Good News

After finishing his shift, Lin Sheng naturally had no intention of lingering.

Who would want to stay in this stinking slaughterhouse?

The Town Mountain Tower provided the lowest-tier workers like them with two meals a day, lunch and dinner.

Of course, these meals were nothing more than ordinary unpolished rice buns and a bowl of vegetable soup per person.

Lin Sheng received his two unpolished rice buns and soup from the stall, then squatted in a corner of the courtyard outside the mess hall, chewing them carefully.

This amount of food was naturally insufficient for their day's work.

However, in this ancient society with insufficient productivity, having such food was already considered quite good.

The slaughterhouse workers were all squatting in corners in twos and threes like Lin Sheng, but their eating manners were much more barbaric than his.

And a few of the older workers naturally formed small groups.

At this moment, these older skinners were eating and talking excitedly, seemingly discussing a topic that greatly interested them.

"Brothers, have you heard the recent news from the Town Mountain Tower?"

"You're talking about the beast tide on Yangping Mountain!?"

"That's right. But this beast tide on Yangping Mountain isn't like in previous years. A few days ago, when I went to deliver wine to Manager Wang, I saw people from the Beast Hunter Hall looking for him. I personally heard one of them tell Manager Wang that the Beast Hunter Hall was short-handed and wanted to transfer some workers from various halls."

"Beast Hunter Hall! If that's true, then maybe we can finally escape the slaughterhouse... No wonder Manager Wang said we were lucky."

The voices of the few older slaughterhouse workers weren't loud, but there were many workers in the courtyard, and quite a few people overheard their conversation.

And among them was Lin Sheng.

"Beast Hunter Hall."

Swallowing a mouthful of soup, Lin Sheng's eyes lit up as he chewed.

Although he had only been at the Tremor Mountain Tower for two months, he was very clear about its structure.

Among the many halls of the Tremor Mountain Tower, the slaughterhouse he belonged to was naturally at the bottom.

The Beast Hunter Hall, on the other hand, was completely different. It was an elite hall of the Tremor Mountain Tower, the true frontline.

Tremor Mountain Tower, the name itself contained "mountain," so it was naturally related to the mountains.

The main reason the Tremor Mountain Tower was named as such was that it almost monopolized the meat business in Lin'an County.

And the majority of their meat business, besides the livestock they raised themselves, came from Yangping Mountain.

The responsibility of the Beast Hunter Hall was to hunt various fierce beasts in Yangping Mountain.

Putting aside other things in this world, the fierce beasts were quite ferocious and violent.

Their size and power were far beyond those of the wild beasts on Earth from his previous life.

In his two months at the Tremor Mountain Tower, Lin Sheng mostly handled docile livestock like rock sheep and earth chickens daily.

However, he had occasionally seen a few fierce beasts from a distance.

Even an ordinary mountain wolf was as big as a calf, and not something an ordinary person could handle.

Therefore, the danger level of the Beast Hunter Hall could be considered among the highest of the Tremor Mountain Tower's many halls.

But the greater the risk, the greater the reward.

The treatment in the Beast Hunter Hall was definitely among the highest in the entire Tremor Mountain Tower.

It was much better than his own slaughterhouse.

Besides that, there was the most important point: if one could successfully join the Beast Hunter Hall, they would gain access to martial arts.

In an ancient world like this, martial arts were the only way out.

The martial arts here were not the deceptive tricks from his previous life, but genuine martial arts.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they could break stones.

Therefore, being able to join the Beast Hunter Hall was undoubtedly the best opportunity for the skinners to change their fate.

"Martial arts!!"

Lin Sheng murmured to himself, his eyes becoming fervent.

"I hope this news is true!?"

After finishing his meal, Lin Sheng left the skinning area and walked towards his home.

Lin'an County, West District, Crock Street.

Strolling along the dirt and stone street, it was bustling with people, mostly poor folks dressed in coarse linen.

As the slum district of the county town, its inhabitants were naturally the lowest stratum of the city.

Various strange odors permeated the air, but Lin Sheng walked through them without changing his expression. After more than two months, he had long grown accustomed to and accepted this place.

Stepping over a patch of black dog feces on the ground, Lin Sheng turned into a narrow alley on the street and stopped in front of a dilapidated courtyard, gently knocking on the door.

"Who is it?"

Soon, a cautious question followed.

"I'm back."

Lin Sheng replied, and as he heard Lin Sheng's words, the sound of the bolt being drawn could be heard.

With a creak, the simple wooden door opened.

Revealing the rough, middle-aged face of a woman with a smile.

"Ah Sheng, you're back!"

The middle-aged woman before him was none other than his former self's mother, Xie Guilan.

"Yes, Mother. This is some unpolished rice I bought in town. Please cook it for dinner."

Lin Sheng also showed a hint of a smile, handing over the two jin of unpolished rice he had bought from the street.

"Why are you spending money carelessly again? Two jin of unpolished rice costs at least five coins. You don't need to worry about household matters. You're always so extravagant. How will you save enough money to get married in the future?"

Looking at the bag of unpolished rice Lin Sheng handed over, Xie Guilan frowned and said with some blame, but she still reached out and took the bag.

"Never mind. Tomorrow, I'll grind this unpolished rice into flour and dig for some wild vegetables outside the city to make flatbread. That will be enough for me, your father, and your brother to eat for a meal or two."

Lin Sheng didn't respond. He was already accustomed to his former self's family's poverty. In fact, people living on Crock Street were not much better off.

However, at least they were all living in the city. Although it was the slum district of the city, it was still much better than the small villages outside the county town. At least no one starved to death here.

He walked through the dilapidated small courtyard and entered the room. On the dark bed, a thin, middle-aged man was sitting up with some difficulty.

The man's skin was dark. Although he was only middle-aged, his face was already covered with wrinkles.

"Ah Sheng, you don't need to subsidize the family. Use your spare money to buy some pork to nourish yourself. This old man knows that the work in the slaughterhouse is not easy. You are still young, don't overwork yourself."

"I know, Father."

Lin Sheng nodded and stepped forward to help the man up.

The middle-aged man was Lin Hong, the former self's father.

He was originally a tenant of the Sun family, a prominent household in Lin'an County. He was skilled in farming, but a few years ago, an accident occurred. He encountered a mountain wolf in the fields. Although he was lucky to survive, his leg lost the ability to walk. He could only rely on a crutch and sell miscellaneous goods on the street.

However, in a slum like Crock Street, the profitable goods were long gone. His business of selling miscellaneous goods could only be described as dismal.

The loss of a strong laborer meant a great deal for a poor family.

Fortunately, with his two sons growing up, the Lin family was able to continue living on Crock Street.

After chatting with his two elders for a while, Lin Sheng went to bed early.

This place was unlike his previous life; there were no entertainment activities. Moreover, after a day of hard work, sleepiness naturally came over him as he lay in bed.

If one did not rest well from the strenuous work in the slaughterhouse, the next day would be extremely difficult to endure.