From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

Zhu Yuan watched their figures disappear around the corner of the pile of goods before slowly turning his gaze away.

"Zhu Yuan, I'm sorry to have dragged you into this." Old Ma's expression slowly faded, returning to its usual calm, though his brows remained furrowed.

He sighed heavily, his tone tinged with helplessness and apology.

"Uncle Ma, do they have a grudge against you?" Zhu Yuan first shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and then asked the question with concern in his eyes.

Asking this question now is perfectly appropriate.

Zhu Yuan knew in his heart that this guy named Li Yinghu's undisguised hostility towards him was probably not just directed at Lao Ma, but also had his own reasons.

Considering both reasons, this guy may already see me as a thorn in his side, so I need to be more careful in the future.

Zhu Yuan hasn't seen that Manager Lin since.

The reason, of course, is that he deliberately avoids the area where Manager Lin is located when he comes to the dock.

"My son is also a member of the Water Moon Gang." Old Ma paused for a moment before finally speaking, his voice low and deep.

"Is his status in the Shuiyue Gang the same as Li Yinghu's?" Zhu Yuan immediately asked, wanting to know more.

Old Ma nodded, tacitly agreeing. His face was expressionless, but a complex emotion was hidden deep in his eyes.

The son is a minor leader in the Shuiyue Gang.

At this moment, Zhu Yuan finally understood why Old Ma seemed to have a higher status than the others among the dockworkers—it was because of his son.

Old Ma didn't know much about the specifics of the Water Moon Gang's internal affairs and seemed unwilling to get too involved.

He simply mentioned to Zhu Yuan that his son and Li Yinghu had always been at odds and frequently clashed within the Shuiyue Gang.

"Ugh."

As he finished speaking, Old Ma sighed deeply again, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen.

He raised his rough hands and unconsciously rubbed his face, his eyes revealing a worry about his son taking this path.

"Uncle Ma, there are advantages and disadvantages to being in a gang," Zhu Yuan said sincerely, looking at Old Ma's worried expression. "Don't always think about the bad things; try to think about the good things."

"You little brat..."

Upon hearing this, Old Ma's lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something in rebuttal, but seeing Zhu Yuan's verification, he ultimately shook his head and swallowed his words.

"Uncle Ma, let's start moving the goods." Seeing this, Zhu Yuan stopped dwelling on the topic. For him now, the most important thing was to make more money and upgrade the porter's level as soon as possible.

"Hmm." Old Ma responded with a nod, temporarily hiding the worry on his face.

He said no more, turned around and walked towards the pile of goods, and began to select suitable burlap sacks for Zhu Yuan.

This afternoon, Zhu Yuan moved goods a total of fifty-three times.

On the thirty-ninth time, he clearly noticed the change in himself.

My legs seem stronger, and my shoulders and waist have become a bit more robust.

[You tied the sacks together and started transporting two sacks with the carrying pole. The pole was easy on your shoulders, and you completed the transport smoothly, gaining +0.6 professional experience.]

[Congratulations! Your profession level has been raised to Lv4. You have become a more experienced porter.]

[You tied the sacks together and started transporting two sacks with the carrying pole. The pole was easy on your shoulders, and you completed the transport very smoothly. Professional experience +0.3.]

[You tied the sacks together and started transporting two sacks with the carrying pole. The pole was easy on your shoulders, and you completed the transport smoothly, gaining +0.4 professional experience.]

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Occupation: Porter

Level: Lv4 (5/1600)

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Inside the small house, Zhu Yuan looked at the ancient books in his mind.

Now, he gains 0.4 experience points for each heavier load and 0.3 experience points for each lighter load he moves.

He did a rough calculation.

He makes about 52 trips a day, and it will take him about three months to upgrade his porter profession to the highest level.

Rest complete.

Zhu Yuan began practicing horse stance.

He held the position for a full half hour during his last session of the night.

"Zama has mastered the basics."

Zhu Yuan wiped away his sweat, looking very happy.

He estimated that he would be able to master the basics of Zama by tomorrow morning.

Zhu Yuan could only think that his early entry into the profession was related to the improvement of his porter's job level.

The changes brought about by the advancement in his professional level allowed him to get started with the basics without having to do the basic training once or twice. Although this change wasn't significant, it accumulated over time and saved a lot of time.

Beginner, minor success, major success, and perfection.

There are three more levels after the beginner level.

The next day, Zhu Yuan prepared twenty coins for Lao Ma, but Lao Ma refused to accept them. Lao Ma kept emphasizing that the situation he was experiencing was related to him.

Unable to persuade Old Ma, Zhu Yuan ultimately did not take back the twenty coins.

Cangzhou is located in the south of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and its autumn is not very cold.

As autumn was drawing to a close, Zhu Yuan felt a bit cold when he woke up in the morning.

"I should go get a blanket."

On the wooden board were his old clothes from the beginning, covered with straw; he had always made do with what he had.

It was getting a bit cold, and since he had some money on him, Zhu Yuan wanted to make himself more comfortable.

Today is the seventh day since the Wharf Water Moon Gang collected the peace money. Zha Ma's cultivation progress has reached six quarters of an hour. If he persists for another two quarters of an hour, Zha Ma will achieve minor success.

Should I buy a new or used quilt?

Of course it's old.

The new quilt is too expensive. If he buys it now, it will be difficult to pay the monthly fee for Dongyun Martial Arts School next month.

early morning.

Zhu Yuan, having finished breakfast, had already arrived at the secondhand clothing shop.

He had been to this secondhand clothing shop twice before, and the old man who ran it already had a vague memory of him.

"Young people grow up so fast." The old man at the secondhand clothing shop glanced at Zhu Yuan, then asked, "Would you like another pair of shorts and trousers?"

Because he had changed so much, the old man had asked him about it last time out of curiosity, and he said that he had gone to learn martial arts.

"No." Zhu Yuan shook his head. "This time I need a quilt. An old cotton quilt will do. It doesn't matter if it's a little torn."

The more worn out it is, the cheaper it is.

"it is good."

The old man stood up from behind the counter, walked to the corner, pulled out a rolled-up quilt from a pile of old goods, untied the straw rope, and shook it out.

The quilt cover was made of grayish-white coarse cloth with a palm-sized patch on it. The stitches were crooked, probably sewn by the previous owner. It was frayed in many places, and yellowed old cotton was showing through the holes.

Zhu Yuan reached out and touched the inside; some parts had already clumped together and were impossible to squeeze.

"How many?"

"This one costs 120 coins."

"OK."

Zhu Yuan knew the old man's personality; this was already a very reasonable price.

Without haggling, he took out a string of copper coins and added twenty cash.

After receiving the money, the old man rolled up the quilt, tied it with straw rope, and handed it over, thus completing the transaction.

Zhu Yuan had budgeted 150 coins for buying an old quilt, and he planned to use the 30 coins he saved to have something nice to eat today.