The First Day as a Skinner

Squelch.

The sharp butchering knife plunged fiercely into the rock sheep's abdomen, and streams of dark red blood gushed from the wound, flowing into a pre-prepared wooden bucket.

Lin Sheng gripped the butchering knife with one hand and the rock sheep's neck with the other. Only after the blood flowing from its body became barely visible did he hang it on an iron hook, split it open, and skillfully skin it.

After finishing, he let out a heavy sigh.

"Hoo... done."

He put down the butchering knife and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Although he had skinned no less than a hundred rock sheep since arriving in this world, each time he did this work, it took a considerable effort, leaving him feeling quite exhausted.

He raised his head and scanned the other people in the yard. There were nearly a hundred of them, with most of them being boys around sixteen or seventeen years old, like himself.

Without exception, these youths were all wielding butchering knives on the rock sheep in front of them, either bleeding them or skinning and cutting the meat.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

Everyone was more or less stained with dark, dried bloodstains.

Town Mountain Tower.

This was where Lin Sheng was currently located.

It was also a considerable force within Lin'an County City.

However, he was currently just an ordinary skinning worker in this Town Mountain Tower.

As the name suggested, his main job was to handle the livestock raised in the tower, bleeding them, skinning them, cutting the meat, and even processing their bones.

Let alone for a half-grown boy like him, it was quite arduous work even for adults.

But in this ancient world with low productivity, having a job meant being able to survive in this chaotic era.

After all, compared to most factions in Lin'an County City, the work at Town Mountain Tower was indeed tough.

But fortunately, they provided two meals a day, and at the end of each month, he received dozens of large coins as wages. This was already considered decent treatment, better than most impoverished families in the county city.

It was just a pity that this kind of life was not what he wanted.

As an ambitious young man from Earth who had read many web novels, he had read countless stories of transmigration protagonists dominating everything.

And now that this opportunity had fallen into his lap by chance, it was completely different from what he had imagined. There was no grand domination, only endless work.

"It's been two months, when will it end..."

Looking around at his peers who were busily working, Lin Sheng took a deep breath.

Through his dirty, blood-stained apron and coarse cloth shirt, he could vaguely see a ring-shaped mark in the center of his chest.

More than half of the ring-shaped mark had been dyed blood-red, with only about less than 1/10 of it still showing a faint grayish-white color.

This ring was the only peculiar thing he had discovered after transmigrating.

After absorbing the memories of the previous body, he could confirm that he did not have this ring-shaped mark on him originally.

Therefore, the circular mark only appeared when he transmigrated into the previous body.

He clearly remembered that when he first discovered it, this circular mark was entirely a faint grayish-white.

When he first discovered he had transmigrated, he was filled with surprise. It was a pity that the golden finger he had imagined did not appear, but reality gave him a harsh lesson.

Inheriting the previous body's job as a skinning worker, he had suffered a lot at the beginning.

Although the rock sheep looked similar to the goats of his previous life, their size was considerably larger.

Even now, after he had become somewhat proficient, it still took considerable effort to skin a whole rock sheep.

However, as more and more rock sheep passed through his hands, he also discovered that the circular mark on his chest had begun to change.

It gradually began to turn blood-red, and after two months, this circular mark was almost filled with blood-red color.

Looking at the mark on his chest, Lin Sheng had a premonition that perhaps when this circular mark was completely filled, it might bring him a pleasant surprise.

"Soon, at this rate, it will only take a few more days to successfully fill this circular mark."

Lin Sheng thought to himself. After resting for a short while, he began to prepare to process the next rock sheep.

To get a foothold here, he had to process at least two rock sheep every day.

As an upper-tier force in the county city, Town Mountain Tower had many subordinate halls.

Their slaughterhouse belonged to the logistics hall. More than ninety percent of the processed rock sheep hides and meat were sold off.

This was also one of the main sources of revenue for Town Mountain Tower.

It wasn't until the great sun set in the west and the sky began to darken that Lin Sheng finally finished processing two rock sheep.

And almost everyone in the slaughterhouse had also completed their daily quota.

At this moment, a strong, bald man walked in from outside the slaughterhouse with an imposing stride.

This bald man appeared to be around forty years old, with a somewhat fierce appearance, giving the impression that he was not easy to approach at first glance.

Seeing the big man enter, all the skinning workers immediately put down their tools and stood at their respective cutting boards. Lin Sheng was no exception.

This bald, burly man was the supervisor of their slaughterhouse, their immediate superior, Wang Dehai.

He was considered an elder within the Town Mountain Tower, his status far superior to theirs, the lowest-ranking skinners.

As the head of a small department, he undoubtedly possessed martial arts skills. Combined with his robust physique, he was quite intimidating.

Wang Dehai, holding a roasted chicken, arrived before the crowd while devouring it. In just a few bites, he finished the chicken, casually wiping his greasy hands on a skinner. The skinner, however, wore a smile, seemingly honored by the gesture.

"Alright, quitting time today. Let me see your results for today."

Wang Dehai scanned the cutting boards in front of everyone, finally stopping at the boards of a few older skinners, around twenty years old.

"You few are doing well. Truly seasoned hands after several years of work. You've each processed three rock sheep. Keep up the good work."

He patted the shoulders of these older skinners, then his gaze fell upon the rest of the group as he spoke indifferently.

"Although the work in our slaughterhouse is arduous and bloody, it's not without opportunities for change. Perhaps some of you will get lucky."

After speaking, he didn't linger and turned to leave directly.

The skinners, on the other hand, exchanged bewildered glances, confused by Wang Dehai's words.

However, a few of them showed a hint of joy, as if they had thought of something.

"Get lucky? Could something be happening?"

Lin Sheng watched Wang Dehai's retreating figure and murmured.