Jiang City, Funeral Home Recruitment

Jiang City is a state city of the Li Kingdom, vast in its area, a strategic point in the southeast.

At this moment, dawn was just breaking, and Jiang City was shrouded in a hazy white mist.

A young man emerged from the mist.

He wore a bamboo hat and carried a suona at his waist, accompanied by a black dog about half his height.

This young man was Bai Yu.

He took off his hat and brushed the dew from his body.

"Finally, we've arrived in Jiang City, Old Mo. We'll make our home here from now on."

"Why bury bones in native soil? Every place on earth has green hills."

"Where the heart feels at peace, that is home."

Old Mo responded with a few "Woof" sounds.

Bai Yu led Old Mo into the city.

The city was indeed very different from the small mountain village. Even in the early morning, it was bustling with people.

The aroma of scallions and garlic wafted from the steamed buns and noodle stalls along the street.

Bai Yu bought two large meat-filled buns, one for each of them. The warm buns filled their bellies, and all their fatigue was swept away.

The two, man and dog, had just entered the city and found everything fresh and new.

The streets, several dozen feet wide, were paved with bluestone, allowing several carriages to travel side by side.

"Old Mo, look, there's a street performance, smashing a stone on the chest."

A stone weighing hundreds of pounds was placed on a strong man's chest.

With a "Bang," the stone was shattered, and the strong man was unharmed.

Bai Yu cheered a few times and tossed down two copper coins.

On the other side, a face-changing performance began, and Bai Yu pulled Old Mo over to watch for a while.

"Amazing, amazing, changing faces so quickly."

"Of course, it's still a bit behind Uncle Da Zhuang's wife. Her face-changing is really fast."

The two, man and dog, wandered around the city, eating and playing.

Bai Yu even bought Old Mo a wooden doll, which Old Mo solemnly put into its small bag.

By noon, they had eaten and played enough.

Bai Yu then took Old Mo to rest on a patch of grass.

"Old Mo, we don't have much silver left. We need to find a job."

"Preferably something related to playing the suona. When we earn money, we'll buy a pile of big meat buns and get you some little..."

Old Mo stretched out its paws, showing off its muscles, indicating that it could also help Bai Yu with work.

Bai Yu chuckled and went to a city wall in the east of the city.

The city wall was covered with job postings.

"Zhou's Roast Duck Restaurant, hiring two waiters, room and board included."

"Spring Breeze Pavilion, hiring one strong and sturdy gigolo."

"Zhang Estate, hiring ten servants."

Bai Yu looked carefully and finally found a job that he liked.

"Hundred Virtues Funeral Home in the south of the city, hiring five laborers, must be strong, brave, and careful."

A funeral home, simply put, is a morgue or graveyard.

The dead in the city are buried through the funeral home.

Guests who die far from home are placed in the funeral home to await their return.

This might be a taboo for others, but for Bai Yu, it was simply tailor-made.

Bai Yu inquired all the way, left the south gate, and found the Hundred Virtues Funeral Home.

The sprawling funeral home had hundreds of rooms in total.

Behind it was a barren mountain, covered with graves.

At this time, a crowd of people had already gathered at the entrance of the funeral home.

The notice only said they were hiring five laborers, but there were probably hundreds of applicants.

Bai Yu was taken aback.

Is finding a job in this world this competitive too?

Hundreds of people competing for five positions, this is too difficult.

He was on the outer edge of the crowd, waiting.

Listening to the crowd's idle chatter, he also learned quite a bit of information.

This Hundred Virtues Funeral Home was established with the leadership of the state government and funded by several major families inside and outside Jiang City.

In other words, even a menial job at the funeral home was a position with some status.

No wonder so many people were vying for it.

It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that the gates of the Hundred Virtues Funeral Home creaked open.

A thin, gaunt servant came out and called out:

"Manager Wu will be interviewing you, be prepared."

Soon, several servants carried out tables and chairs, setting up a makeshift interview area.

A fat manager with a round belly sat in the main seat. With his tonnage, it made one wonder if the wooden chair could hold him.

The other interviewer was a Daoist priest wearing a Daoist robe.

The people around whispered.

"That's Manager Wu. Whether you pass the interview or not depends entirely on Manager Wu's nod."

"The one next to him is Daoist Lin Jiu. I heard he has a knack for exorcising evil. He's the one guarding this Hundred Virtues Funeral Home."

Soon, the servant pointed to a young man in white to come forward for the interview.

Manager Wu was practically half-lying in his chair.

He raised his hand, and the servant next to him brought him a pot of tea. He took a leisurely sip and asked:

"Tell me, what are your advantages?"

The young man in white cupped his fist slightly:

"My name is Liu, and my advantage is my second uncle."

Manager Wu's expression became a bit more serious, and he asked:

"Who is your second uncle?"

"Detective Zhao!"

Manager Wu immediately stood up and said:

"Young Master Liu, is it? Please, have a seat. You've passed."

"Someone, pour Young Master Liu some tea."

The first spot was given away just like that.

Bai Yu was dumbfounded.

Was it really this blatant?

But looking at the people around him, not a single one dared to complain.

Everyone felt it was perfectly justified.

Sigh, this world.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in brocade robes stepped forward for the interview.

Manager Wu asked as before:

"What are your advantages?"

The middle-aged man smiled and bowed:

"Reporting to the manager, I was introduced by Patriarch Zhang."

He took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it over.

Manager Wu opened the envelope, saw the character "Zhang," and a small denomination silver note inside.

He also smiled and said:

"So you're Patriarch Zhang's brother-in-law. You're qualified. Go get your identity plate."

Just like that, the second spot was gone.

The third spot was given to a distant relative of the Zhao family in the west of the city.

The fourth was given to a retired instructor from the Tongbi Martial Arts School.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one spot left.

Bai Yu was extremely anxious. This job at the funeral home was perfect for him.

Joining the funeral home would provide a steady stream of burial rewards.

But who would have thought that the recruitment process would be so corrupt?

There was only one spot left, and another connected individual stepped forward.

The servant whispered something to Manager Wu.

"This is the Golden Coin Gang's deputy leader's twelfth brother-in-law."

Manager Wu was about to nod when Daoist Lin Jiu, who had been silent beside him, spoke up.

"Alright, that's enough. Someone has to do the work, right?"

Manager Wu thought for a moment and realized he was right.

They were all connected, so who would they rely on for the daily tasks?

If something went wrong at the Hundred Virtues Funeral Home, he wouldn't be able to escape responsibility either.

So, he cleared his throat and said:

"For this next spot, everyone will compete based on their own abilities. We've always been fair, open, and just in our dealings."

The crowd got excited at this, finally seeing a glimmer of hope.

And so, this time, the servants called people up one by one for interviews.

The first was a burly man who showed off his muscular physique, claiming that his Blood Essence was strong and he wasn't afraid of anything sinister.

Manager Wu nodded repeatedly as he watched.

The second was even more ruthless, pulling out a skull from who knows where and planting a kiss on it with a smack.

He shouted that he was brave and not afraid of ghosts.

The people who came to compete each displayed their unique abilities, making Bai Yu tremble with fear.

He was afraid that if Manager Wu nodded, the last spot would be gone.

Relying on his Tendon Forging Realm strength, Bai Yu pushed and shoved his way through the crowd, quickly squeezing to the front row.

Finally, after a few people went up, the servant called out Bai Yu's name.