The discussion of staffing and wages for the rabbit slaughterhouses soon ended. The final decision was to appoint one person to oversee each slaughterhouse, with the village chiefs filling those positions.
Second, each slaughterhouse would initially recruit ten slaughterers, selected by the village chief.
Third, the slaughterhouse managers would receive five Gold Soul Coins a month, while the slaughterers would receive two Gold Soul Coins a month, plus a weekly allowance of half a jin of rabbit meat.
Although the discussion had not taken much time, the sky had already darkened by the time Tang San and Old Jack returned to Holy Soul Village.
A silver moon hung high overhead. Its silvery light stretched the shadows of the two figures at the entrance to Holy Soul Village, one large and one small, long, long across the ground, making them look terribly forlorn.
After bidding Old Jack farewell, Tang San headed down the road home, his mind occupied with thoughts.
Tang San and Old Jack felt entirely differently about everything that had happened that day. There was no need to explain how Old Jack felt. Seeing the smile that never left his face throughout their journey, Tang San knew he was very happy.
But Tang San could not understand why opening a slaughterhouse in a Small Village would make the old man so happy. As far as he was concerned, if you had nothing to eat, you could simply roam about performing chivalrous deeds. If you had no money, you could root out tyrants, protect the innocent, and mete out justice on Heaven's behalf.
Why worry about such trifles? Old Jack had even said he would try to secure a slaughterer's position for him.
Tang San shook his head, casting those thoughts out of his mind, and stepped into his home,