From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

Dongyun Martial Arts School is located in the eastern part of the core area of ​​Qingyang County.

Zhu Yuan walked briskly all the way, and it took him quite a while to get here.

The information Zhang Cheng provided was rather vague, and he even asked some passersby for directions along the way, otherwise he might have gotten lost.

Qingyang County is called a county, but its area is much larger than in the previous life.

"We've finally arrived at Dongyun Martial Arts School."

Zhu Yuan looked around in front of the martial arts school's gate.

The main gate consists of two red-lacquered wooden doors, with a plaque hanging above the doorway bearing the four large characters "Dongyun Martial Arts School". The threshold below is quite high.

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his state, Zhu Yuan took a few steps forward. Just as he was about to step into the gate of Dongyun Martial Arts School, he heard someone ask him a question.

"I saw you standing outside the door for a while. Are you new here too?"

The sound came from behind, and it was rough, like sandpaper grinding iron.

Zhu Yuan turned around upon hearing the sound and saw a burly young man striding towards him.

The boy was a bit taller than him, with shoulders as broad as a door panel, a fleshy face, thick eyebrows, small eyes, and full lips. He looked like a sturdy, low wall.

"Yes." Zhu Yuan nodded, a friendly smile on his face, and then asked, "You're the same as me?"

"That's right." The boy grinned, revealing a set of not-so-perfect but very strong teeth, which made him look quite honest.

"We're quite destined to meet, arriving here around the same time."

Zhu Yuan couldn't help but say that he was telling the truth, and that this was not the time for Dongyun Martial Arts School to open.

Upon hearing this, the boy looked him up and down carefully again, his gaze lingering on the shoulders of the boy's short brown shirt.

"Are you a porter?" the boy asked, his tone tinged with curiosity.

"Yes." Zhu Yuan nodded. His clothes had padded shoulders, so it wasn't hard to tell what he did for a living. "Usually at the docks."

"No wonder."

The young man nodded, a look of understanding on his face. Then he clasped his hands together, knuckles pressed against his chest, and introduced himself in the manner of a martial arts practitioner.

"My name is Zhao Tiezhu, and my father is a pig butcher."

His movements were a little stiff, but his attitude was very serious.

Seeing this, Zhu Yuan also followed Zhao Tiezhu's example, cupping his fists and replying in a very proper manner, "Zhu Yuan".

"Haha, Zhu Yuan, now we're acquainted." Zhao Tiezhu laughed heartily, took a step forward naturally, and warmly put his arm around Zhu Yuan's shoulder, patting him hard. "I don't know why, but I just feel that you're very approachable. You're definitely a good person."

Am I friendly?

Zhu Yuan had a question mark in his mind.

He was well aware of the effects of his beggar profession, and Zhao Tiezhu probably interpreted this feeling as warmth.

To be honest, he felt a sense of familiarity with the name Zhao Tiezhu.

"That's why I say we're destined to meet." Zhu Yuan smiled and casually stretched the shoulder that was being held.

"Yes, that's right." Zhao Tiezhu nodded repeatedly, looking like he deeply agreed.

"By the way, Tiezhu, why did you come to learn martial arts?"

Zhu Yuan quickly found a topic to talk about, his gaze fixed on the entrance of the martial arts school.

"My father said that pig butchers can't butcher pigs for generations, so he made me learn martial arts so I could become a guard in the future." Zhao Tiezhu said this in a very calm tone, and as he spoke, he subconsciously clenched his right fist, making two soft cracking sounds from his knuckles.

Being a guard is a good job, and being a butcher is also alright.

"Being a guard is a good job." Zhu Yuan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, then asked with some curiosity, "Tiezhu, have you ever slaughtered a pig?"

Zhao Tiezhu glanced at him, but did not answer immediately. Instead, he loosened his grip on Zhu Yuan, moved a little distance away, and began to gesture.

He raised his right hand, measured the length between his thumb and forefinger, about three inches, and then earnestly poked it at the base of his neck, mimicking the motion of cutting.

"If you cut right in here and into the heart, the pig will stop squealing," he said, gesturing confidently.

"Are you sure this is where a pig's heart is?" Zhu Yuan looked at the spot he was gesturing to, paused for a moment, then chuckled, "A pig's heart wouldn't be in the neck, it should be in the chest cavity."

As he spoke, he gestured to his chest to indicate the approximate location.

Upon hearing this, Tie Zhu paused, a look of confusion on his face. He then scratched his head sheepishly. "That's what my dad said. From the base of the neck down to the heart."

"That's a major blood vessel, isn't it?" Zhu Yuan naturally corrected him based on his common sense from his previous life. "Your father cut his throat, not his heart. Pigs die quickly because they bleed out completely, not because their hearts were stabbed."

Tie Zhu paused for a moment, opened his mouth as if he wanted to refute but couldn't find a reason, and finally didn't say anything, but looked a little embarrassed.

Zhu Yuan glanced at him, finding his simple-minded appearance somewhat amusing, and chuckled, adding in a gentler tone, "But speaking of which, the fact that your father's knife made you feel like it pierced your heart shows that he had a steady hand and precise aim, indicating he must have been a very skilled butcher."

"Hahaha, Zhu Yuan, you're right!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Tiezhu's earlier embarrassment vanished instantly, and he grinned again. "And you know so much."

"No, no, I just heard it from someone chatting casually before."

"Then you're amazing too," Zhao Tiezhu insisted, his eyes filled with more admiration as he looked at Zhu Yuan.

"Let's go in and register together," Zhu Yuan suggested. It wasn't appropriate for the two of them to just stand at the entrance of the Dongyun Martial Arts School like this.

"Okay!" Zhao Tiezhu responded loudly, appearing full of enthusiasm.

The two crossed the threshold together and entered the Dongyun Martial Arts School.

The markings on the stone wall inside the gate are very clear.

To register as a registered disciple of Dongyun Martial Arts School, walk to the right; the first room you see is where you register.

The two hadn't walked far when they saw a row of houses. The door to the first house was half open, while the doors to the others were closed.

"It's over there," Zhu Yuan said, pointing casually.

The two quickened their pace.

A table was placed at the entrance of the side room, covered with a blue cloth, on which were placed writing brush, ink, paper, inkstone, and a notebook.

A girl was sitting in the chair behind the table.

She looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a pale yellow short jacket, her hair tied up with a silver hairpin, and she was looking down at the book.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up.

Zhao Tiezhu stared at the girl for a moment, then said something.

"It's so beautiful."

Seemingly realizing something, he quickly shook his head.

"Wait...who are you?"

Zhu Yuan glanced at the girl; she had delicate features and fair skin, completely unlike those from poor families. No wonder Zhao Tiezhu said she was beautiful.

Zhu Yuan withdrew his gaze and then looked at Zhao Tiezhu beside him, asking in confusion.

"Tiezhu, why are you asking who she is?"