Mrs. Wang, as always, expressed satisfaction with the progress of the embroidery, and as soon as Mrs. Wang was happy, her mother-in-law took the opportunity to say something: "Mrs. Wang, there is a little thing I want to ask you for a favor?" ”

Mrs. Wang was surprised: "Tell me to hear it? ”

The mother-in-law sighed: "My grandson is also thirteen or fourteen years old, he wants to find an errand in the yamen to get ahead, no matter what he does, I don't know if Mrs. Wang can ......."

Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Wang looked embarrassed: "The errand of the yamen is something that ordinary people can enter?" What can he do with this little body? It's not his turn to sweep the floor. ”

Wan Sheng hurriedly said: "I heard that Lord Song's subordinates have always been short of people, so I'll go and give Lord Song a hand!" ”

Mrs. Wang burst out laughing: "You want to do it under Song Zhong?" Do you know what Song Zhong does? In this way, for the sake of Mrs. Wan's face, I will arrange a handyman for you in Buyu......"

Wan Sheng shook his head again and again: "I want to enter the yamen, I am willing to work in the bitter smell, and when I do it well in the future, I may be promoted, and I will also eat the emperor's grain." ”

Mrs. Wang laughed: "It turns out that I want to eat imperial food, not bad!" Then Song Zhong is indeed short of people under his hands, so it depends on whether you can eat this bowl of rice. ”

Mother-in-law and Wan Sheng hurriedly saluted: "Thank you, Mrs. Wang." ”

Mrs. Wang was in a good mood: "Then I'll take you there personally, by the way, have you had breakfast?" ”

Wan Sheng remembered at this time, and then shook his head: "No! ”

Mrs. Wang smiled: "It's good if you don't eat it!" If you eat it, I guarantee you'll spit it out when you see Song Zhong......"

Wan Sheng's heart couldn't help but tighten. But what is that little bit in the morgue compared to the ghosts of the ghosts that will be faced every night?

……

Jianye Yamen, after Mrs. Wang and the master confessed a few words, the official called Song Zhong respectfully: "Song Tou, this way!" ”

Then Wan Sheng saw this old man in black robes who was over sixty years old with gray hair but still tall and strong, when Wan Sheng and his sharp eyes met, Wan Sheng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and suddenly remembered the legend of Song Zhong in the neighborhood.

When Song Zhong was young, he was an executioner in the yamen, and there were nearly a thousand souls under his knife, and he was nicknamed Thousand Hands Slaughter. Normally, there is an unspoken rule in the executioner's business, that is, the family of the condemned prisoner must be filial piety and send something, and then use a quick knife to get up and down. Otherwise, use a blunt knife and a rusty knife, and the death will be miserable. But Song Zhong didn't eat this set, so he cut out the fame, cut the style, and cut the brand, so that the last wish of many death row prisoners was to let the Song people slaughter them on the road.

Song Zhong changed his career to become a coroner when he got old, but maybe the autopsy was too bitter, or maybe Song Zhong had an eccentric temper, in short, few people could work under him for long.

At this time, Song Zhong's sharp eyes stared at Wan Sheng, and his face showed disdain: "Mrs. Wang will introduce me to such a little bit?" What can you do? ”

Wan Sheng gritted his teeth: "I'm ...... I'm bold! I dare to enter the haunted house! ”

Song Zhong frowned: "Haunted house? ”

Mrs. Wang also laughed and said: "Old Song, there are very few young people who are willing to take the initiative to do your business now, so you will just give it up, if you really can't do it, forget it." ”

Song Zhong snorted coldly: "For the sake of Mrs. Wang's face, I will try it for a month, and I will not be paid for this month, and I will not care about food." ”

Mrs. Wang laughed and said, "Then let's do it, I'll go back first." ”

Wan Sheng hurriedly saluted: "Madame, go slowly." ”

Song Zhong snorted coldly: "You come with me!" ”

Wan Sheng took a deep breath, and the real test began.

So Wan Sheng followed Song Zhong to the Yamen Courtyard, where the prisoners were held and the mortuaries were kept. Then a hunchbacked old man dressed in gray stepped forward and beckoned, "Song Tou." ”

Wan Sheng knew this old man, everyone called him "Old Camel", and he basically did all kinds of things to collect and bury corpses outside the city, and he was also the only one in the yamen who couldn't be beaten. There is always an indescribable smell on his body that is difficult for people to approach. And now that he was standing in front of Wan Sheng like this, the strong stench made Wan Sheng faintly disgusting.

Song Zhong said lightly: "There's a newcomer, take him with you." ”

The old camel showed his yellow teeth and smiled: "Such a young newcomer? Come on! ”

So the three of them came to a black gate with two words "Yizhuang" hanging on the door. It is normal for people to die in war years, and it is unlikely that those who die in the wild who are unclaimed will have the kind person to help them collect their bodies, and it is usually these servants in the yamen who are responsible for collecting them. Therefore, the morgue is also called Yizhuang.

As the door opened, an inexplicable stench came to my face! Even if Wan Sheng had already taken precautions, he still couldn't parry, and his throat couldn't help but let out a sudden retching: "Vomit-"

The old camel laughed: "This is not good? ”

Song Zhong said coldly: "The rule in this Yizhuang is that you can spit, but you are not allowed to spit, that is disrespectful to the dead, and you have to swallow back if you have saliva!" The second rule is that you can't cover your nose with your hands, because your hands are for doing things, not for covering your nose. ”

Wan Sheng finally realized the benefits of not eating breakfast, so he wiped the tears that vomited from the corners of his eyes, and then swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "I ...... It's okay! ”

Then the old camel threw over another wet towel and laughed: "The newcomer uses this to cover his mouth and nose." ”

Wan Sheng hurriedly took the wet wipes and tied them on his face, but when the wet wipes were attached to his face, a slimy, smelly and touching feeling made Wan Sheng couldn't help but feel dazed and his feet soft!

Song Zhong frowned: "Old camel, what kind of cloth are you carrying?" ”

The camel was stunned suddenly, and then came back to his senses and laughed: "I took it wrong!" This is the cloth I just used to wipe the corpse! Hey, this person is getting old and making ......."

"Ahh!!h

Wan Sheng couldn't hold back any longer, his stomach turned over and over, his throat went up and down, and the stomach acid from the night together with tears and snot vomited outside the door!

The old camel laughed: "It's okay, it's okay, newcomers, you're used to spitting and spitting......"

As a result, Wan Shengtu's eyes were black and his legs were cramping, and the two of them watched with interest on the side. Finally, when Wan Sheng stood up tremblingly, the old camel handed over a pair of wipe-like wipes: "This time there will be no mistake!" ”

God knows what this old man usually wipes with this cloth? Wan Sheng waved his hand and cheered himself up: "No, that's it!" ”

The old camel smiled: "Okay! Then go inside! ”

Wan Sheng waved his hand again: "Wait! I'll deal with what's on the ground! ”

The old camel laughed: "The kid is very sensible!" The broom bucket is behind the door. ”

So, the two of them watched Wan Sheng clean up the filth he vomited on. Wan Sheng was furious by the two of them, and Wan Sheng was wondering if these two people were specifically happy with Xinkeng people?

Finally, after cleaning the tools and returning to their places, Wan Sheng endured the stench and followed the two into a lobby with dozens of corpses, all of which were covered with a yellow cloth, and then there were vague figures fluttering on some of the corpses.

The old camel laughed again: "Boy, do you see any doorway?" ”

Wansheng's brows jumped wildly! I didn't see the doorway, but the dead ghost did see five or six! This is where people do things?

Seeing that Wan Sheng was speechless, the old camel was disappointed: "Are you scared stupid or stinking?" Didn't you see that there wasn't a single fly here on this July day? So it's very particular about doing this business, you won't let you touch the corpse on the first day, and your business today is to take these dozens of corpse cloths to wash. ”

After speaking, the old camel tore off a piece of corpse cloth, and the indescribable thing behind the cloth instantly appeared in front of Wan Sheng's eyes!

Wan Sheng was suddenly caught off guard, and his stomach twitched violently again: "-Vomit!! ”

The old camel laughed: "It's okay, it's okay, the young man is used to it......"