Day and night tour

Chapter 11 The King of Torture

The only thing that can cure an old bitch who is pretentious is a big bitch. If one is not enough, then get another one.

Han Jianshan was hit on the left cheek first and was a little dazed. At that time, he didn't think about letting go, but grabbed Zhou Xuan's hand even harder and tried to make a scene.

Zhou Xuan's moves were smooth and he slapped Old Han again, causing him to fall to the ground.

"You...you...you dare to hit me?"

Ha ha,

Beat you?

I won't bully you deeply.
No one treats me as a playboy!
"I...I quit. Tomorrow I will ask the boss to resign. I will not serve the Zhou family anymore."

Oh, who are you trying to scare by saying you're going to quit your job? Can't you tell who's the boss?

Zhou Xuan was not used to this kind of thing - a toad lying on his feet, what kind of camouflage jeep was this?

"You're just driving a shabby car. Look how capable you are. Let's do it today instead of tomorrow. The Zhou family doesn't keep idle people. You don't have to drive that car anymore. I'll drive it myself."

Zhou Xuan said this and went into the inner courtyard.

Han Jianshan felt wronged and embarrassed. In the past two years, he always thought that he was a big shot and always dreamed of being an upper-class person.

As a result, the dream was shattered by two slaps from the young boss.

But he thought Zhou Xuan was young and ignorant and didn't understand his value.

He is a car driver. How many licensed drivers are there in Pingshui Prefecture?

If Zhou Xuan didn't understand, didn't Xu Li understand either?

Han Jianshan gave up on his plan to abdicate, and went to find Xu Li again, saying, "Sister Xu, you've seen it too, the young master can't tolerate me, so I quit..."

There was no retention as he expected, nor any kind words of comfort, only a casual "Oh" from Xu Li.

Han Jianshan couldn't believe his ears and emphasized, "I said I want to quit my job!"

"How did your ears get hurt? I clearly said yes. Don't worry, I'll inform Lao Yu when I get back to the room tonight. He'll help you with the paperwork and the bill tomorrow morning. I'll make sure you don't owe him a penny. From now on, you and the Zhou Clan are even."

Xu Li very much supports Zhou Xuan.

Since Zhou Xuan asked Han Jianshan to be fired, she would not try to keep him no matter what.

Han Jianshan’s last support was gone. In addition to feeling aggrieved, he also felt a little regretful.

The treatment of the Zhou family is good, and there are extra benefits. If I lose this job, it will be difficult to find such a comfortable job in the future.

After a stalemate for a while, Han Jianshan finally went back to his room to pack his bedding.

He had been beaten and his request to resign had been approved. If he continued to refuse to leave, it would be like working in a millstone with nothing to do - going around in circles in disgrace.

It was only a hundred meters away, and Han Jianshan almost cried out loud, but fortunately he still had a way to win in spirit - there were few car drivers, and who didn't need big families? Finding a new job would only take a yawn.

The Zhou family doesn't want me? Mr. Han is not serving me yet!

Han Jianshan left, and some people dispersed under the willow tree. The remaining people, on the other hand, were discussing Zhou Xuan enthusiastically.

"I'm back. I feel like the young master is back."

"Look at the way the young boss beat Old Han. It's exactly the same as before."

"He is the real young master, not some evil ghost. God bless the Zhou family."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and their spirits became much higher.

At this time, a little girl who had been counting ants on the ground raised her head and asked with a puzzled look on her face: "Brother Zhou is kind to everyone, so everyone is very angry. Now that Brother Zhou beats someone, everyone is very happy. Why is that?"

People were stunned.

"Is it because everyone likes to be beaten and bullied?" Wa asked, shaking her mother's hand.

The mother lowered her head and said nothing.

The people around didn't speak either.

The sound of silence,
Deafening.

.........

In a sense, the Hall of Quiet Words is a hall prepared for the dead.

Usually, this type of hall will have holes of varying sizes carved out on the walls to place statues of gods.

There are holes in the wall of the Jingyu Hall, but the places where statues of gods should have been placed are now filled with wooden masks.

Most of these masks were damaged. Some had a big hole on the forehead, some had cracks on the cheeks, and some were burnt black all over.

If one has poor eyesight, one might think that it was a lump of charcoal being offered!

"It should be related to Nuo opera?"

Zhou Xuan heard from Xu Li at noon that the Zhou family's signature performance was Nuo opera.

The team also worshipped Nuo gods.

The symbol of Nuo opera is the mask.

Zhou Xuan could understand that in the Jingyu Hall, people put up masks to get the reputation of worshipping ghosts and gods, but he couldn't understand why they put up some broken masks.

I don't ask for the mask to be painted gold or silver, but you should at least make a new one. People are judged by their clothes, and gods by their gold ornaments.

Zhou Xuan was curious, but didn't ask much.

There are many things to pay attention to in the team. There is no reason not to pay attention to such details. There may be other explanations.

Apart from the unreasonable mask, the rest of the Quiet Hall is normal.

There are no special divisions in the hall, but everyone follows a tacit understanding and uses the long horizontal table in the hall as the boundary. Unrelated people wait outside the long horizontal table, while the working masters work inside the long horizontal table.

Zhou Lingyi sat on the innermost wooden chair, closed her eyes and rested, with a round fan resting on her lower abdomen. "Junior brother, are you here to see the class owner?"

When Lu Mingkun saw Zhou Xuan, he tiptoed out of the work area, approached Zhou Xuan and greeted him.

"Yes, Fifth Brother."

"It's such a pity that we just started working." Lu Mingkun said, "We should have started working two hours ago, but Ji Wa and Lao Zhou from the water room both took leave today. We were short of manpower and the bodies were being poured slowly."

There are many procedures for organizing a funeral. In the Zhou family, the first step is to purify the body.

Because the skin of the dead will develop corpse spots, you need to wet the skin with water, then apply vinegar, salt, blood-activating herbs, etc. on the epidermis, and then cover it with white paper for two hours.

When the livor mortis is almost gone and the skin is rinsed clean, an air bag made from a sheep's stomach is used to pump water into the corpse's mouth using high-pressure airflow to flush the residue in the stomach and intestines out the back door.

After repeating this process three or four times, the body was clean inside and out.

The purification ceremony is completed.

This work has always been done in the water room. After completion, the cleaned corpse is sent to Jingyu Hall for embalming, scenting, and applying paste.

The threshold for cleaning work is not high, but it is time-consuming and hard work. The washroom cannot recruit too many people, and now two people have taken leave, so the efficiency has been greatly delayed.

"Fifth Brother, what time do you expect to finish?"

Zhou Xuan had to wait until Zhou Lingyi got off work before he could talk to her about the novel "Lush Mountain Love" and the book feud.

During working hours, everyone is serious, who would talk about novels?

Lu Mingkun took out his pocket watch and counted on his fingers, wanting to give Zhou Xuan an exact time.

But he thought that today's work was a bit urgent and plans could not keep up with changes. If he set a time, and the work was not done by the time the deadline came, wouldn't that make Zhou Xuan angry?

He simply gave an ambiguous answer, saying: "It's hard to say. There's no such thing as being punctual in our business."

"Can't tell? Then I can't wait..." Zhou Xuan planned to retreat first, but unfortunately, Zhou Lingyi suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him, and continued to close his eyes to rest.

"Then I can't wait? Wait!"

Zhou Xuan’s back teeth were almost broken.

If my sister hadn’t seen it, she could have just left. But since she saw it, it would be impolite to leave.

"Okay, I'll serve you."

Lu Mingkun was the youngest among his fellow apprentices and was the most polite. Not only was he polite to Zhou Xuan, he would even take the initiative to greet the apprentice who had just joined the troupe when he saw him.

A pleaser personality.

He may try to please people, but he does things in moderation and without leaving any trace.

In order not to disturb the people working in the hall, he placed tea, fruits and snacks in the pavilion outside the hall, and also pulled a wire and connected a light bulb.

"Junior brother, it's hot inside, but it's cool and bright outside."

After Lu Mingkun smiled apologetically, he handed Zhou Xuan three more newspapers.

"Pingshui Night Talk" specializes in telling chilling horror stories.

"The Fragrance of Red Sleeves" tells the life secrets and gossips of famous actors in Pingshui Prefecture.

"Food Talk" records all the famous restaurants and snacks in Pingshui Prefecture.

The three newspapers cover three different contents, and there is always one that can satisfy Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan was very satisfied, satisfied that Lu Mingkun was capable of handling things.

It's a pity that such a capable person has to work as a clerk.

He crossed his legs and flipped through the newspaper, while Lu Mingkun handed him snacks and water.

Zhou Xuan asked Lv Mingkun: "Thank you for your hard work, Senior Brother."

"My junior brother is here to eat and drink with you. It's not hard work for you. The masters working inside are the ones who have hard work."

Talking about doing things,

Zhou Xuan recalled the days when he was a slave, and he felt very much in sympathy. He asked, "By the way, Senior Brother, are you all working the night shift?"

"Well, funerals are usually performed at night. It's too hot during the day, and the body will go bad before it can be spiced."

Lu Mingkun felt a little strange because Zhou Xuan had never paid much attention to the family business before.

But since he asked, I have to answer it seriously.

"All working the night shift? How many hours do you usually work?"

"It depends. Sometimes when business is busy, I have to work for five hours. When business is slow, it's just a little over three hours."

What?
Only three hours of work a day?
Is this still called work?

There is no class atmosphere at all.

Just now Zhou Xuan was resonating with the cow and the horse, so the cow and the horse are just me?
"So how much do you get paid for working three hours a day?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"It's 20% higher than my peers. Life in Pingshui Prefecture is very good." Lu Mingkun spoke with some pride, and it was obvious that he was very satisfied with his current life.

Zhou Xuan couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Three hours a day, the salary was not bad. He wanted to find a job in the Zhou family.

After chatting for a while, the two turned the topic to today's special guest.

Zhou Xuan asked Lv Mingkun: "By the way, you just said that today's guest is special? What guest?"

"There are six guests in total, all of whom are death row prisoners who have just been executed."

"Why spend a lot of money to hire a ghost theater troupe to perform for the dead? Why not just bury the executed prisoners directly? Why spend a lot of money to hire a ghost theater troupe to perform for the dead?"

Zhou Xuan was very surprised.

(End of this chapter)