"What exactly did Master see in him?"
Inside the hide tent, Wei Wu sipped tea from his cup while staring at Qin He, who was busily setting fires everywhere outside the tent. No matter how he thought about it, he could not understand.
The last time Master had personally awarded someone copper coins was five years ago.
What virtue or ability did this obvious lunatic possess?
"Brother Wei, want me to go over and make him behave?" A young Corpse Burning Official about Wei Wu's age came up and asked.
Wei Wu pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "Let him be. A little commotion isn't a bad thing—it'll keep everyone from dozing off. Also, tell the brothers on watch to stay sharp. This plague in Fang County is highly unusual. The arrest team has uncovered some very bad things."
The young Corpse Burning Official nodded and went out to make arrangements.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo~~"
Before the east had quite begun to pale, a clear rooster's crow tore through the darkness before dawn.
The Corpse Burning Furnaces that had finished their work were extinguished one after another, while those that had not were fed more oil and firewood to hasten the process.
No corpse burning after the rooster crowed was a tradition passed down among Corpse Burners. After working through the night, it was time for them to rest as well.
Qin He shoveled out the steaming ashes from his Corpse Burning Furnace and shut it down too.
The Flying Fish Guard had sent food over: white-flour steamed buns, three for each person.
There were not many, but they were big enough. They were more than sufficient to fill an ordinary man's stomach.
Working for these people who ate the emperor's grain, the work itself was another matter, but they