I Really Just Slaughter Pigs! I Could Do It Too!

"Go, of course! Why wouldn't I go when there's a chance to make money?"

Qin Qi agreed without the slightest hesitation, then spoke up.

"Don't tell me the City Lord doesn't plan on paying?"

Qin Qi asked.

"The money is definitely there, and it's quite a bit, it's just that the setting isn't exactly ideal."

"The City Lord is celebrating his son becoming a Spirit Master, so there will be quite a crowd."

"There will be many young people there, and I'm worried that you..."

The butcher looked at Qin Qi as he continued, but Qin Qi understood exactly what the butcher meant.

There would be many people there, including many young people, and the butcher was worried that Qin Qi was thin-skinned and would be embarrassed to be seen doing this kind of work.

"If there's money, I'll do it. As for how many people are there, what does that have to do with me? You don't need to overthink it, Boss."

Qin Qi smiled. He was no longer a child who cared about saving face, and besides, butchering pigs was an honest way to make a living—what was there to be ashamed of?

If anyone found it funny, they could come and see for themselves just how sharp my Pig-Slaughtering Knife is!

"That's good then. You'll definitely get your fair share when the time comes."

Seeing Qin Qi's attitude, the butcher let out a sigh of relief and then chuckled.

That afternoon, the butcher took Qin Qi to the City Lord's Mansion, only to be stopped right at the entrance.

"The pig butchers?"

A middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes glanced at the butcher with a haughty expression before asking.

"That's right, these are the helpers from my shop."

The butcher introduced Qin Qi and the other helpers, then spoke.

"Hmph, I'll take you to the back entrance."

The man nodded and led Qin Qi and the others toward the back; the front entrance was for guests.

Workers like the butcher could only use the back entrance to avoid running into the guests.

After winding through several turns in the backyard, they arrived at a small courtyard where about a dozen pigs were kept.

"Finish slaughtering these pigs before dusk. Don't fall behind schedule."

The middle-aged man walked away as soon as he finished speaking; as the steward, he still had many matters to attend to.

"A dozen pigs? How many people is that supposed to feed? These rich people are truly detestable."

Qin Qi muttered in complaint.

"He is the City Lord, after all. When he throws a banquet, basically every person of status in Nuoding City has to show up!"

"Alright, enough chatting. Let's get to work."

The butcher finished speaking and began preparing his tools. Slaughtering a dozen pigs would take half the day.

For the next while, Qin Qi and the butcher were busy, and everything went normally at first.

But after seven or eight pigs had been slaughtered, the butcher grew weary, and his hand slipped while trying to bleed the next one.

The pig didn't die instantly and let out a shrill, piercing scream!

"Go!"

Qin Qi glanced over and threw the Pig-Slaughtering Knife in his hand; from a distance of five or six meters, it was a perfect One-Knife Throat-Seal!

Although he hadn't mastered Instant Strike yet, his technique for throwing hidden weapons had improved significantly.

"Boss, take a break. Let me handle this one."

Qin Qi walked over, pulled out his Pig-Slaughtering Knife, and spoke.

"Whew, I'll leave it to you then."

The butcher said as he found a spot to sit down and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He wasn't just tired; he was also shaken.

Qin Qi's strike had been fast, accurate, and ruthless. Throwing it from five or six meters away to sever the pig's heart vein—if you knew he was a butcher, fine, but if you didn't, you'd think he was being trained as an assassin.

"I'm getting old, truly getting old."

"If I were a few years younger, I definitely wouldn't be this exhausted."

The butcher panted heavily. He wasn't young anymore, and while he usually looked robust due to his line of work, his stamina and energy simply couldn't compare to his younger days.

"What were you doing just now? What was that screaming about?"

At that moment, the middle-aged man hurried over, his face full of dissatisfaction as he spoke.

"My apologies, Steward. I slipped up just now, and the pig made a noise."

The butcher hurried forward to apologize. In wealthy households like this, there were rules for slaughtering pigs, one of which was that the pig must not be allowed to shriek.

On one hand, it was a joyous occasion for the family, and a pig's shrieking was considered a bad omen; on the other hand, it was simply noisy.

"Since the guests haven't arrived yet, I'll let it slide, but if this happens again, I'll have to deduct your pay."

After the steward finished his brief reprimand, he noticed Qin Qi slaughtering the pig and was slightly surprised by the fluid movements.

"Is this your new apprentice? His technique is quite good."

The steward remarked.

"I'd love to take him on as an apprentice, but I don't have the qualifications to do so," the butcher replied with a chuckle.

"You are the top butcher in our city, you..."

"Steward! Steward!"

"Coming!"

The steward had intended to chat with the butcher a bit longer, but as soon as he started, someone called for him, and he had no choice but to hurry off to handle the matter.

In the time that followed, everything went smoothly under Qin Qi's lead. As he neared the end of the process:

"The screaming from earlier came from here."

"It sounds so terrifying!"

"Is this a pig slaughter? It looks so bloody!"

A group of eleven or twelve-year-old children followed the sound and found their way to the courtyard gate, peering inside.

Upon seeing someone slaughtering a pig, they covered their mouths in disgust, as if they could smell the blood and stench.

"It's all bloody and gorey, so gross."

"Look, there's even a little kid in there, that child is slaughtering the pig."

"The blood is all over his hands, how disgusting!"

"If it were me, I would never touch that pig!"

The children watched the scene in the courtyard, whispering among themselves without lowering their voices, so the butcher and the others could hear them clearly.

Hearing their comments, the butcher couldn't help but glance at Qin Qi. He didn't think much of it, but Qin Qi was only six years old—still a young child—and the butcher worried that being called disgusting by other children might be hard for him to take.

However, Qin Qi didn't care at all about what these children said. Why should he care about the words of a bunch of brats who had never even seen blood?

Qin Qi continued with the slaughter, his movements remaining clean and efficient. The brats outside gradually stopped their chatter as they watched him.

Watching his incredibly fluid knife work, they suddenly found it rather interesting and felt a sudden urge to try it themselves.

"This pig slaughtering doesn't look that hard, it's actually quite simple."

"Yeah, I feel like I could do it too."

"His movements are too slow; if I were doing it, I'd definitely be faster."

"I don't think that last cut should have been made like that; it should have been cut directly around the bone."

It was the classic case of the onlookers thinking they knew better than the one doing the work, the classic "I could do it better." It seemed that, in every world, onlookers were the same since ancient times.

"What are you all doing? The banquet is about to start, why are you still playing around here?"

"Hurry up and come with me to greet the guests."

At that moment, a more mature-looking youth walked over and scolded the playful children.

He then glanced into the courtyard and was instantly stunned.

"Junior Qin Qi, what are you doing here?"

Xiao Laoda looked at Qin Qi, who was inside slaughtering the pig, and asked, unable to process the sight.

"Oh, isn't this Senior Xiao? What a coincidence, meeting you here."

Qin Qi looked at Xiao Laoda and smiled. The person before him was the leader of the sixth-year students who had just graduated.

He was one of the many people Qin Qi had beaten to the ground during the Graduation Sparring.