The next day.
Early morning, Jade Cauldron Tower.
As a worker at the Jade Cauldron Tower, Zhang San was stationed at the entrance awaiting guests.
There were two other workers beside him, murmuring about something unknown.
It was the middle of winter; the sun had just risen, but the air still held a lingering chill.
Zhang San rubbed his hands together, stomped his feet hard, and didn't feel like chatting with the other two, pondering whether he should buy himself a cotton coat when he gets paid at the end of the month.
Though the Jade Cauldron Tower had many rules and the working hours were long, the pay was still twenty percent higher than that of workers in other restaurants and inns.
This was something that always made him proud.
As a farmer's son, having such a job in the county allowed him to stand more proudly in his village.
At that moment, a handsome young man approached.
