I am immortal in history

The human heart is more poisonous than ghosts!

Shopkeeper Wang was blind in one eye, his ears were shaved off, he had few teeth left, his fingers were covered with bamboo sticks, and his right knee was smashed to pieces.

I don’t know what crime I committed to deserve such torture.

Li Ping'an took out his grandfather's relics, a bamboo box the size of a briefcase, which contained various tools after opening it.

He took out a towel and wiped the blood on the corpse's face, then used a knife to cut off the rotten flesh, skillfully threaded the needle and thread, inserted the needle from the edge of the two points, and passed through the epidermis and dermis...

Within a moment, the wounds on his face were sutured.

“I haven’t sewn my skin in several years, but my craftsmanship is still there!”

Li Ping'an has never performed surgery on a dead person, but suturing skin to make it look beautiful is a basic skill for a surgeon, and he is confident that he will do as well as his grandfather did during his lifetime.

The ancients believed in leaving a complete body after death, with missing arms and legs buried underground, and incomplete souls making it difficult to reincarnate.

Therefore, when relatives come to the morgue to pick up the body of the deceased, if there are wounds or damage, especially if it is a decapitated criminal, they will spend a sum of money to ask the morgue to repair it.

There is no specific amount. The poor give less and the rich give more.

This is one of the sources of income for the undertaker. Among the people, he is also called the undertaker, the rejuvenator, the undercover officer, etc.

After Li Ping'an sewed up his facial wounds, he trimmed his beard and combed his hair. He covered the missing ears with hair, put fillers in his eye sockets, and then closed his eyelids.

Finally, apply white powder to cover up the line marks.

Repairing the body is relatively easy. Just sew up the wounds and straighten the bones. The shroud will cover all traces.

After working for more than half an hour, the body was repaired.

At this time, Shopkeeper Wang no longer looked miserable as before, but was lying peacefully on the straw mat.

I accidentally saw it and thought it was a living person sleeping.

"I returned your half spoonful of wine."

Li Ping'an carried the bamboo box to the backyard, which was also the court's house and allowed the eunuch to live for free.

The east wing contains coffins, shibei, paper money, ingot towers and other funeral supplies, which are sold to the families of the deceased.

The west wing was turned into a guest room, a simple Datong bunkhouse, which costs ten cents a night.

There are two trees planted at the door of the main house, one is a peach tree, and the other is also a peach tree.

Feng Shui believes that the peach tree is a tree of great sunshine, with a pungent taste and bad qi, which can repel evil spirits. Planting it in the yard can drive away darkness, suppress ghosts, and control the house to ward off evil spirits.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the peach trees have lost all their leaves, leaving only bare branches, making a rustling sound in the wind.

There are stone tables and stone piers under the trees on the west side, and wells and water tanks under the trees on the east side.

Li Ping'an fetched water and rinsed the tools. He was thinking about buying tweezers and scissors, and then making gauze and alcohol to perform simple surgery.

Not for practicing medicine, but for self-help.

"You still have to read some medical books and prepare regular medicines. You can't always count on calling a doctor!"

People will encounter countless dangers in their lives, and no one can avoid them all. They can only try their best to prepare plans for various emergencies.

Return to the mortuary.

Li Pingan was lying on the leisure chair, swaying, half asleep and half awake.

There were more than a dozen people lying with me, so I wasn't alone.

It's approaching noon.

Li Ping'an waited until there was a knock on the door, accompanied by continuous sobs.

When he opened the door, he saw that it was indeed Shopkeeper Wang's wife, children, and children. They all had tears streaming down their faces. When the white-haired old woman saw the body, she howled twice and fainted.

Relatives hurriedly pinched people and helped the young shopkeeper carry the body.

But shopkeeper Lao Wang didn't cry. He helped his son into the coffin, tremblingly took out the ingot of silver and stuffed it into Li Ping'an's hand.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"I am sorry for your loss."

Li Pingan expressed his simple condolences.

The family members of the deceased do not need long speeches to comfort them. If they want to speak, they will listen. If they do not want to speak, they will quietly watch them leave.

After working all morning, I feel a little hungry.

Li Ping'an weighed the silver ingots. The full amount of ten taels of official silver was considered a windfall.

"Go to a restaurant on the street, taste the food from another world, and stop by the martial arts studio to buy this Kung Fu method. It is better to practice martial arts sooner rather than later. It is safe to practice early and early!"

…

Close the door and lock it.

The mortuary is a shop facing the street, and the streets of the capital are right outside the door.

At this time, the beginning of winter has just passed.

The wind was freezing cold, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it looked like it was going to snow.

Li Ping'an tightened his collar and put his hands into his sleeves, admiring the ancient society that could only be seen in TV dramas with great interest.

"Wenchang Tower, the tea is not that good, because the number one scholar left a note and wrote a poem, but the price is twice as expensive."

“Sanniang Winery, the charm of the proprietress is still there!”

"Fuchun Class, this is where you listen to opera..."

When Li Ping'an saw the blouse, saw the blue bricks and gray tiles, saw the cornices, and listened to the pedestrians speaking a familiar yet unfamiliar language, he truly felt that he had traveled through time.

"Uncle, come and play!"

A crisp voice attracted Li Ping'an's eyes.

Several girls in ragged clothes stood at the door and greeted the guests warmly. The cold wind blew and lifted their clothes, and a faint hint of snow could be seen.

Li Ping'an wanted to turn his head and pass by, but couldn't help but take a few more glances.

In my memory, the Chunfeng Tower at the junction of Willow Street and Rouge Lane was one of the first-class Goulan buildings in the capital.

"Li Ping'an, Li Ping'an, you must not degenerate. You must follow the plan you have set. Practice martial arts well, study medicine well, study well, and accumulate merit..."

Li Ping'an observed with a critical eye for half an hour and left with disapproval.

In the video of the young lady dancing in her previous life, she wore less clothes than the girl in Chunfeng Tower, her movements were bolder, and she was extremely charming.

“I’ll criticize another day!”

As a poor person, I can only criticize.

Ten taels of silver went into the spring breeze to listen to music, and they just sat in the hall and drank a pot of wine, not even a fruit plate and snacks.

Passing by Zhang Kee Restaurant.

The small shop has a strong aroma of mutton soup, which can be smelled through the thick curtain.

Li Ping'an lifted the curtain and went in, UU reading www.uukanshu.net found an empty seat and sat down.

"A bowl of mutton soup and two steamed buns."

"okay."

The waiter agreed at the top of his lungs and quickly came over with food and an extra plate of pickles.

"Master, please use it slowly."

Li Ping'an wears the soap coat made by subordinate officials. With this tiger skin, ordinary people will respectfully call him "Master", and the rogues on the street will not dare to provoke him.

Do you know the location of the system?

Hululu drank mutton soup, ate steamed buns dipped in soup, and listened to the conversations of the diners.

Anyone's inadvertent conversations may hide useful information. After sorting and summarizing, it may be possible to warn of disasters in advance.

Half of the customers were sitting in the restaurant, some chatting in pairs, and some talking around the table.

"This winter is so cold that two layers of cotton-padded clothes can't bear it!"

"I heard that there is a White Disaster in the north. The cattle, sheep and livestock are freezing to death. We might have to fight with the prairie barbarians again..."

"The price of brown rice has increased by another 10%. I will buy a few more stones to eat later."

"Next month we will choose the Oiran, which company do you think will win this year?"

"..."

It's noisy and confusing, with not much really useful information.

Li Pingan ate slowly and leisurely. He would have plenty of time to listen and watch more. Suddenly he heard the words of the guest next to him and couldn't help but turn his head to look over.

"Have you gone to see the Yamen trial this morning?"

"I didn't go to the scene. I heard that shopkeeper Wang stole Qi's treasure and committed suicide in Tianlao out of fear of crime."

"This can also deceive ghosts!"

The guest looked around, stretched his head, lowered his voice, and whispered.

"The chief steward of the Qi Mansion was jealous of the secret brewing recipe and framed the blame. Shopkeeper Wang was punished for twenty times and refused to pay the bond. He died in prison that night..."