From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

For every penny begged, the experience gained becomes a single point.

Fortunately, as long as you go begging, you can gain some experience points as long as the other party does not have any intention to attack you.

As long as this doesn't change, gaining experience is relatively easy.

"Increasing your job level will make it harder to gain experience. When I level up again, this easiest way to gain experience might disappear. Also, the experience required will increase with each level increase. This time it required two hundred experience points, I wonder if next time it will require three hundred or four hundred experience points..."

Zhu Yuan was thinking about the changes in his professional level.

The increase in level brings an increase in difficulty, which he considers quite normal.

After the beggar's profession level was upgraded from level one to level two, his efficiency in obtaining coins also increased, which can be considered as improving his efficiency in gaining experience.

Efficiency increased less, but difficulty increased more, so overall it's still more difficult.

"So you were here."

A familiar, aged voice reached his ears, and Zhu Yuan opened his eyes.

The old beggar limped over from his right.

"It's you, Mr. Liu! Thank you so much for what happened yesterday."

"It was nothing," the old beggar shook his head. "It was that guy surnamed Zhao who broke the rules. Our boss hates beggars who break the rules the most."

"Thank you for your help anyway."

As he spoke, Zhu Yuan took out a pancake from his pocket.

He ate three of the five pancakes, and now there are two left.

"Has Old Liu eaten yet?"

"You can keep this." The old beggar sat down and took out a white steamed bun from his pocket. "I can't bite into this lump... Hmm, this one is softer."

The fact that the old beggar still has a relatively rosy complexion after being a beggar for so long shows that he knows how to be a beggar.

Zhu Yuan glanced at the one-coin white steamed bun in his hand and then put away his own flatbread.

In the little beggar's memory, the old beggar had never come near him.

Based on yesterday's events, Zhu Yuan became even more certain that this was due to one of his professional characteristics.

"Mr. Liu, may I ask you a question?" After thinking for a moment, Zhu Yuan spoke up.

"Ask away," the old beggar answered without hesitation.

"Were there any other migrants like me who obtained household registration in Qingyang County from scratch?"

This is a question that Zhu Yuan needs to clarify; it's really important to him.

According to the little beggar's memory, this situation did occur, but it was Zhang Cheng himself who mentioned it.

The little beggar did not see it with his own eyes.

Zhu Yuan considered Zhang Cheng's personality; he believed that such a thing was about 70% true.

Upon hearing this, the old beggar turned to look at Zhu Yuan beside him, then looked away and took another bite of his white steamed bun.

After swallowing the white steamed bun, he answered, "Yes, I've seen it."

With the old beggar's words, Zhu Yuan felt even more at ease.

"Once you become an elite beggar, you can report any extra coins you beg to the leader. Steward Zhou will keep a record. Once you have accumulated enough to reach 1,000 coins, the leader will help you obtain a household registration in Qingyang County."

The Steward Zhou mentioned by the old beggar was the beggar scholar.

Because Zhang Cheng, the head of the beggars, was in charge of them, everyone called this beggar scholar surnamed Zhou "Manager Zhou".

"Can I release him before I become an elite beggar?" Zhu Yuan asked.

He suddenly realized that it was fine if he didn't have much money on him, but if he had a lot of money, he really wouldn't know where to put it.

"There's no such rule for now." The old beggar shook his head, then continued, "Who would think about household registration before becoming an elite beggar? Even getting enough to eat is a problem."

"Me?" Zhu Yuan pointed to himself, then suddenly realized that perhaps the old beggar could help him solve this problem. "Old Liu, can I leave my coins with you?"

"Leave it with me..."

The old beggar stopped taking a bite of his white steamed bun and looked at the thin Zhu Yuan with surprise, meeting his sincere gaze.

"You trust me that much?"

"Mmm-hmm." Zhu Yuan nodded repeatedly. "You're a good person."

"You silly child," the old beggar shook his head, as if recalling something, "Good people...it's even harder to find good people in this world..."

Zhu Yuan could tell at a glance that the old beggar had a story.

The old beggar was a compassionate person. He may have done many wrong things in the past because of his compassion, so he was better able to restrain his compassion.

There's a saying that goes like this.

Your sympathy is worthless to those who don't know gratitude.

If it weren't for the effect of the first professional trait, the old beggar definitely wouldn't have spoken up for him yesterday; at least he would have been able to completely restrain his sympathy.

"Your name is Zhu Yuan, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Liu."

"Many people in this world are not trustworthy, you must put away your naivety," the old beggar began to instruct Zhu Yuan.

"I'm not naive; I trust my feelings."

"Trust your feelings..." The old beggar looked into Zhu Yuan's innocent eyes, "Isn't that just naivety?"

Are you rejecting me...?

Before Zhu Yuan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the old beggar.

"No! You can leave your money with me, I'll keep it for you." The old beggar revealed his yellow teeth, "because I'm trustworthy."

The old beggar wanted to educate Zhu Yuan and pass on some experience so that he could avoid some detours in the future.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Yuan expressed his gratitude.

"How much money do you have right now? Why are you thinking about getting a household registration in Qingyang County?"

"I still have nineteen coins." Zhu Yuan said, taking out nineteen coins and handing fifteen coins to the old beggar, "I'll keep fifteen coins for you, Old Liu."

"You're not stupid, kid." The old beggar nodded, quite satisfied with Zhu Yuan's decision, "You didn't leave all your coins with me first."

"I'm very smart," Zhu Yuan said, pointing to himself with feigned pride.

"Can you read?"

The old beggar, as if struck by a thought, suddenly asked this question.

Zhu Yuan shook his head.

The little beggar couldn't read, and so could he.

Some of the characters in this world are very similar to those in ancient times. If he were to learn them, he should be able to learn them very quickly.

Zhu Yuan's plan was to first obtain a household registration in Qingyang County, and then begin learning to read.

"I will teach you some simple characters later. If you want to know more characters, you can find Manager Zhou and give him two coins every day so that he can spend some time teaching you to read."

In a typical private school, a month's tuition would cost around fifty coins, and a teacher could typically teach ten to twenty students.

"Old Liu, from now on, I'll give you two characters every day to learn to read."

"I don't need it. If you really want to repay me, wait until you've made something of yourself in the future," the old beggar smiled.

"OK."

Zhu Yuan noted it down.

The old beggar seemed increasingly satisfied with Zhu Yuan's appearance.

He finished the remaining white steamed bun in his hand, and then suddenly asked a question out of the blue.

"Zhu Yuan, do you cry when you beg?"

"ah."

Zhu Yuan was taken aback, then shook his head.