From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

The two sacks this time weighed about the same as the last one.

However, the feeling Zhu Yuan had this time was completely different from before.

After unlocking the second trait of the porter profession, Zhu Yuan felt incredibly happy!

The most sore part right now is his hands.

While carrying the sacks, Zhu Yuan relied on his physical strength, and placing his hands on the carrying pole was just for show; in reality, his hands were already relaxed.

With his shoulders and waist strengthened, he no longer needs to put more pressure on his feet during the entire transport process.

After the porter's level was upgraded, his feet also changed somewhat, but the changes were not as obvious as those in his shoulders and waist, and were overlooked by Zhu Yuan.

Earning money used to be very hard.

Zhu Yuan already feels that making money as a porter is pretty good.

It's definitely tiring, but it's far from being considered hard-working.

[You tied the sacks together and started transporting two sacks with a carrying pole. The pole wasn't heavy for you, and you completed the trip smoothly, gaining +0.7 professional experience.]

[You've tied up the sacks and started transporting two sacks with the carrying pole. The pole is easy on your shoulders, and you complete the transport without any pressure. Job Experience +0.6.]

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Occupation: Porter

Level: Lv3 (27/800)

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A total of forty trips were made this afternoon, three more than the previous record for the afternoon.

This was the result of Zhu Yuan keeping it.

The highest number of transport trips in a single day was 37 in the afternoon and 30 in the morning.

He made 25 deliveries this morning, so he made a total of 65 deliveries today, earning 130 cash before tax.

The ancient book in his mind closed, and Zhu Yuan opened his eyes.

Zhu Yuan was not surprised that a level 3 porter's experience gain was only half that of a level 2 porter.

At his current rate of experience gain, upgrading from a level 3 porter to a level 4 porter should be easy; it should only take him about half a month.

Upgrading from a level 4 porter to a level 5 porter to unlock the third profession trait takes much longer.

"Zhu Yuan, you're doing very well now." Old Ma looked at Zhu Yuan, who was still in good spirits, and a rare smile appeared on his face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.

"Yes, Uncle Ma."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuan smiled with relief. He stretched his shoulders and twisted his waist, his tone clearly cheerful.

"I feel this job is getting easier and easier for me."

"That's good." Old Ma nodded with a smile, then asked, "When do you plan to start learning martial arts?"

His voice carried a barely perceptible expectation.

"It will be soon, in the next few days."

Upon hearing this, Old Ma merely glanced at him, then nodded, and said nothing more.

Afterwards, Old Ma, who had already counted the bamboo tokens, handed two large handfuls of them to Zhu Yuan.

Zhu Yuan reached out his hands, steadily took it, and carefully held it in his arms.

After saying goodbye to Lao Ma, Zhu Yuan turned around and walked towards the seat where Manager Wan was, carrying the bamboo tally.

Manager Wan was already used to Zhu Yuan being able to produce so many bamboo tokens every day.

He glanced at it, then, as usual, stretched out his long, slender fingers and slowly counted the bamboo tallies. He then recorded the count in the ledger, and finally counted out the corresponding copper coins and placed them on the table.

"Ninety-one coins." Manager Wan's voice was flat and emotionless.

"Thank you, steward." Zhu Yuan replied and carefully collected all ninety-one copper coins.

When Zhu Yuan left today, his steps were unusually cheerful.

It feels so good to feel relaxed.

The only drawback is the hands.

But Zhu Yuan is already very content.

To celebrate unlocking the second trait of his porter profession today, he decided to treat himself to a meal instead of eating soybean dregs and tofu.

Pig's head meat is also a type of pig offal, and it's much cheaper than regular pork.

For Zhu Yuan, it didn't matter whether the pig's offal went into the water or not.

Thinking of meat, Zhu Yuan quickened his pace.

We arrived at a food stall where braised pig's head meat hung on hooks, glistening with oil in the evening light.

Zhu Yuan stopped and looked at the hanging pig's head meat. He couldn't help but think of when he was a beggar and he had stood in front of this stall on an empty stomach.

At that moment, the stall owner merely glanced up at him, his gaze sweeping over his tattered clothes, before lowering his head to continue with his own business.

Things are different now.

As Zhu Yuan approached, the stall owner's gaze lingered on his short brown clothes, then a warm smile immediately spread across his face. He deftly wiped the counter with a cloth and asked in a friendly tone:

"What would you like to order, sir?"

As he asked, he pointed to several cooked foods hanging on the hook.

The social status of porters was certainly very different from that of beggars.

"How much is the pig's head meat?" Zhu Yuan asked, his gaze falling on the large piece of braised pig's head meat, which was a deep reddish-brown color.

"A serving of pig's head meat costs ten coins and weighs half a pound." As the stall owner spoke, he had already picked up a shiny meat cleaver and was ready to start.

"Give me one," Zhu Yuan said, his hand already reaching for the money in his pocket.

"No problem!" The stall owner's smile widened, and his voice became a few decibels louder.

He skillfully cut off a piece of pork head meat with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, his movements quick and steady. Then he deftly wrapped it in a dried lotus leaf and handed it over.

Just as Zhu Yuan finished counting out ten copper coins, the stall owner handed him the wrapped lotus leaf package.

"Please take care, sir, and come again next time."

The stall owner took the money, saying his usual parting words, while still wearing that enthusiastic smile he always had when doing business.

He bought the six grain cakes his mother had left when he returned a little earlier today.

Dinner cost a total of thirteen coins!

Back in the hut, Zhu Yuan arranged the multigrain pancakes, pork head meat, and a gourd filled with water, and began to enjoy his dinner.

His right hand was a little oily, which was naturally the oil from the pig's head meat, and the dried lotus leaf was already oily.

Before eating the multigrain pancakes, I had a bite of braised pig's head meat first.

With one bite, the skin of the pig's head meat is chewy, the fat melts in your mouth, and the lean meat is chewy and satisfying. The taste is salty at first and then sweet, which is delicious.

When I swallowed the meat, my stomach felt a little warmer.

"It smells so good!"

Next, Zhu Yuan ate mixed grain cakes with pig's head meat and drank well water from the gourd.

This dinner left his stomach quite full.

He felt really comfortable right now. Apart from his hands being a little sore, the rest of his body felt completely relaxed.

Thinking about the soreness in my upper body these past few days, I realize how happy I am now.

Zhu Yuan, who was about to rest and go to sleep, heard a knock on the door.

Then, the old woman's voice came.

"They're here, they're here."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuan immediately got up from the bed.

At this time of day, the only ones who would come knocking on the door are the Black Bull Gang, who are based in this area.