"There's a funeral!"
Zhang Xuezhou's luck was ordinary. He was thinking that he was not unlucky and was preparing to increase the number of people he treated to increase his income when Emperor Jing's funeral came.
The entire streets of Chang'an City were lit with white lanterns, and fires were lit everywhere.
The white lanterns were used to light up the way to see Emperor Jing off, while the flames were used to burn all gloomy things and remove bad luck to welcome the new atmosphere.
There was a burning fire on the street dozens of meters outside the guest house, and the flames rose to a height of two feet.
These fires were crowded with Union troops to maintain order.
Looking at the many soldiers of the Northern Army wearing armor and holding weapons, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but sigh.
Emperor Jing's funeral meant that the Northern Army soldiers needed to return to camp, and it also meant that his good days of lying in the guesthouse collecting money were over.
"I've only earned about four hundred and a half taels. I really can't make a fortune with this kind of ordinary luck!"
Zhang Xuezhou was thinking about increasing the number of spells he cast every day, but he never knew that these people would have to return to the military camp after the ceremony.
He touched the half a tael he earned, and finally decided to wait for Emperor Jing's funeral to go out and set up a stall, relying on hard work to make a living.
Lying on the window sill of the guest house with a stick propped open, Zhang Xuezhou looked bored at the funeral outside.
When the sound of a big gong approached, he couldn't help but roll up his sleeves, cover his face, and howl in mourning.
"Cousin, do you think this late emperor can turn into a zombie ghost after his death?"
Lying next to Zhang Xuezhou, Rong Tianding could not help but ask a few questions in a low voice.
"As long as the conditions are sufficient, there is definitely a chance, but no one wants to see this happen," Zhang Xuezhou shook his head.
"That's such a pity," Rong Tianding hissed, "Mu Taoist once told me that the more powerful you are in life, the more powerful the zombie ghosts you turn into after death. You said that if the big shots here die and all turn into zombie ghosts, How impressive it is when accumulated year after year!”
"I think your idea is quite good," Zhang Xuezhou said, "but only the state can do this kind of thing!"
"What? There's nothing we can do individually?"
"This requires building a land of spiritual energy to breed zombies and ghosts. The higher the cultivation level of the dead, the higher the requirements. It also requires year-round maintenance of these ghosts, and it also needs to prevent rebellion after getting out of control. It is more difficult to really make it big. It’s even harder to feed people!”
Zhang Xuezhou mentioned some prerequisites, which made Rong Tianding suddenly lose his mind.
Obviously, his idea is not unique, but many people have tried it, but no one force has bred an army of ghosts and zombies to dominate one side.
"Wait until we are rich and powerful!"
He muttered something and accompanied Zhang Xuezhou to watch the funeral to pass the time.
"Knock knock knock!"
There was a knock on the door, Rong Tianding looked at Zhang Xuezhou, and Zhang Xuezhou also looked at Rong Tianding.
"Looking for you!"
"Looking for you!"
The two said in unison, and finally Rong Tianding opened the door.
At the door, Wei Shao'er frowned, and waited until Rong Tianding opened the door before forcing a smile.
"You look quite normal," Wei Shao'er said.
"I'm normal!"
Rong Tianding smiled back.
He didn't say much and asked, "What, do you feel abnormal?" 'Such as that, let Wei Shao'er watch his condition there.
"Do you feel dry in the mouth and sore and weak all over?" Wei Shao'er asked: "Are you hungry easily?"
"No, no, no!"
Rong Tianding replied three times in a row with no, and directly rejected many of Wei Shaoer's questions.
Ever since he learned from Zhang Xuezhou that this woman was highly skilled and ruthless, Rong Tianding had been extremely cautious when coming into contact with her, choosing not to offend anyone as much as possible, and answering whatever the other party asked.
Wei Shao'er looked at Rong Tianding, and then at Zhang Xuezhou, who was holding up his sleeves to cover his face at the window, pretending to be wailing and crying at the funeral, and finally had to go downstairs.
"She asked for another two pounds of beef!"
Rong Tianding craned his neck and took a look. When he saw Wei Shao'er buying two kilograms of cold beef from the store, he felt that his appetite was no less than Zhang Xuezhou's a few days ago.
“It’s better to eat more when you’re pregnant!”
Zhang Xuezhou nodded.
He just treated bruises and injuries, so Zhang Xuezhou didn't ask any questions.
If Wei Shaoer does things well, there will be no credit; if he messes up, it will be trouble.
If Wei Shaoer bleeds again, Zhang Xuezhou will help perform the surgery and take care of it, but if it involves other matters, Zhang Xuezhou will not take the initiative to participate, so as not to get burned.
Zhang Xuezhou was thinking about his little money-making ideas, while Wei Shaoer, who was eating on the first floor, also sensed big trouble.
She looked at the empty plate in front of her, feeling still hungry in her belly.
Compared to normal, her eating and digestion are now several times faster, and may even increase.
The most troublesome thing for her right now is not the symptoms of uterine bleeding, but the endless need to eat.
Simply summed up, it is money.
Only with enough money can she buy enough meat.
Wei Shao'er stuffed Zhang Xuezhou with one tael of gold nuggets during treatment. This behavior seemed generous, but she was indeed not a rich person.
At that time, she only wanted her injuries to heal, and then she escaped from Chang'an City to refine elixirs and take medicine. From then on, she became invincible in the world, and she was a little more generous.
If Wei Shaoer was asked to pay a large sum of money again, she would be powerless.
Touching the broken silver and gold in her pocket, Wei Shaoer felt that she must find a source of wealth immediately, otherwise she would not be able to survive half a month if she continued to eat like this. Even when her physical condition deteriorated further, eating meat might not be enough to satisfy her body. needs.
"You have to make a lot of money!"
Wei Shaoer touched the dagger.
For her who possesses force, solving the problem simply and roughly is obviously the most direct way of thinking.
But the current Chang'an City is heavily guarded, and it is undoubtedly difficult to do anything illegal.
After Zhang Xuezhou lay down at the window waiting for the final national funeral ceremony to end, Wei Shaoer also lay down on the window sill of his room and waited.
But unlike Zhang Xuezhou who pretended to cooperate with the national mourning, Wei Shaoer looked more closely at everyone walking along the street who participated in the national mourning.
Who is rich and who is not, who is valued by the family and who is not valued, and who is in charge of economic power, Wei Shaoer can tell the details of anyone who catches her eye.
"That guy is pretty good, this one seems to be rich too, that one is wearing rich clothes, and the jade pendant he is wearing is nice, he must be very popular with the elders!"
Not only did Wei Shaoer have to pick people with money to attack, she also had to pick people who could beat them.
After lying on the window sill and watching for a long time, Wei Shao'er finally tracked his target, then left the inn, walked to the street and stood among the crowd watching the excitement, and continued to follow the crowd.
"That woman is out!"
Rong Tianding muttered something.
"I almost want to change my place to live!"
Rong Tianding could see it, and Zhang Xuezhou could also see Wei Shaoer's behavior.
Even after he left the inn despite being ill, Zhang Xuezhou knew Wei Shaoer's little thoughts without even thinking about it.
But unlike Zhang Xuezhou who took the right way to make money, Wei Shaoer obviously had the idea of taking shortcuts.
Thinking that he might be involved, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but want to change his place to live.
