Chapter 18 Where does the cold wind come from?
Xue Fan arrived as scheduled. He closed his family's funeral shop and arrived at the park at dawn.

Wang Yuanjing knew that Tu Junfang would not kill him, but this guy didn’t know!

As the cremation policy introduced recently in the city has become increasingly strict, there are a lot more things to do in the park, and all of these tasks were sent to Xue Fan by Tu Junfang.

Wang Yuanjing, on the other hand, completely turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside and spent his days in the morgue keeping the company of the other corpses.

As the saying goes, if there is one, there will be two. The funeral park, which was originally extremely deserted and had not been open for half a year, suddenly had a lot more "people" because of the new policy.

The relatives of the deceased would "switch the prince with a cat", collecting corpses from all over to impersonate their own deceased relatives. Those who could afford it would make a coffin for these corpses that had suffered for their deceased relatives as an apology, while those who could not would just make a stretcher or a piece of white cloth to make do.

For a long time, the "beds" in Wang Yuanjing's morgue were in short supply.

He even felt that he might never see so many dead people again in his life.

The hill near the park also had many small graves and nameless tombstones. Half of the money Wang Yuanjing used to provide homes for these corpses came from Old Sun, and the other half came from Xue Fan's secret fund. Every time he buried a corpse, he would pull the banner bearer to cry in front of the grave.

Therefore, the unlucky boss's recent life is not good. Not only does he have to help Tu Junfang with some trivial things, but he also has to help Wang Yuanjing find a home for the corpse brother and sister. He looks quite haggard.
However, this situation changed not long after. The higher-ups discovered the situation and began to strictly prohibit the park from doing such things again. The cremation of corpses must follow a standardized operating procedure.
If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't find another cremator willing to do this job, Tu Junfang would have been fired.

Thanks to his family connections, Old Sun was able to get away with taking a lot of money even though he was found out. That was how small towns were in those days. Sometimes personal connections were more important than anything else.

This also made Xue Fan feel relieved. He didn't know anything else.
He just knew that if he continued like this, he would have to sell his property. The key was that he couldn't refuse because he couldn't afford to offend either of these two people.

"Brother Tu, can Brother Wang bear this?"

Xue Fan asked with some curiosity. With both giving money and contributing his efforts, his status finally changed from "grandson" to "brother".

He is now considered an old man in the park, and knows a lot of things without Tu Junfang and Wang Yuanjing hiding anything.

He knew that Wang Yuanjing spent the whole day in the morgue practicing a certain technique.

It's ruthless!

Xue Fan's admiration for Wang Yuanjing was simply beyond words. He didn't even go crazy after training so hard.

As expected, I am a younger brother!
"What's wrong with your voice?"

Tu Junfang asked in surprise.

"Haha, I've been crying at graves a lot recently, so my voice is a little hoarse."

Xue Fan scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Oh, don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

Tu Junfang turned around and said coldly.

Xue Fan nodded angrily, not daring to say a word.

After following these two people for a period of time and being influenced by them, Xue Fan can be said to have opened the door to the world of extraordinary people.

Wang Yuanjing kindly reminded him of Tu Junfang's identity in consideration of his financial and labor contributions. Only then did he realize how lucky he was to have escaped from the hands of this corpse demon.

So when facing this corpse demon, the owner of the funeral shop was still a little nervous.

On the other side, Wang Yuanjing in the morgue looked at the empty operating table after the last corpse was sent away, feeling a little dazed.

The jailer is not here + cough cough, I’m alone in the morgue, what should I do when I feel lonely?
Wang Yuanjing felt that he was a little mentally unstable after staying with the corpse brothers and sisters for too long. He patted his face and lay on the disinfected operating table. He felt a cold feeling on his back and his consciousness became clearer.
"Old Sun, I heard that the higher-ups are going to assign more staff to the park?"

Outside the morgue, Tu Junfang asked casually.

In the past, there were no "guests" in the funeral park, so there was only one cremator like Tu Junfang. But things were different afterwards. After the policy on cremation was tightened, one person would definitely not be able to handle it all.

Those dissatisfied people will make a fuss for a while, but it will pass. In the end, they will have to do what is said above and behave themselves.
Tu Junfang saw this very clearly.

"What the hell! It's a place like this, with no staff or salary, and the work is so unlucky, who would want to come?"

Old Sun couldn't help but swear. It was so hard to find a way to make extra money, but it was blocked. The security guard on the day shift has been in a bad mood for some time.

Tu Junfang, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but touch his chin when he heard what Lao Sun said.

Old Sun’s family has connections, so what he said is probably true.

This is the reality. Young people are all running to big cities. Those who are willing to stay in small towns basically have their own livelihoods. If they can't make any money, who would be willing to run to this remote place to do such unlucky work?

The county has to respond to the policies from above, but is reluctant to invest, so it is afraid it will not be able to retain people.

If the team is not built up, all these tasks will fall on my shoulders alone.

Thinking of this, Tu Junfang couldn't help but glance at Xue Fan who was daydreaming beside him.

"Old Tu! If you can leave, leave quickly. This is not a good place."

Old Sun has lived for most of his life and can be considered a worldly-wise man, so he can see some of the tricks.

The grandson of Lao Xue, the well-known owner of a funeral shop in the next town, gave up his own business and came to serve Tu Junfang every day, except for helping to empty the chamber pot every morning and evening.

Xiao Wang was dying when he was brought back. If the other party hadn't stopped him, Lao Sun would have called the police on the spot. I don't know what magic medicine this guy used to be alive and well in just a month. Now he stays in the morgue every day and no one knows what he is doing.

And Mingming has been here for two years, and he always wears only one piece of clothing all year round, even when the weather is several degrees below zero, but I have never seen him go to the hospital once.

With this ability, do you need to be a cremator or a temporary worker in a place like this?

Old Sun was a little confused.

"talk later."

Tu Junfang chuckled.

Although there are not many of them, there are regular staff in the park, but they have all been transferred to other units, so he, the cremator, is just a temporary worker.

But it is precisely because of this that he has been able to stay here for so long. After all, he is Quan Xing, and he is a well-known person. It is not easy for him to get a normal identity.

Normally he would not stay in one city for long, but this year's situation is a little special.
Thinking of this, Tu Junfang looked towards the door of the morgue.

Suddenly a chill surged out from the morgue. Old Sun rubbed his arms and muttered to himself in confusion.

"That's strange, where does the cold wind come from?"

(End of this chapter)