a blessing to give you a day off a year.
If you say that there is a seven-day rest in the corpse burning hall, Qin Hexin will be pushed to the corpse burning hall if they can't finish burning, regardless of whether the corpse burning hall can hold on or how many people will die.
Anyway, if you can avoid being tired, you won’t be tired.
When can the corpse burning center be able to take a seven-day break?
If something goes wrong, there will be a demon!
Qin He felt something was wrong, and it was hard to say that Shen Lian had already known his identity.
I have been taking a seven-day break, and if I can’t say it’s right, there’s something wrong with it.
Qin He suddenly felt a little painful.
Seven days.
How many corpses need to be burned less?
Two or fourteen are missing a day, and three or twenty-one are missing a day.
Good guy, I finally made more than thirty pieces today.
Post back half of it.
Losing so much!
Shaking his head, Qin He was about to go back to the burning corpse, but Yang Baitou quickly pulled Qin He to an empty corner, rubbed his hands and smiled like a flower, and said, "Qinhe, the tails of the Gao family and the Qiao family are getting more and more fierce. The price has increased to 1,000 taels. How about it, do you do it?"
"One thousand taels?"
Qin He pondered, the money for this tea was considered a sloppy.
One thousand taels per family, two thousand taels per family.
The most important thing is that it is not money, but what to do in the past seven days?
There is no need to look at the Corpse Burning Hall. Those corpse burning officials probably have to work in two shifts to deal with the corpse burning. Most of them are local corpses, with heavy snow blocking the road, 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 the ice is three feet long and hard. Qin He doesn't want to go and raise it. After raising it, he has already applied the calibration technique and can't escape.
I think of all kinds of ghosts and monsters wandering around the capital at night.
Qin He felt that it was good to play "wild game", so he said, "Okay, I'll go and take a look. It's okay if it can be done or not."
"It's enough to have you, the Qiao family and the Gao family will recognize you now."
Yang Baitou's face turned red with excitement and said, "Then I'll go and tell them back now. Let's do some good things while resting."
Afterwards, Yang Baitou briefly explained the recent situation of the Gao family and the Qiao family to Qin He.
A summary of one sentence: Ghost Dian Ding.
Chapter completed!