A month and a half later, a building covering nearly a thousand square meters had been erected northwest of Holy Soul Village. At the center of its roof, bold calligraphy danced like dragons and soaring phoenixes: "Holy Soul Village Rabbit Slaughterhouse"!
An old man stood in front of the building. He was none other than Jack, the village chief of Holy Soul Village. Behind him stood nine burly men with broad shoulders and thick waists, along with a little brat who did not even reach their thighs. Naturally, that brat was Tang San.
A cushy job like slaughterhouse butcher was bound to stir discontent among the villagers, even if Jack had assigned the positions himself.
After all, those nine burly men were all butchers from Holy Soul Village. Killing chickens and slaughtering sheep were everyday affairs for them, so the villagers had nothing to say about each of them taking a spot.
But when a little brat like Tang San, who did not even reach the others' thighs, also took a spot, the villagers naturally refused to accept it.
As the saying went, if Tang San could be a butcher, so could they. Put me in, and I could do it too!
And so, our "protagonist" looked like a child a little over three years old, but was actually someone whose wisdom surpassed ordinary people's.
That went off topic. In fact, the soul inside his body belonged to a man in his thirties. This "middle-aged man," who had slaughtered nearly a thousand rabbits in his previous life, put on a little demonstration right in front of them.
He slit a rabbit's throat, drained its blood, skinned it, and completed that entire series of steps within five minutes!
That proved another saying: put you in, and you couldn't do it! This