Qin Qiu left the yamen and returned to the outside of the city. There was a dilapidated village of wolves. All the people who had just escaped ran back and laughed and said, "Boss, it's great that you're fine."

"Boss, that dog official didn't make things difficult for you, right? We are worried about death!"

"These dog officials are so inappropriate. We did nothing, but we caught the boss. We didn't pay any money even if we were injured like this. We were simply worse than beasts!"

Qin Qiu looked at them, pulled them open and walked into a dirt house. After closing the broken door, everyone was locked outside.

This shabby house is a pretty good house. Although the air leaks from all sides, there are still many tiles on the roof. When it rains, it will rain heavily outside and a waterfall inside.

But even such a broken house is many times stronger than the surrounding shacks.

Although the house was broken, only some places were bright when the light shone in, and other places were still in the shadows.

Qin Qiu didn't like the darkness, so he walked directly to the sunlight in the house, looking at the broken bed in the corner of the house, where someone was hiding in the shadow, covered with a black and broken quilt on the bed.

"I'm leaving." He said calmly.

The person on the bed suddenly moved and sat up swayingly, revealing a dirty figure with messy hair. The man said in disbelief: "Really...really?"

Qin Qiu raised his lips and said, "I said, why have you been studying for so many years and passed the exam for Tongsheng. He just broke his legs and became a beggar's head. Now he doesn't even believe me that I want to leave, and he has lost his momentum before."

"Momentum?" The man on the bed suddenly became excited. I don't know if it was because Qin Qiu was leaving. He looked forward to hope, and when he was excited, he fell off the bed.

Like a ghost crawling out of hell, he slowly wriggled on the ground and crawled towards Qin Qiu.

Qin Qiu didn't move, but just looked at him indifferently. When he crawled into the sunlight that was leaking in, a face covered with scars seemed to have been attacked by a fish net appeared in his sight.

He gritted his teeth and said resentfully: "If it weren't for you, how could I have become like this!"

"Oh, it's true. Thinking about it, you and I have no resentment or hatred. It's normal to be so hurt by me for no reason." Qin Qiu grabbed the hair that had been wet, but was still messy, and pulled out a long gray-black thread that was not much thicker than the hair.

The man suddenly looked scared and was so scared that he wanted to climb to the door.

Qin Qiu walked to him, and the gray thread in his hand shook and hung it on his neck, "Don't worry, I won't cut off your head, I'll still keep the whole body and send you back to my hometown."

"Save..." The man opened his eyes wide and looked ahead in horror, wanting to call for help, but opened his mouth wide and failed to send out the second word.

There was a thin blood mark on his throat, and a slight snoring sound would be made when he breathed.

Qin Qiu did not continue to do anything, but just flicked his fingers and the gray line flew up and wrapped around his fingers. He grabbed it in his hair and the gray line disappeared.

Without even looking at the dying beggar on the ground, Qin Qiu stepped over him and walked directly to the door to open the broken door.

The beggars at the door just now had long dispersed. They either bask in the sun by the wall to catch fleas, or tied up their belts, poured them into cold water, and then waited for meal time to ask for stutter.

He stood at the door, hugged his hands and said, "Xiucai Zhang is dead."

It is very common to die here, not to mention that Zhang Xiucai has been lying in bed for several months, sleeping in the broken quilt without moving. The smell in the room smells worse than the smell on their bodies, and no one wants to go in.

When I heard that he was dead, everyone was still in a state of energy. I was stunned and responded, and no one wanted to stand up.

He didn't eat anything, so who was in the mood to carry the body? His house was so smelly that his body might be rotten to the point of maggots.

There were a few old beggars who shook their heads and said unfortunately: "I have called him a scholar for so long. I can't call him a scholar when I die and want to set up a tablet? I remember he said that his name is Zhang Yaozu."

"After all, people who have read books, with his guidance, will never return empty-handed whenever they want to block the young men and scholars from asking for money."

"Yes, everyone should get up and carry Zhang Xiucai to bury him. After all, I have been the boss for everyone for so long, and I have never treated everyone badly. But why is this so bad that I can't get up as soon as I get sick." The old beggar sat on the ground, knocked on the ground with a beggar stick, trying to make some of his body look strong.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one was willing to get up and take the lead. What does it matter if the boss died before? He lay in bed all day and couldn't get up and lift the body, and could not take everyone to beg for food. He had long been a useless person.

Besides, the boss is still standing here and beating people is so painful. Who would offend him like this? Isn’t this a piercing person?

Qin Qiu still needs these people now, so he said, "The female official in the yamen has promised to ask Yanhongyuan to take out the money to treat Zhang Xiucai, who had been humiliated by them."

"However, he passed away before the money was over. He took out part of the money to buy a thin coffin and sent him back to his hometown. Everyone else had the other ones." His words were like medicine for everyone. The weak person who was originally sitting at the corner of the wall stood up in an instant, and everyone's faces were filled with the glory of asking for chicken legs.

I remembered an old man Zhang Xiucai was good, and shouted excitedly: "Boss, this Xiucai's hometown is only half a day away from here, so why bother sending him back? It would be easier to dig a hole in the mass grave here and bury it."

"Yes, his family is dead, and there is no one to send it back!" Everyone felt sorry for the money. There are living people in the dead, so it is better to use all the money for everyone to share.

Qin Qiu disagreed, and he rarely made a serious reason, "He has an ancestral grave and he has to eat for a lifetime. He has to go back even if he dies. Now you go to Yanhongyuan with me to ask for money and buy wine and meat to hold a funeral for Zhang Xiuchang at night."

When they heard that there was meat and wine for the funeral, the beggars no longer had any worries about Zhang Xiuchang and quickly surrounded Qin Qiu and went to Yanhongyuan.

No one looked at Zhang Yaozu, who died in the house.

Zhuang Rou knew about this that day. She had already asked Ma Dezheng to send someone to tell the people in Yanhongyuan that as long as she gave her 100 taels of silver, she could get rid of the beggars.

Tai Shufang kept bowing and thanking him. He used to bet on two hundred taels, but the leader of the beggar did not agree. Now he can only solve the problem with twenty or thirty taels, so what else is he dissatisfied with?

As for the fact that a scholar spent all his money in Yanhongyuan and died of illness on the streets in the end, he didn't remember this. But he still had a deep complaint in his heart that there was no poor man who wanted to return to spend money and money.

After learning that Yanhongyuan had paid twenty taels of silver and Qin Qiu promised not to block the door again, Zhuang Rou breathed a sigh of relief and continued to stick a piece of white paper with a pen.

This is her plan. When the picture is fine, Yanhongyuan will make a fortune.
Chapter completed!