From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

Zhu Yuan was very satisfied with the description of the professional porter's characteristic, "the feet of a porter".

With this professional characteristic, when he learns martial arts in the future, especially when practicing stance training, it will be much easier.

When a professional beggar is at level one, it only takes 100 experience points to level up. When a professional porter is at level two, it takes 200 experience points to level up.

There are different levels of professions, and the experience required to level up varies from level to level. Compared to beggars, porters are a level higher, belonging to the second-tier profession, and possess three white profession characteristics.

The golden professional trait exists only in the highest-level professions.

Seeing the upgrade experience of the professional porter, Zhu Yuan was not surprised. He had been in this world for more than a month, and the ancient books had given him answers to most of the questions he wanted to know, with only a few remaining unanswered.

The ancient books in his mind closed, and at the same time, Zhu Yuan opened his eyes and stood up.

Zhu Yuan got up and first stretched his feet. He stomped his feet lightly and then rotated his ankles left and right a few times, and it really felt different.

His feet felt as if they had been infused with new strength, making them feel exceptionally grounded, yet also carrying a strange lightness, as if these legs weren't his own.

After adjusting for a while, he said to Old Ma, who was standing to the side:

"I'm ready, continue."

"OK."

Old Ma nodded, his face expressionless.

This time, the sack that Lao Ma pulled out from the pile of goods was also the smallest and flattest kind.

However, this bag was significantly heavier than the previous one, and the sack was also more bulging.

Zhu Yuan took a deep breath, squatted down, and grabbed the two corners of the sack with both hands.

He followed the same method as before, first lifting the sack onto his knees, then suddenly thrusting his body upwards, simultaneously bringing one shoulder up to meet the movement. The whole action was completed in one smooth motion, and the sack landed steadily on his shoulder, which was padded with thick cloth.

Especially when he stood up completely, his body only swayed slightly before he regained his balance, which was completely different from the feeling of carrying a bag for the first time.

"Oh?"

Old Ma watched Zhu Yuan's retreating figure as he moved towards the cargo ship, and couldn't help but let out a surprised hum.

His eyes, wrinkled by the river breeze, widened slightly, his gaze following Zhu Yuan's every step.

Compared to the awkwardness and heaviness of carrying the bag for the first time, Zhu Yuan's progress this time was nothing short of a leap forward in the eyes of this old porter.

Not only is the lower body more stable, but the swing of the legs is also more even and powerful when walking, and the walking speed is also much faster, no longer the kind of cautious shuffling.

"However..." Old Ma squinted and muttered to himself, "There's something wrong with his posture... It seems like he's putting more of the pressure of carrying the bag onto his legs."

Old Ma observed very carefully.

He saw that while Zhu Yuan walked, his back was straight, but his upper body was intentionally kept in a subtle relaxation, while the muscles in his legs were obviously tense, and each step was particularly firm.

Zhu Yuan was also constantly adjusting his posture, searching for the most comfortable way to bear weight for himself.

The changed lower body relieved more pressure on his shoulders, making his upper body, especially his shoulders and back, feel more relaxed.

Soon, Zhu Yuan walked to the gangplank connecting the cargo ship and the shore again.

This time, he didn't hesitate at all, and stepped on it without pausing.

The gangplank swayed gently with his weight, but Zhu Yuan's body only adjusted slightly to the rhythm of the swaying. His steps remained steady and steady, and his speed did not decrease at all. In a few steps, he crossed the gangplank and stepped onto the deck.

Having a professional skill makes the experience of carrying bags completely different.

Two trips.

Three trips...

Time passed, one trip after another.

Zhu Yuan carried sacks back and forth between the cargo piles and the ship's hold. Although he still sweated and panted, his movements became more and more skilled and his steps became more and more steady.

Before we knew it, the lunch break was over, and the number of porters on the dock gradually increased. Shouts and heavy footsteps could be heard everywhere, and the once somewhat empty dock became lively and noisy.

More than half of the afternoon had passed.

Compared to other porters, Zhu Yuan rested less and made more trips.

During his rest, he would close his eyes to relax and casually browse through the records in ancient books.

[You start carrying sacks. The sacks are a bit heavy for you. You successfully complete one trip, earning +1.1 professional experience.]

[You start carrying sacks. The sacks are a bit heavy for you. You successfully complete one trip, earning +1.2 professional experience.]

[You start carrying sacks. The sacks are very heavy for you. Successfully completing one trip will grant you +1.5 job experience.]

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Looking at these records, and seeing his growing experience as a porter, gave him even more motivation.

Some of the porters who were taking a break watched Zhu Yuan's back as he carried sacks toward the cargo ship again. They gathered in twos and threes in the shade, some leaning against the piles of goods, some squatting on the ground, wiping their sweat, drinking water, and chatting.

A man with a scar on his face nudged the person next to him with his elbow, raised his chin, and pointed at Zhu Yuan: "Who is this kid? Look how many times he's run back and forth without taking a break? Doesn't he get tired?"

The man he stabbed was a bald, middle-aged man who was wiping the sweat from his neck with his shirt.

Upon hearing this, he glanced sideways at the scarred man and pursed his lips.

"Which eye of yours isn't tired of seeing him? Didn't you see the back of his neck and the huge wet patch on the back of his clothes? You could hear his breathing from far away."

A tall, thin man standing nearby looked up at Zhu Yuan's slender yet ramrod straight back and sighed, "Look at that build, he's not even fully grown yet and he's already doing this backbreaking labor. His family is probably starving."

"Sigh..." An old porter, his hair already gray, squatted at the very edge. "In this world... no one has it easy."

The tall, thin man turned to look at Old Ma, who had been silently squatting on the stone bench, and asked loudly, "Old Ma, is this the first time that kid has come here today?"

Upon hearing this, Old Ma slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the several chatting porters. His face remained expressionless, and he simply grunted in response.

He didn't say much, nor did he join their conversation, and quickly turned his head back.

The scarred man clicked his tongue, glanced at Zhu Yuan who was struggling to walk down the plank in the distance, shook his head and said, "If he does this on the first day, will he even be able to get up tomorrow morning? He'll probably fall apart."

"Hey!" The bald man chuckled, slapping the scarred man on the back with a loud crack, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "You're worried about others now? Take care of yourself first! Look in the mirror at your old back, how many more years can you hold on? Hahaha..."

His loud, hoarse laughter echoed through the din of the dock, prompting several porters nearby to join in the laughter.