I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 224 - 130: Recruitment Poster, Legal Affairs

Lightning in a clear sky, surely there are monsters.

Just as Xu Qing and the other two were leaving the city gates, they heard an explosion from within the city.

With the thunder striking within the city, as the constable, Zhao Zhonghe couldn’t just sit by and do nothing.

"The place where the thunder struck doesn’t sound far, Shopkeeper Xu, would you like to come and take a look?" Zhao Zhonghe jumped off the carriage and invited Xu Qing.

"I’m not going, someone has to watch the carriage..."

Are you kidding? What zombie in their right mind would go to the scene of a lightning strike just for fun?

If it got struck, who would they go to for justice?

Zhao Zhonghe, indifferent, said: "The carriage is being watched by our gate guards, nothing will happen. If Shopkeeper Xu wants to go, you can come with us."

"I’m not going!"

Xu Qing refused outright.

"In our funerary business, we have a rule that during a funeral, someone must stay beside the coffin. Along this journey, we don’t even have a mourner, and if no one accompanies the procession during the funeral, what would that look like?"

Zhao Zhonghe gave a dry laugh. This man, being bulky and coarse, if you want him to mourn, he truly couldn’t do it!

"Then I’ll trouble Shopkeeper Xu to wait for a moment..."

Xu Qing glanced at Zhao Zhonghe, who was bowing in apology.

Thinking that this clumsy guy could sometimes speak human language.

...

By the newly constructed city walls in Linhe, there were two bulletin boards erected with wooden stakes, covered with many notices and also some bounty posters for fugitives wanted by the state.

Xu Qing, having nothing to do, edged closer to take a look.

There were a wide variety of notices, such as store openings, vacant house rentals, and street doctors soliciting business, all sorts of things.

Seeing these, Xu Qing was struck with an idea; why not put up a discount promotion notice for his funeral shop?

People dying was common these days, but there weren’t many who could afford to hire someone for a proper ritual and burial. As long as his discounts were big enough, he could attract a lot of business...

The more Xu Qing thought, the more he felt this idea was promising. Once he made up his mind, he turned and found the gatekeeper watching the city gate.

Upon hearing that Xu Qing wanted to post a notice on the city wall, the gatekeeper said: "Posting notices at the city gate is strictly prohibited unless you see the words written up there?"

Following the direction of the gatekeeper’s finger, Xu Qing saw a sign beside the city gate with four large words: "Posters will be torn."

"But I see many notices posted on that bulletin board?"

Hearing this, the gatekeeper laughed: "That’s different. Those notices are approved by the Gate Captain and supervised by us. They are not considered unauthorized postings."

It suddenly dawned on Xu Qing that this was official advertisement space rental.

He then asked: "May I know what the requirements are for official postings?"

"There’s no special requirement, one notice costs two taels of silver, and it can stay up for several months. You just need to pay the fee."

These words were straightforward.

Xu Qing was even more straightforward.

He took out a silver ingot and a piece of broken silver from his sleeve and said boldly: "Give me one for a year first, and treat this broken silver as tea money for you gentlemen."

Seeing the silver, the gatekeeper’s attitude immediately became more cordial.

At the city gate, there was a small square table for resting, with tea on it.

The gatekeeper invited Xu Qing to the table, smiling: "May I ask what business you are in, so we can come and support you another day?"

"There’s no need for that." Xu Qing looked at the gatekeeper and the city gate soldiers, smiling: "I run a funeral shop, the fifth house inside Underground Street, with a forensic doctor sign hanging."

What kind of shop?

The gatekeeper hesitated: "The notice you want to post shouldn’t be related to your own business, right?"

Raising his eyebrows, Xu Qing said: "What do you mean? I run a funeral shop, so naturally, I would post a notice about moving coffins and burials."

...

The gatekeeper and the city gate soldiers looked at each other, having seen so many notices, they really hadn’t seen one for a funerary business!

Meanwhile, Xu Qing returned to his carriage and rummaged through the funeral goods, taking out a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

He sketched on a two-foot-square piece of yellow paper, and quickly wrote a notice.

It listed various promotional activities of the funeral shop.

For example, a family package with a 50% discount, where whole families or referrals from relatives and friends received a unified half-price.

He also introduced a humanitarian concern initiative to prevent tragedies like selling oneself to bury a parent by offering funeral loans where you pay after burial.

He wasn’t worried about defaults; as long as the debtor wasn’t a deadbeat, the repayment date could be indefinitely postponed. But if someone refused to pay with the means to do so, he wouldn’t hesitate to dig up the grave and take the corpses as collateral.

On top of these basic services, Xu Qing initiated an anniversary deal, where any body buried through his shop could receive oil or rice annually for the first three years.

Overall, there was no other funeral shop more cost-effective in Linhe, or even in the Jin Sect.

The gatekeeper almost posted the notice holding his breath.

If he hadn’t received Xu Qing’s tip, he wouldn’t have been willing to post such an unlucky thing on the bulletin board.

Still, to be fair, the funeral shop’s promotions were genuinely affordable!

It was much cheaper than his father’s funeral, and the key was there were giveaways.

As Xu Qing was chatting with the gatekeeper, a fat man suddenly drove a donkey cart out of the city gate.

On that donkey cart was also a coffin laid flat. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

The gatekeeper apparently recognized this fat man and stepped forward in surprise: "Fatty Sun, what’s this?"

Fatty Sun, true to his name, was broad and plump, with a behind spread as wide as a wheel when sitting at the front of the donkey cart. Hearing the gatekeeper’s query, he pulled the reins to stop the donkey.

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