"Old man, where do you choose people for this job?"

Perhaps it had been a long time since anyone had been so polite and courteous. The old scholar responded to Zhao Rang very gently:

"Wherever the notice is posted, the people recruiting workers will be there. Usually it is opposite the horse market, and a few more copies will be posted so that people can tear them down and pass them around to read."

Zhao Rang thanked the old scholar:

"Thank you, old man!"

The old scholar's eyesight was not very good, and he had spent a lot of effort reading the notice. It was dark in the alley, and he didn't see Zhao Rang's face clearly, so he just thought he was a newcomer who wanted to earn the two taels of silver.

"Young man, I think you are well-educated. You must have read a book, right?"

Zhao Rang replied:

"The boy went to elementary school for a few days and is barely literate."

The old scholar said calmly:

"That's it! Since you have studied, you are all apprentices of saints. The old man would like to warn you, although this job pays a lot of money and the treatment is good, it may not be easy, so be careful!"

Zhao Rang knew that he was kind-hearted, so he turned around and bought five skewers of barbecue from the boss, put them on the bowl of haggis soup in front of him, and said:

"Thank you, old man, for reminding me, I understand!"

He remembered that the innkeeper told him that just across from the horse market was the human market, where customers who needed help would shout and post notices.

Presumably Young Lipa's notice was brought there, so Zhao Rang was ready to go and take a look.

The entire third floor of Xiangtengju suddenly had to be closed for two months and replanned and renovated. No matter how you looked at it, there was something fishy about it.

“I don’t know what’s going on with Yuan Mingkong!”

Not long after he left the alley, a dark iron rod swept towards the side of his head.

Zhao Rang dwarfed and barely managed to avoid it, but the iron rod spun around and hit the crook of his right arm.

After avoiding the two sticks in succession, Zhao Rang finally saw that what was being swung at him was not so much an iron rod as an iron pillar, which was as thick as his waist!

The pitch-black rod body is faintly reflecting red light.
Chapter completed!