From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

After beating Zhao Guangyao to a pulp and teaching him a lesson so that the other beggars would take it as a warning, Zhang Cheng left with the beggar scholar.

Amid Zhao Guangyao's cries of anguish, Zhu Yuan also departed.

As long as he was on this street, Zhao Guangyao wouldn't dare to do anything to him.

He just needs to honestly be a beggar and hand over his daily wage on time.

I'll try to get at least twenty coins tomorrow!

Zhu Yuan set himself even smaller goals.

It was getting dark when Zhu Yuan's stomach started rumbling.

It's time to eat.

At this time, there aren't many people on Qingshui Street; those who were supposed to go home have already gone home.

Zhu Yuan passed by a food stall. Braised pig's head meat hung on a hook, glistening with oil in the dim light.

The stall owner was packing up, putting pieces of meat into a basket.

The moment Zhu Yuan stood in front of the stall, the stall owner looked up at him, his gaze sliding from his face to his body, then back to his face, before lowering his head to continue collecting meat without saying a word.

A serving of braised pig's head costs at least ten coins.

It's just something to look at.

Begging is not allowed here; that's the rule. Otherwise, Zhu Yuan would definitely have taken some of the professional experience before leaving.

Then, Zhu Yuan walked past a noodle vendor's carrying pole, with a stove at one end and steam rising from the pot.

A man in a short brown shirt squatted beside the carrying pole, slurping his food from a bowl until he was covered in sweat.

The bowl of noodles had two pieces of green vegetables floating on top, along with a few specks of oil.

Zhu Yuan looked at the carrying pole.

The old man selling noodles glanced at him, his spoon still in his hand: "Three coins a bowl... Sigh, I'll give you a bowl for free."

"No, thank you, sir."

Zhu Yuan shook his head quickly and disappeared in a flash.

I've met another kind person, but I really shouldn't eat this kind of food.

It's fine if you're starving and passively accept the bowl of noodles, but if you actively accept it and someone reports it to the beggar leader like Zhao Guangyao did, you'll inevitably get a beating.

He is perfectly lucid now, unlike when he was starving to death.

The previous case of beggar Zhao Guangyao proved that their beggar leader was not so easy to fool.

Even three-cent meals are a luxury for him now.

He also needs to save money to buy a household registration in Qingyang County.

Zhu Yuan continued walking forward until he reached the end of Qingshui Street, where he turned into a narrower alley.

Deep in the alley, there was an old woman who squatted there every day at this time, with a basket in front of her containing multigrain cakes.

It's called a pancake, but it's actually made of bran and a little bit of mixed grains. It's dark and hard enough to kill someone by hitting them.

The old woman's eyes lit up when she saw him.

"Two for one coin." Her voice was hoarse, like a broken gong.

Zhu Yuan squatted down and looked at the mixed grain cakes in the basket.

There are five more in total, stacked together, covered with a layer of dust.

This is his food for tonight.

He took out two coins and handed them over.

The old woman took the money, stuffed it into her waistband, and then used her dark hands to take four cakes from the basket and hand them to him.

Zhu Yuan took the card but didn't leave; instead, he continued to squat there.

He thought for a moment and then took out another coin.

"Let's have another one."

The old woman paused for a moment, seemingly understanding something, then quickly stuffed the last cake into his hand, took the coin, and tucked it into her waistband as well.

The basket was empty.

"When you come again, this old woman will give you a pancake."

After saying that, the old woman stood up, picked up her basket, hunched over, and slowly walked deeper into the alley, disappearing into the darkness.

Zhu Yuan squatted down, looking down at the five flatbreads in his hand. They were dark and hard, with some parts still containing grain husks.

He brought one of them to his nose and smelled it... It didn't have much of a smell, just a strong grainy odor.

He broke off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

It's hard, it hurts your throat, you have to chew it a lot.

As I chewed, a faint sweetness of grain slowly appeared in my mouth; it was very subtle, but definitely sweet.

He chewed for a long time before swallowing the small piece.

Then he stuffed the remaining four cakes one by one into his bosom, placing them against his chest, where they were hard and digging into his ribs.

"My job level will definitely increase by one level tomorrow. Once it reaches level three, I'll see what traits I unlock, and then figure out how to make money in the future..."

If he could, he would certainly want to earn enough money every day while also being able to eat well.

Zhu Yuan left after thinking about it.

Then, following the little beggar's memory, they found the shack where he usually slept.

He lifted the tattered curtain and crawled into the shack.

This is where these beggars sleep; it's a bit warmer than outside. It's dark inside right now, and many beggars have already gone to sleep to conserve their energy.

Listening to the snoring and the sound of turning over, Zhu Yuan reached for his spot against the wall and sat down.

Zhao Guangyao was not in the shack, and Zhu Yuan did not interact much with the beggars in the shack.

Today is his first day as a beggar, and a beggar should act like a beggar.

Go to sleep.

……

the next day.

On the street of Qingshui Street.

After eating a piece of bread, Zhu Yuan began another day of begging.

Today's begging didn't go very well at first. After begging from three people, Zhu Yuan got kicked in the butt.

They didn't get a single penny from their subsequent begging.

Until he met a nice-looking girl.

"Here you go, little beggar."

"Thank you, thank you."

Zhu Yuan quickly expressed his gratitude, and this time, he received six coins directly.

At that moment, he gained some new knowledge, which helped him understand better how to beg.

Your level should be upgraded.

Just as Zhu Yuan had thought, if he were to open the ancient books in his mind now, he would see the changes in levels.

Until noon.

In a dark alley corner, Zhu Yuan ate a pancake and drank well water he had drawn.

After quickly filling his stomach, his consciousness sank into the books in his mind.

He begged a total of nine coins this morning.

After the beggar's level was upgraded, he became more skilled at begging, and his chances of getting a single coin from ordinary people increased significantly.

As soon as the antique book was opened, Zhu Yuan looked at his accumulated experience as a professional beggar.

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Occupation: Beggar

Level: Lv2 (31/200)

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This experience doesn't seem right.

Every time Zhu Yuan begged, he had a plan in mind.

Such calculations will motivate him more during the begging process.

His experience didn't match his calculations, so he started checking the records.

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[You actively begged, and [unclear] felt sorry for you and gave you six coins. Your professional experience increased by 13.]

[Congratulations! Your profession level has been raised to Lv2. You now know better how to be a beggar.]

[You actively begged, and [the person in charge] remained unmoved. You received no money, but your professional experience increased by 1.]

...

[You actively begged, and [name omitted] glanced at you and gave you a coin. Your professional experience +2.]

Zhu Yuan realized there was a problem.

After leveling up, you gain one more experience point for each coin you beg for, instead of two.