From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

Chapter 71 Experience Accumulation Efficiency in Slaughterhouses

Inside the slaughterhouse.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the smell of livestock.

The soil on the ground has been washed and stained with blood for many years, giving it a dark brown to black color, and it feels damp and sticky when you step on it.

Zhao Dazhu had already navigated the relatively quiet storage area with practiced ease, and stopped in front of a small house, raising his hand to knock on the door.

Soon, a fat, middle-aged man opened the door. It was Manager Ji, who was the closest friend of Zhao Dazhu in the slaughterhouse.

"Hey Lao Zhao," Manager Ji said, a hint of surprise flashing in his small eyes when he saw Zhao Dazhu, before a smile spread across his face as he asked curiously, "What brings you here today?"

Before Zhao Dazhu could answer, he seemed to have thought of something and started to joke.

"So, you're planning to come help out this afternoon?"

"Old Ji, you're completely overthinking it." Zhao Dazhu shook his head with a smile upon hearing this, but then changed the subject, "However, you're right about one thing: someone has indeed come to help you."

"Who?"

Upon hearing this, Steward Ji immediately dropped his joking expression and revealed a look of considerable curiosity.

It should be noted that although Zhao Dazhu had occasionally helped out at the slaughterhouse before, he had never proactively introduced anyone to work there.

"He's my son's good friend, but you wouldn't know him even if I told you." Zhao Dazhu kept everyone in suspense, but he had a confident smile on his face. "But you'll get to know each other very soon."

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"Your son's good friend—" Manager Ji thought for a moment and then asked, "How much older is he than your son?"

"About a year older."

"He's only thirteen years old. What help can he possibly be?" Manager Ji frowned immediately upon hearing his age, his expression turning somewhat mocking. "Hey Old Zhao, don't come here today just to make fun of me."

"This is not a place for playing house."

"Hahaha, Lao Ji." Zhao Dazhu was amused by his reaction and laughed heartily, as if he was recalling some past events, his laughter carrying a touch of emotion.

As the laughter subsided, his expression turned serious. "That kind of person can only be you, definitely not me."

He paused, looked at Steward Ji's questioning eyes, and spoke quite seriously.

"My son's good friend also has the talent to become a martial artist, and has already started practicing martial arts."

"It's no exaggeration to say that he's already half a martial artist."

Seeing the skeptical look in Manager Ji's eyes, Zhao Dazhu added, "There's one thing you can rest assured about: when I introduce him to you, you won't lose face; you'll only feel that you've gained a capable and efficient assistant."

Zhao Dazhu valued his friendship with Steward Ji very much.

For this reason, his requirements for Zhu Yuan were even stricter than those for ordinary helpers entering the slaughterhouse.

Upon hearing this, Manager Ji remained silent, but narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the serious expression on Zhao Dazhu's face.

After a moment, the teasing look on his face gradually faded, and he slowly nodded.

Although there was an element of joking at first, he could now see that Zhao Dazhu was serious.

"Alright, since you've said so, Old Zhao, I have no reason to refuse." Manager Ji let out a breath and nodded.

"Shall I bring him in and have a look now?"

"No, let's go together."

"That's for the best." Zhao Dazhu naturally did not object.

As Steward Ji straightened his clothes, he and Zhao Dazhu walked out of the small room and headed towards the main gate of the slaughterhouse.

While waiting at the slaughterhouse gate, Zhu Yuan did not see anyone enter or leave.

His waiting time wasn't particularly long overall.

"Zhu Yuan".

Upon hearing Zhao Dazhu's voice, Zhu Yuan, who was waiting quietly at the door, immediately turned around.

"Uncle Zhao."

"Let me introduce you. This is Manager Ji from the slaughterhouse." Zhao Dazhu stepped aside to let Manager Ji, who was behind him, come to the front. "When you come to the slaughterhouse in the future, just report to Manager Ji."

"Greetings, Steward Ji." Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuan turned his gaze to the fat, big-eared middle-aged man, bowed slightly, and gave a salute.

The proper etiquette must be observed.

Manager Ji squinted his small eyes and carefully looked Zhu Yuan up and down, then nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, not bad, you look very energetic."

"Old Ji, Zhu Yuan is now in your hands."

On the way out, Zhao Dazhu had already explained Zhu Yuan's situation to Manager Ji in detail, so that his old friend would feel more at ease.

"Goodbye, Uncle Zhao." Zhu Yuan watched Zhao Dazhu turn and leave.

"Alright, Zhu Yuan, come with me." Manager Ji withdrew his gaze, beckoned to Zhu Yuan, and resumed his normal managerial demeanor.

"Yes, Steward Ji."

Zhu Yuan responded, took a step, and followed Steward Ji at a leisurely pace, stepping through the heavy gate of the slaughterhouse.

The scene and smell inside the door were completely different from those outside.

As Manager Ji led Zhu Yuan inside, he got straight to the point: "Zhu Yuan, the usual wage for a day's work at our slaughterhouse is 120 wen. But since it's almost the end of the year and there's a lot of work to be done, the daily wage has increased to 200 wen."

He paused, glanced at Zhu Yuan, and said, "You'll start working from this time today. I'll pay you one hundred coins for an entire afternoon."

"Thank you very much, Steward Ji." Zhu Yuan quickly expressed his gratitude upon hearing this.

He knew in his heart that the fact that he was being paid 100 coins for half a day was probably because Manager Ji was giving him extra consideration out of respect for Zhao Dazhu.

"Okay." Manager Ji waved his hand and continued, "When you start working here, be sure to report to me first."

"Your situation is a bit special; you usually only work half a day, right?"

"Yes." Zhu Yuan nodded in confirmation.

Manager Ji had already learned this from Zhao Dazhu.

Zhao Dazhu said that Zhu Yuan also needed to learn martial arts, so he couldn't be like the farmhands at the slaughterhouse.

Manager Ji said it was nothing, because their slaughterhouse was not short of long-term workers for the time being.

Short-term workers like Zhu Yuan are just right.

Of course, this is on the premise that Zhu Yuan meets the standards of their slaughterhouse.

At this moment, the slaughterhouse is a scene of bustling activity.

The dull thud of a knife chopping bones mingled with the sound of water rinsing.

Manager Ji led Zhu Yuan to a relatively quiet chopping board area, where several pigs that had been bled and scalded were piled up, waiting to be butchered.

"Zhu Yuan, you can work here." Manager Ji pointed to the cutting board and several knives of different sizes hanging to the side.

"Yes."

Zhu Yuan didn't say anything more. He glanced at the tools, then stepped forward and picked out a suitable sharp knife from the knife rack.

Before him lay unprocessed animal carcasses, but in his eyes, this was not just a job, but a valuable opportunity to accumulate experience as a butcher.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhu Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he threw himself into the dismemberment work.

His wrist was steady and powerful, and his knife strokes were precise and decisive.

Peeling, separating the meat, and removing the bones—the movements were so fluid, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

At this moment, Zhu Yuan only had experience on his mind.