From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

Time flies.

The appointed time has arrived.

This morning, Zhu Yuan did not go to Dongyun Martial Arts School.

He was going to Zhao Dazhu's house to slaughter a pig.

After achieving minor success in basic stance training, horse stance training, and walking techniques, he also learned basic breathing methods. Now, he doesn't need to learn anything new in the short term, nor does he need anyone to guide him.

Now he will have more free time.

However, he still needs to go to Dongyun Martial Arts School at noon.

Because the martial arts school offers lunch.

This is all money.

"Zhu Yuan".

Zhao Tiezhu stood at the entrance of his butcher shop waiting for Zhu Yuan. When he saw Zhu Yuan appear, a happy smile immediately appeared on his face, and he waved vigorously.

"Tiezhu, aren't you going to the martial arts gym today?"

Zhu Yuan strode over and, seeing Zhao Tiezhu standing there, looked surprised and asked.

"Well, I thought about it last night and decided to help you slaughter the pig today. My dad agreed too." Zhao Tiezhu said, scratching the back of his head with a slightly embarrassed look on his face, but his eyes were full of seriousness.

Zhao Tiezhu couldn't help but recall yesterday.

His father, Zhao Dazhu, originally did not want him to kill pigs.

Perhaps influenced by Zhu Yuan's remarks at the dinner table the day before yesterday about "the situation not being peaceful" and "martial artists needing to be more prepared," Zhao Dazhu's attitude softened, and he felt that he could experience slaughtering pigs.

Of course, in Zhao Dazhu's view, killing pigs is one thing, but he can't become a butcher in the future.

As a martial artist, one should do better things, such as becoming a bodyguard in a wealthy family, where one can easily earn a lot of money each month.

"I see. Let's do it together then."

"By the way, Zhu Yuan, have you had breakfast yet?" Zhao Tiezhu asked with concern, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"Of course I ate it."

As Zhu Yuan spoke, he deliberately raised his hand to pat his slightly bulging belly, a relaxed smile on his face.

He already ate at Tiezhu's house the day before yesterday; there's no reason for him to keep freeloading like this.

Zhu Yuan followed Zhao Tiezhu to the backyard of the butcher shop.

It's different from when I came here the night before last.

The fire in the stove was burning brightly, making the water in the big pot bubble and steam, with white steam rising and rolling.

Zhao Tiezhu squatted at the entrance of the pigsty and peeked inside.

"This pig is a little small today."

Zhu Yuan didn't speak, but stood quietly behind Zhao Tiezhu, watching. His gaze calmly swept over the pig that was walking restlessly in the pigpen, then looked at the boiling pot of water and the knife that was gleaming coldly on the cutting board, as if he was adjusting his mindset.

Not long after, he saw Zhao Dazhu walking out of the side room wearing that greasy apron, holding a sturdy hemp rope in his hand.

"father."

"Uncle Zhao."

"Um."

Zhao Dazhu nodded to them, his face expressionless. He then replied to Zhao Tiezhu, clearly having heard what Zhao Tiezhu had just said.

"I made sure it was small," he said, wrapping the rope around his hand twice. "Otherwise, it would be too much trouble for the three of us to handle."

"Tiezhu, come with me," Zhao Dazhu called out, and led the way to the pigsty.

"Yes, Father."

Zhao Tiezhu immediately stood up and quickly followed.

The wooden door to the pigsty creaked open, and Zhao Dazhu and Zhao Tiezhu went in one after the other.

Soon after, the pig began to squeal in agony, its voice sharp and shrill, as if someone were stabbing its throat with a knife.

Zhao Tiezhu reacted quickly, grabbing one pig's ear while Zhao Dazhu grabbed the other. Together, they tried to drag the pig out.

The pig frantically pawed at the muddy ground with its hooves, digging four deep furrows, its whole body struggling backward like a heavy sack that refused to move.

But the two of them were stronger, and dragging it along, it was slowly pulled out of the pigpen. Its four hooves slid helplessly on the muddy ground, and its howls grew sharper and sharper, so sharp that even Zhu Yuan, who was standing a few steps away, felt his eardrums throbbing.

The pig was half-dragged and half-lifted as it was pressed onto the large wooden chopping board.

The howling instantly became even more ferocious, and its four hooves kicked and thrashed wildly, making the cutting board bang loudly.

Zhao Tiezhu used all his strength to press down on the pig's hind legs, putting his entire weight on it.

Zhao Dazhu used one of his strong arms to firmly hold down the pig's head, while his other hand steadily controlled the pig's front half. No matter how the pig struggled, it could not break free.

Zhu Yuan stood about three steps away, watching all of this.

At this moment, Zhao Dazhu freed one hand and picked up the foot-long sharp knife that Zhu Yuan had tested the day before yesterday from beside the chopping board.

He didn't hand it to Zhu Yuan immediately, but instead steadily controlled the pig while turning to look at Zhu Yuan.

"Zhu Yuan, are you ready?"

"Of course, Uncle Zhao."

Zhu Yuan took a deep breath, stepped forward, and solemnly took the knife from Zhao Dazhu's hand.

I gripped the hilt tightly, my knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

The pig continued to struggle violently on the cutting board, but its squeals became intermittent as it was held down tightly.

Zhu Yuan gripped the knife and stood beside the pig's head.

A strong stench of blood and the distinctive smell of livestock assaulted his senses, but he did not retreat; instead, he kept his eyes fixed on the location indicated by Zhao Dazhu.

Zhao Dazhu used his free hand to point to a specific spot at the base of the pig's neck: "Right here, two inches deep, shove it in diagonally downwards, quickly and accurately."

Zhu Yuan pressed the tip of the knife against the pig's neck.

He felt very strange at that moment.

If the person in front of him is hostile, he feels justified in attacking them; but if he's just a pig meant for food, it feels rather strange.

He couldn't explain this strange feeling.

Maybe you'll get used to it.

"Let's begin."

"it is good."

Zhu Yuan responded, his eyes narrowing as he cleared his mind of any distracting thoughts.

The pigskin was hard; when the tip of the knife pressed against it, it only made a small indentation, but it didn't break.

Then, Zhu Yuanxin hardened his heart, exerted force with his wrist, straightened his back slightly, and used the force of leaning forward to push the tip of the knife forward sharply. Then, he slashed his wrist downward, the movement clean and neat.

Warm blood gushed from the cut, flowing down the blade and splattering onto his hand and wrist where he held the knife.

The pig's squeal turned into a long sigh, its body tensed up suddenly, its four hooves straightened, and then it went limp again, like a sack that had been unloaded.

"pretty!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Dazhu's face revealed undisguised admiration. He released his hand from the pig's head, gave Zhu Yuan a thumbs-up, and spoke in a loud voice.

"Zhu Yuan, you were born to be a pig butcher!"

"In our line of work, the key to slaughtering pigs is to kill them as soon as possible, so they suffer less. Your cut was precise and clean!"

At this point, Zhao Dazhu seemed to remember something, and changed the subject, patting Zhu Yuan on the shoulder.

"Haha, I'm praising you, but don't actually become a butcher in the future. This is just a job for you before you become a martial artist, to toughen up, see blood, and make some money on the side."

"A martial artist should have a future as a martial artist."

Zhu Yuan gripped the knife and nodded.

As he stood in front of the cutting board, he felt a warmth in his hands, and then he closed his eyes.

He knew he had successfully secured a third job.

The ancient books in my mind turned to their third page.

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Occupation: Butcher

Level: Lv1 (0/500)

Feature 1: Butcher's Hand (White)

Feature 2: Unlocked at Lv3 (White)

Feature 3: Unlocked at Lv5 (Blue)

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Butcher's Hand (White): [As a butcher, your arms are much stronger than a normal person's, and you can unleash greater power when wielding a knife.]