Chapter 81: Burial at the Yizhuang
"Do we need to find out the news? Commander Yang Lou and others will find out the news!" Jin Yao said.
"So, what do you want to do?" Gu was even more confused.
"When a man is about to die, his words are kind; when a bird is about to die, its cry is sad; only the dead will not lie!" Jin Yao said seriously.
The shopkeeper was indeed kind-hearted. The next day he introduced Jin Yao and Gu to work at the charity cemetery.
"Little brother, don't mind that this is a business involving deaths. Living in troubled times, it's already difficult to survive." The shopkeeper was afraid that Jin Yao would resist so he persuaded him earnestly.
Jin Yao smiled shyly, "Brother, you don't need to say more. Yao knows. I want to thank you for taking me in and arranging this!"
"That's good!" The shopkeeper heaved a sigh of relief. Which young man doesn't have high spirits and ambitions, thinking of traveling the world with a sword? But in the end, don't they all end up lying here with their bodies mutilated? He is accustomed to these things.
The shopkeeper left, and there was only an old man watching over the entire charity cemetery. When he saw Jin Yao and Gu coming, he briefly introduced what they should do.
"As for this person, death is like the extinguishing of a light, and in the end, he is nothing but a handful of yellow earth." The mortuary said, "But those who can bring the graves to the funeral are not ordinary people. Most of them died at the hands of the Xiongnu and bandits, and swore blood for the peace of the border. It was only because no one claimed their bodies after their death that they were sent to the funeral by the government."
"Therefore, when they die, we cannot throw them into a mass grave like those violent criminals to become stray dogs. We need to give them some dignity. Our task is to embalm and bury them properly!" The morgue owner said this seriously, also telling Jin Yao and Gu that these corpses are all lonely ghosts worthy of respect, but they are also sad.
"My father and I know!" Gu nodded respectfully.
Before coming here, he thought these were all unknown dead bodies, but he didn't expect that although these people were nameless, they were righteous men and worthy of his respect.
“???” Jin Yao was dumbfounded. How did you become my father?
"The key will be handed over to you and your son!" The morgue is not located in the charity cemetery, and it is also old. Now that Jin Yao and Gu have come, he can naturally leave.
Gu took the key solemnly, and then the two of them walked into the charity cemetery.
On the chopping boards lay corpses wrapped in plain cloth. Some of the corpses did not even have heads, and the cloth was dyed red.
"What's going to happen next is terrifying. If you can't bear it, just wait outside!" Jin Yao looked at Gu and said.
"Who are you looking down on?" Gu sneered.
Jin Yao did not stop him and took out a bunch of incense and lit it.
"This body is dead, but the spirit is alive, and the soul is determined to become a ghost hero... Wearing a long sword and holding a Qin bow, the head and body are separated, but the heart is not punished... Birds fly back to their hometowns, and foxes must die on the hills where they were born... This is what my heart desires, and I will not regret it even if I die nine times."
"I didn't know you when you were alive, and you didn't know me after you died. I can't send you back to your hometown. All I have is a stick of incense and a touch of yellow earth to send you off!" Jin Yao sang and danced earnestly, and presented incense and candles.
"You're working part-time as a witch doctor in Chu?" I was a little speechless. What on earth did you learn over the years? How come you even know some of the witch doctor stuff from Chu?
Jin Yao ignored him and threw him a silk face towel and a pair of deerskin gloves.
The charity cemetery was not like the morgues of later times with constant temperature refrigeration. Most of the corpses had already become smelly and rotten after being sent here.
Naturally, he also knew the purpose of both, to isolate the plague ghosts!
When the first piece of plain cloth was lifted, a relatively complete corpse appeared with many scars on the body. What Jin Yao and his team had to do was to embalm the body, do the makeup, and then bury it.
"The weapon that killed him was very special. It cut his throat with one blow. He must have been a master. It should have been a long and sharp weapon, a Hun's scimitar!" Jin Yao said, looking at the fatal wound on the corpse.
"This hero should have been a skilled martial artist during his lifetime, with strong muscles and bones, but he was not a mainstream martial artist. He relied on his martial arts to fight off at least three Hun soldiers." Gu also analyzed the other scars on the body and confirmed the scene of the deceased's death.
Jin Yao nodded. This was the purpose of their coming to Yizhuang, to confirm the strength of the Hun soldiers!
The body was collected, a song was sung, and then it was buried.
It took the two men three days to bury all the bodies. However, the least valuable thing in the border town is human life.
Soon, new corpses were sent by the government.
"It was a small-scale barbarian invasion. They were unlucky and ran into it." The soldier who brought the corpse shook his head.
Jin Yao and Gu also got the information they wanted. The army at Yanmen Pass was short of manpower and could only contain the large army of the grassland barbarians head-on. Those small-scale invasions could only be resisted by the warriors and people in the local border towns and villages.
Those who were able to be sent to the charity cemetery were the lucky ones. Most of them died with their bodies mutilated and thrown into the wilderness to feed the beasts.
"What did you find out?" Jin Yao asked Gu who was collecting the bodies on the side.
"The northern barbarians are stronger than the warriors in the Central Plains. They are taller, stronger and stronger!" Gu said seriously.
They collected a lot of bodies in the past few days, and then judged the height, body shape and weapons of the attackers based on the scars on the bodies.
One may be an isolated case, but the fact that so many are similar proves that the barbarians of the grasslands are far superior to the people of the Central Plains in height, body shape and strength.
"One Han can defeat five Barbarians!" Jin Yao sighed. This was just a fantasy. The barbarians on the grasslands of this era were more robust and stronger than the people in the Central Plains.
"The grasslands are carnivores, and we have very little meat to eat, so the barbarians are much stronger than us physically." The old mortuary said calmly as he looked at Jin Yao and Gu.
Jin Yao and Gu were not the first chivalrous men to come here. Many experienced chivalrous men would come to Yizhuang to check the corpses and analyze the strength of the Huns before coming to the border to help the Yanmen Pass army fight against the barbarians.
Therefore, the old mortuary listened to a lot of what those people said and wrote it all down. Unfortunately, many people never came back after they left, and those who occasionally came back were lying on the wooden boards.
Jin Yao and Gu bowed and saluted, understanding the difference. The barbarians of the grassland were a nomadic people who mainly ate meat, so they were physically stronger than the people of the Central Plains. This was also the reason why Qin, Zhao and Yan could only defend, because in terms of individual capabilities, the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms were naturally weak.
"This corpse!" After examining the corpse again, Jin Yao and Gu frowned.
This was a headless corpse. The head was cut off with a sword . The movement was clean and neat, and the owner of the corpse didn't even have a chance to react.
"There are calluses on the palms of his hands. He was an expert with swordsman. Unfortunately, he didn't even have a chance to attack!" Gu examined the body and obtained further information.
"A first-rate master!" Jin Yao and Gu looked at each other. The man in front of them should be a second-rate master in the world, but it was a pity that he met a master who was at a higher level than himself.
