From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

Zhao Dazhu didn't rush to pick up his chopsticks. Instead, he raised his eyelids and carefully examined his son's face, which couldn't hide his joy. He then understood what was going on.

He picked up the bowl of porridge, blew on it to cool it down, and said, "Tiezhu, it seems you did well in your martial arts test. You have the talent to become a martial artist."

"Father, how did you know?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Tiezhu turned his head sharply, his eyes widening even more, his face filled with surprise and curiosity.

"You can practically write it on your face." He pointed at Zhao Tiezhu's face.

"what?"

Zhao Tiezhu was stunned for a moment, subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, then looked down at his body, a blank and puzzled expression on his face.

"There's clearly nothing there..."

"Stop teasing your son. Don't you know what kind of person he is?" Tie Zhu's mother first patted Zhao Da Zhu, then looked at Zhao Tie Zhu. "Never mind your father. Eat your food. We can talk about everything after you finish eating. Don't go hungry."

After the family finished dinner, Zhao Tiezhu patted his round belly.

Throughout the meal, Zhao Dazhu had a smile on his face.

He had actually been suppressing his excitement.

I can't let my image as a composed father be shattered at this moment.

He didn't have the talent to become a martial artist, neither did his father or grandfather. It was only with Zhao Tiezhu, the only son in the family, that the talent finally emerged.

"Father, I have something to tell you..."

Zhao Tiezhu began to ramble on about what had happened that day.

Besides emphasizing his own talent, he also stressed his affinity with Zhu Yuan.

"You can tell me more about this Zhu Yuan."

"Yes, Father."

Zhao Tiezhu tried hard to recall everything that had happened with Zhu Yuan that day, especially Zhu Yuan's many reminders to him.

The father, Zhao Dazhu, noticed that Zhu Yuan's reminders to his son were very insightful, even before his son's talent was tested.

Being able to befriend such a person would be beneficial to his son, and this Zhu Yuan also has considerable martial arts talent.

"Tiezhu, tell Zhu Yuan tomorrow that if he can't find work as a porter, he can come and work for me."

Zhao Tiezhu was unaware of Zhu Yuan's family situation and did not inquire about it. However, Zhao Dazhu could tell from the fact that Zhu Yuan was going to the dock to unload goods in the afternoon that Zhu Yuan's family situation was generally difficult, otherwise he would not have to work as a porter at the dock.

"Yes, Father!"

Zhao Tiezhu smiled happily, knowing that his father was helping Zhu Yuan.

What does this tell us?

This shows that the father approved of Zhu Yuan.

He had called his friends before, but none of them had been approved by his father. This time, however, things were different.

the next day.

Dongyun Martial Arts School.

When Zhao Tiezhu arrived at the martial arts school, he found that Zhu Yuan had already started practicing stances in the small training ground, and Zhou Ping was making subtle adjustments to his movements.

At this moment, Zhu Yuan was focused, and fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

"Senior Brother Zhou, I'm here." Zhao Tiezhu strode over and greeted him in a loud voice.

"Okay." Zhou Ping turned around at the sound of his voice, nodded to him, and his gaze lingered on his face for a moment. "You stand next to Zhu Yuan and practice, follow his rhythm and posture to find the feeling."

"yes!"

Zhao Tiezhu responded loudly and immediately stood still on the open ground next to Zhu Yuan. He imitated Zhu Yuan's posture and assumed the basic stance, with a serious expression on his face. However, his movements were still somewhat stiff compared to Zhu Yuan's.

Zhou Ping took two steps between the two men, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Tiezhu. "Sit back a little harder, don't hunch over."

Zhao Tiezhu tried his best to adjust according to Zhou Ping's instructions, holding his breath until his face turned red.

Zhou Ping corrects their movements, which helps them get started with basic stance training more quickly. Once they have mastered the basic stance training, they won't need much adjustment.

After about fifteen minutes, Zhao Tiezhu could no longer hold on. He slowly straightened up, panting heavily, and wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve. He walked to the side and began to slowly move his sore and numb legs to rest and recover.

Zhu Yuan remained in the same position, but his breathing became noticeably heavier, and his body began to tremble slightly.

After a while, Zhu Yuan finished his standing meditation, exhaled a long breath, and walked to the side to adjust his breathing and relax his body.

Zhao Tiezhu finished his standing meditation and was almost done resting and adjusting when Zhu Yuancai finished his first standing meditation session.

"Zhu Yuan, you're almost there, aren't you?" Zhao Tiezhu looked at Zhu Yuan with admiration on his face.

"Yeah, I practiced three more times last night when I got home."

"I fell asleep as soon as I got home last night," Zhao Tiezhu said, scratching his head. Zhu Yuan was much more diligent than him.

"You were at the martial arts gym this afternoon, so you should get some rest when you get back. I didn't really train this afternoon, so I have plenty of energy."

"Haha, that's true." Zhao Tiezhu chuckled, then told Zhu Yuan his good news, "By the way, Zhu Yuan, my dad told me that if you have less work in the future, you can work as his assistant."

"Okay, thank you." Zhu Yuan said.

I wonder if working as a helper for the Butcher will unlock the Butcher profession.

The butcher profession requires killing pigs, so it should have some decent job characteristics.

Zhao Tiezhu's father was a butcher, and he should have connections in places like slaughterhouses. Given the opportunity, he could have gone directly from being a helper to a butcher.

According to information provided in ancient books.

If one profession is not at its maximum level, it will be much more difficult to find the next profession. If two professions are not at their maximum level, it will be even more difficult to find the next profession, and so on, with the difficulty increasing continuously.

Increased difficulty does not mean that one cannot get a job.

If Zhu Yuan's beggar profession is not at its maximum level, he might have to carry bags several times, or it might take him two or even three days to become a porter.

The information provided in ancient books on this matter is rather vague.

A person's energy is limited, especially since he also has to practice martial arts.

Ideally, Zhu Yuan would upgrade one profession to the maximum level, acquire all its characteristics, and then seamlessly transition to the next profession.

Of course, this is only the ideal situation. If given the opportunity, Zhu Yuan feels that he could also take on one or even two more jobs.

Everything depends on the actual situation.

The conversation with Zhao Tiezhu also served as a break. After Zhao Tiezhu began his second standing meditation session of the day, Zhu Yuan, who had rested for half an hour, immediately began his second standing meditation session of the day.

In the morning, I would come to Dongyun Martial Arts School to practice martial arts. At noon, I would eat until I was stuffed. In the afternoon, I would go to the dock to work as a porter to earn copper coins while improving my porter's professional experience. In the evening, I would go back and practice as needed.

Ten days passed like this.

This morning, Zhu Yuan practiced standing meditation for the first time, and he stood for an entire hour straight.

This means that he has achieved a basic level of proficiency in stance training.

Eight days ago, he began practicing basic stance training.

"You've mastered the basics in three days and achieved minor success in eleven days. Zhu Yuan, your progress in basic stance training is very fast."