Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Grim Employment Situation in the 906th Century

Jiang Sijin's gaze was so clear that Su Zhenzhen was actually a little embarrassed to meet her eyes, and for a moment a strange thought arose in her mind.

If it weren't for the fact that following Hensheng would allow him to cultivate using his imperial bloodline, and that he would have to help countless wronged souls along the way, would he still have thought of uncovering the mystery of the Jiang family dynasty's demise?

It's highly unlikely. Like most people in the 906 century, Su Zhenzhen is afraid of death and trouble. Although the slogan of the Underworld Partners is to save souls with one's own efforts, who can truly be selfless? It's all about achieving performance targets and having a place to eat in a market with high employment pressure.

But here, in this unfamiliar time and space where civilization is less advanced than that of the 906th century, there are too many loyal ministers and generals who sacrificed their lives for righteousness.

Su Zhenzhen's thoughts continued to wander until a gasp brought her back to reality.

"Hiss—" Hensheng accidentally stabbed the knife into his flesh and gasped in pain.

"What's wrong?" Su Zhenzhen quickly stepped forward and put her mouth on the wound.

I really didn't mean anything by it; I just couldn't conjure up any anti-inflammatory medicine myself.

[Ah! What are you doing, female lead? This is ancient times, men and women shouldn't touch each other, don't you know? Most importantly, I haven't even kissed the male lead yet.]

[Female lead, if you shut up, I'll give you iodine and a band-aid as a reward.]

"You should have said so earlier!" Su Zhenzhen spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground, and sure enough, iodine and a band-aid appeared in front of her.

After disinfecting Hensheng and applying a band-aid, Su Zhenzhen, still not feeling reassured, took out a bandage from her backpack and wrapped it around him again.

It's so sad that so few supplies were used up on other people.

"Hey," Su Zhenzhen called out to the air, "Could you please send some more medical supplies?"

[Sure, sure, iodine and band-aids aren't expensive, but you need to finish making these coffins first, lady.]

Jiang Sijin looked at Su Zhenzhen nervously, "Who are you talking to?"

"Oh!" Su Zhenzhen smiled broadly. "There are things Your Highness doesn't know."

Jiang Sijin clenched her small fist. "This princess wouldn't deign to know."

Su Zhenzhen was too lazy to argue with a three-year-old, even though the guy was actually older than three.

"Old man Bai, do you know how to do carpentry?"

Old Bai shook his head. "Carpentry is a craft, and these days crafts are valuable. If you want to learn a craft, you need to find a master, inform Heaven and Earth, and give gifts during festivals."

Su Zhenzhen looked at Li Da.

Li Dayi shrugged, "If you want to talk about combing hair, I know how. Besides, the palace has specialized craftsmen."

Well, three commoners can't even make up one carpenter.

Su Zhenzhen looked up at the sky again, "Do you have any carpenters who could give me some on-site guidance?"

[Me! Me! Me! I'm a carpenter with 20 years of experience. DM me if you need carpentry work.]

Su Zhenzhen's lips twitched. Has the employment situation become so severe that even watching a live stream requires advertising for oneself to find work?

The carpenter was very willing to teach Su Zhenzhen how to make a coffin, but he had a small request: he wanted his name engraved inside the coffin so that if it were ever unearthed, he could say it was a centuries-old brand.

A coffin was unearthed? Doesn't that mean the tomb was robbed? Su Zhenzhen was too lazy to tease the carpenter, but who knows? This timeline wasn't recorded in the history of the 906th century. If, in their history, the land changed in the future, maybe things underground would be brought up.

Apart from Jiang Sijin lying on Hensheng's back, no one else could be idle; each person had the task of carrying two coffins.

The eight ghosts were floating near Su Zhenzhen, because once they were separated from the guidance of spiritual power, their souls were easily burned by the yang energy of the day.

The coffin shop had the tools ready, though they were covered in a thick layer of dust, which saved Su Zhenzhen the trouble of asking the online audience for them. Meanwhile, under Jiang Sijin's direction, Hensheng had already gone to the nearby mountains to cut down the wood.

Su Zhenzhen followed the carpenter's instructions, and the other three imitated her, working from day to night.

Ghostly soldiers will still be passing through tonight.

Huo Yi felt a pang of pity. "Miss Su, these soldiers have only managed to stay this long because of their unwavering belief. They've forgotten who they are, yet they stubbornly remain in Shanxian County. Could we let them reincarnate?"

Su Zhenzhen rubbed her sore wrists. Although the carpenter's guidance made it less likely for her to get injured, her hands had been constantly planing wood.

“Their spiritual consciousness is damaged, so even if they are reincarnated as humans, they will be mentally challenged. This world is difficult, and ordinary people can barely survive. I can send them to be reincarnated, but I cannot guarantee what their situation will be like after they are reincarnated.”

Huo Yi didn't say anything more. If he were to become an idiot and be bullied in the world, he would rather rely on his obsession to live and die with Shanxian.

"Don't worry, their souls haven't faded yet and won't dissipate into the world so quickly. When the world is peaceful and the seas are calm, I will guide them into reincarnation. At that time, even the foolish child can live out his days in peace."

Having received Su Zhenzhen's promise, the eight ghosts were relieved. Seeing that the four were working hard to make the coffin, they all said they didn't need to continue.

"We are just a few bones in this world. We can just bury them anywhere. It's not worth all this trouble."

Su Zhenzhen gestured towards Jiang Sijin with her chin, the meaning clear: Is this what I wanted to do? It was what she requested!

Huo Yi looked at Jiang Sijin, puzzled, "And who is this young lady?"

"Oh dear!" Su Zhenzhen slapped her forehead. "I forgot to introduce you. This little girl is Jiang Yichun's younger sister, and this handsome man is Jiang Yichun's eldest son."

The soldiers in the border regions may never have seen the emperor's face, but they certainly knew the name of the emperor they served.

The eight ghosts immediately bowed to Hensheng, and the ghost with the leaking intestines even poured out everything in its stomach when it bent over.

Su Zhenzhen was not only frightened by the scene, but also annoyed by the barrage of comments.

【Ugh! I finally got used to their grotesque appearance, why did they have to do this now?!】

If someone bends down in front of you, they don't necessarily want to bow; they could be disposing of organs in front of you.

Hensheng was a little bewildered by the posture of these eight ghosts, while Jiang Sijin raised her hand like a little adult.

"Generals, there's no need for such formalities. You are all fine sons of my Jiang family dynasty."

“Um…” Su Zhenzhen raised her hand to shield her eyes, “Generals, could you please tidy up a bit? I’m timid, and I’m not the only one who’s timid.”

The ghost with the leaking intestines quickly picked up the organs that had fallen to the ground.

Huo Yi, however, thought more deeply. "Miss Su, I often see you shouting at the sky. Are there celestial beings watching over the human world?"

"Just take it as that." Su Zhenzhen was afraid that explaining things during the live stream would be troublesome. "Just now, I found a carpenter from the Immortal Realm to teach me how to make wood. The medicine I used on Hensheng also came from the Immortal Realm. But they didn't give it away for free; they wanted us to make a good coffin."