Immortality: Starting as a Butcher to Level Up in Cultivation!

Mao hour and seven quarters

The sky is bright and everything is coming back to life!

The market street in front of Zhu Ji's Butcher Shop is already full of traffic.

Vendors set up stalls along the streets to sell goods, and long queues formed at the city gates. Shops on both sides of the streets opened their doors to welcome customers, and every place was full of vitality.

Individual customers in twos and threes began to gather around the meat stall to buy.

The pig butchers who had been busy in the backyard for most of the night were finally able to take a break.

Aunt Wang, the kitchen helper, cooked a large pot of pork offal soup with some wild vegetables from the mountains. A rich aroma suddenly spread everywhere.

After all the busy work, Wei Hong was already hungry.

Not only were his clothes soaked with sweat, but his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The pain in my hands was unbearable, and a mouthful of broth only relieved the fatigue a little.

"Phew! My health is really bad."

"Eat more and take care of yourself quickly."

Wei Hong was thinking in his mind, but couldn't help but frown.

None of the pigs in this world have ever been castrated, and the fishy flesh can't be suppressed. Coupled with the lack of seasonings such as ginger and garlic, most people really can't get used to it.

However, given his background of not having enough food, he doesn't have the right to be too picky.

"Little brother, you are a bit unfamiliar. Are you the new apprentice?" Aunt Wang enthusiastically scooped a few spoonfuls of meat into his bowl: "Come on, come on, eat more, let's see how thin you are."

Wei Hong said calmly and generously: "Thank you Auntie, just call me Xiao Wei. I ask Auntie and all the brothers to take good care of me in the future."

"Why are you so polite? Eat more, it's enough!" Aunt Wang said with a smile on her face.

But the other pig butchers didn't seem to hear it.

They squatted aside and ate pancakes in broth while minding their own business.

Occasionally, he made some naughty remarks and made jokes, but from beginning to end, he didn't even bother to look at him.

"Don't think too much, they are just like this. They didn't mean to target you. Don't take it to heart." Li Daniu stuffed two pancakes into Wei Hong's hands and pulled him aside to comfort him in a low voice.

"Although we in the butcher shop deal with pigs, cattle and sheep every day, we are actually members of the Tiger Head Gang's peripheral gang. They eat meat all day long to practice martial arts, and kill pigs and chop people in their free time. All of them have a The evil spirit of the stock is something that ordinary idle men and lazy people would not dare to provoke.”

"In their eyes, we young apprentices are just handymen and we don't deserve to be on an equal footing with them at all, so no matter how polite you are, you are too lazy to pay attention to them. Just do your job honestly."

Wei Hong took a few sips of the broth and nodded in understanding.

The butcher is a figure in a gray area in any dynasty. He can afford meat to gain strength, and the butcher knife in his hand sees blood every day. How can he take ordinary poor people in his eyes?

Wei Hong didn't care much about this, and there was no need to be angry!

He never blends into a circle that he can't fit into. When he becomes stronger, people will take the initiative to make friends with him.

"Brother Daniu, can we join the Hutou Gang?" Wei Hong asked sideways.

"Of course!" Li Daniu said with some pride: "How can you afford to open a butcher shop these days without some background? Our uncle in the big stall is the leader of the Hutou Gang, and the butcher shop earns more than half of the money every year. Give it to Tangkou.”

"Every afternoon when the business is not busy, the swordsmen will practice kung fu to build up their strength. We can follow along and learn some pile kung fu to strengthen our foundation and strength. As long as we can lift two hundred kilograms of stone locks with one arm, we can join the Hutou Gang as a peripheral Everyone, there is still a chance to learn superior exercises."

"Two hundred catties?" Wei Hong's eyes lit up.

He wasn't too keen on joining a gang.

But as long as he reaches two hundred kilograms of arm strength, he should be able to become an official pig butcher. When the time comes, he can also practice superior skills. Naturally, he is very happy.

Anyway, when the time comes, he will only use the name of the peripheral gang members to kill pigs with peace of mind.

When you are fighting and killing people, you can hide if you can, so you won't risk your life foolishly.

"It's not easy to live in the city of gods!"

"Learning to kill pigs can not only make you eat well, but also make you good at craftsmanship. You can also learn martial arts. Although it is a bit dirty and tiring, what else am I not satisfied with?"

Wei Hong was filled with emotion.

Even if he just squatted in the corner to eat, he still ate very happily.

Li Daniu couldn't hold back his words. While eating breakfast, he couldn't help chatting in a low voice: "Our butcher shop has three stalls, fifteen knifemen, and the kitchen helper Aunt Liu Bowang. Oh yes. "Yes, there is a family of three living in the innermost courtyard. Don't rush in if you have nothing to do. The master's wife and the eldest lady are both bad-tempered."

Wei Hong was eager to hear more news, so he followed his words and asked: "How can there be so many people in a butcher shop?"

"Busy!" Li Daniu scratched his head and said: "With the millions of people in Shendu's 108th Street, the daily consumption of meat is astronomical. The pigs, cattle and sheep must be transported by ship gangs from Yuzhou, Xuzhou and other places to supply it. Get on."

"Meat is not easy to preserve. It must be killed and sold on the same day. Our butcher shop usually supplies more than a dozen restaurants and dozens of wealthy households in the surrounding area. We also have to deal with individual customers' purchases. We have to kill at least twenty or thirty people a day. One pig, seven or eight sheep, and they have to be doubled during the holidays.”

"Usually, the first stall is in charge of the shop, the second stall takes a few people to the countryside to collect pigs, and goes to the water and land docks to find boat gangs to buy livestock, and the third stall is responsible for delivering goods to various restaurants in the early morning. In short, there are not enough manpower. Use it.”

Wei Hong secretly clicked his tongue when he heard this.

He really underestimated the butcher shop business.

No wonder it needs to be affiliated with the Hutou Gang, otherwise who can control the situation?

"See the dark and strong man on the left? His name is Wang Dazhi. He is said to be the most experienced knifeman here. He not only has the strength of the Leather Refining Realm, but also killed seven or eight people with a knife when the Tiger Gang and the Evil Dog Gang were fighting. Don't mess with them casually."

"The people sitting next to him are Lu Kang and Jiang Kui. They like to eat, drink, gamble and go to the brothels every time they get their monthly salary..."

"The one who is alone on the right is Zhao Jichang. He is the distant nephew of the third boss. He has a bad temper and is not liked by others..."

Li Daniu muttered in a low voice like a chatterbox.

Wei Hong effortlessly recognized everyone present with his sight, and secretly memorized their information in his mind.

"Daniu, have you finished eating?" Aunt Wang came over with a chicken and said casually, "Come and help me kill the chicken after you finish eating. The young lady wants to drink chicken soup at noon, so we must prepare it in advance."

"Hey, hey, here I come!"

Li Daniu was busy getting ready to get up and work.

But Wei Hong decisively raised his hand and pulled him, saying, "Brother Daniu, you continue eating, I'll do it."

"How can I be embarrassed?" Li Daniu scratched his head.

"It's okay!"

Wei Hong smiled indifferently and followed without hesitation.

How could he miss such a good opportunity? If I can't kill a pig, can't I kill a chicken?