After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Chapter 135

Let’s talk about Qiao Dalu’s life first.

Qin He originally thought that Qiao Dalu must be a big rat, but after reading his life story, he found that some of Qiao Dalu's behaviors could not be simply defined as greed.

Grain, as it were, was divided into different grades of quality, and even new and old grain. Qiao Dalu would sell out any new or good grain that came into the granary.

On the one hand, it was greed; on the other, the Zhongshan Palace was truly filthy rich. Even if Qiao Dalu didn't trade in the newly harvested grain, he would have to watch it turn stale over the next year, then slowly mold and spoil, rotting in the granary.

That’s right, there are grain storages everywhere in the Prince of Zhongshan’s palace, and the few granaries managed by Qiao Dalu are just a drop in the bucket. The Prince of Zhongshan has no idea that he has so many granaries.

In addition, Qiao Dalu had a Class A steward protecting him, so not emptying the granary was considered to be keeping to the bottom line.

Of course, to be honest, Qiao Dalu is definitely not a good person. As long as you seize the opportunity, you will definitely take advantage of him.

A small portion went into his own pocket, and most of it was offered as tribute.

A few days ago, a granary outside the city was suddenly robbed and more than 300 stones of grain were lost. When Qiao Dalu saw this, he thought that his opportunity to make a fortune had come.

With a large sum of money, he reported the theft of one thousand dan of grain and several hundred taels of gold and silver.

Wow, even thieves would cry when they see this.

After working hard all night, he finally stole 300 dan of grain. The "cat" guarding the warehouse just lipped his lips and earned ten times more than what he stole.

If the granary could only store a few thousand stones of grain, the amount of "theft" would have been even greater.

The amount of false reports was so large that the Zhongshan Palace had to respond. It immediately put the blame on the Wucheng Bingmasi and demanded that they solve the case.

What could the Wucheng Bingmasi do? They had no choice but to catch some thieves.

Hey, this is the story of "Habitual Thief Hou Zhuang" mentioned earlier.

The root of Hou Zhuang's death was planted in Qiao Dalu.

It's just a coincidence.

Hou Zhuang was dragged to Xishikou and his head fell to the ground with a snap of a knife. Qiao Dalu's head also fell to the ground with a snap of a claw.

This is what it means to have good karma.

I've gone a bit off topic, let's get back to the point.

As for the specific cause of Qiao Dalu's death, the shadow play does not make it clear.

Gao Liheng and Qiao Dalu knew each other, but they were just acquaintances and did not have much of a friendship.

One is a third-rank official, and the other is a D-rank steward. If it weren't for the popular women in Yihongyuan, there would be no chance for the two to meet.

Gao Liheng's last post was as the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture. He imposed heavy taxes and levied heavy fines, causing countless people to lose their homes and properties and forcing them to sell their properties at low prices in order to save their lives.

Qiao Dalu was wealthy, so buying land and property and buying at the bottom were common practices for him.

It's like the wolves and vultures on the grassland. The two sides have no friendship, but the remains left after the wolves devour the food are a feast for the vultures.

The poor prey was left lying down.

Qin He was just passing through the shadow play performance and couldn't pinpoint where the murderous creature might come from, or rather, there were too many possible places for it to come from.

Shaking his head speechlessly, Qin He gave up. Since he couldn't lock it, he just let it go.

This trip has already made a lot of money. As for what happens next, it will rain if it rains and my mother will get married if she gets married. It’s all up to me.

The trial was weighed and a book called "Calibration Technique" was obtained.

Calibration: After learning this technique, you can calibrate the target. When the calibrated target changes, you will be able to sense it within a certain distance.

Qin He was very satisfied after reading the description of the calibration technique.

Another very practical skill.

To put it bluntly, it is the eye-insertion technique.

From now on, you don’t have to worry about losing your things, and you don’t have to run away from the enemy. With a marking technique, it won’t be a problem as long as the distance is not too far.

Pretty nice.

Reward received, work done.

After leaving Qiao's house, he received another 100 taels of silver.

Yang Baitou was even more pleased. He put the fifty taels into his arms, gave a thumbs-up and said, "Qin He, I didn't know that your ability to suppress corpses was quite powerful."

"It's just so-so."

Qin He smiled, but he was thinking in his heart: The art of concealing the secrets seems to be less effective on acquaintances.

After two quick and effective corpse suppressions, Yang Baitou could still sense his own uniqueness, but it was weakened.

It is much more obvious for strangers. He can stand at the intersection with his bare legs, and women won't even blush when they see him.

After much thought, the effect of concealing the secrets of heaven should be linked to cause and effect.

The heavier the cause and effect, the harder it is to conceal the secret.

The lighter the cause and effect, the more strictly the secrets of heaven are hidden.

Those strangers who had no cause or effect... Qin He thought of the three bolts of lightning that fell from the clear sky. Maybe they were predicting his own fate.

You don't know him and you're still making random guesses and calculations. You deserve it.

This is enough.

As long as your circle of acquaintances weakens their feelings towards you, it will be difficult for you to stand out from the circle.

As for deductions, the art of concealing the secrets of heaven has made it clear: your destiny cannot be calculated.

Forced to reduce to ashes.

"You are too modest. I will come to you if there is work in the future." Yang Baitou said.

"Okay, okay." Qin He naturally wouldn't refuse.

After a few more words, Yang Baitou said, "Well, it's getting late, and I'm off duty, so I won't go back to the crematorium with you." After saying that, he hurried away.

Qin He felt a little strange because the direction he was heading was not the direction of his home at all.

After thinking for a while, Qin He pointed at Yang Baitou's disappearing back.

Calibration technique.

Freshly baked, give it a try.

Then Qin He sensed that Yang Baitou actually ran towards a place where the two shadow plays appeared frequently: Yihongyuan.

This made Qin He's heart suddenly thunder with anger.

It is true that you cannot judge a book by its cover, and you cannot measure the depth of the ocean by a bucket. Young and old are the same in their true nature.

Yang Baitou is over 60 years old, but he still has this energy.

"The world is going downhill. The world is going downhill."

Qin He shook his head. He wanted to go, but he was thinking about the troublesome cow at home. After thinking about it, he decided to go back to the crematorium.

By this time it was already dark and the convoy carrying the corpses had arrived.

Ling Zhonghai, Xu Changshou and others were busy counting the bodies and preparing for distribution.

Qin He said hello and went straight back to the crematorium. When he reached the door, he heard a lot of clanging and banging sounds from inside.

Push the door open.

Good guy.

What did Qin He see?

The room was littered with furniture and other items, as if it had been the scene of a three-hundred-round battle.

The big turtle had woken up, and its long neck was wrapped around the calf's neck, strangling it tightly.

Where's the calf?

The four hooves were put together and stepped on the giant turtle's shell, trying to crush it.

Both sides had ferocious faces, as if it was either you or me.