From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

The butcher profession is clearly not on the same level as the porter profession.

Whether it's the experience required to level up or the text color of traits one through three.

The Butcher's third class trait unlocks blue traits.

Zhu Yuan currently has six job traits: one gray, five white, and three job traits that have not yet been unlocked.

The Butcher profession is unlocked after killing a pig.

Zhu Yuan knew this was related to the extreme approval Zhao Dazhu, a professional butcher, had for him.

If his performance in slaughtering pigs isn't impressive enough, he might have to do it a few more times to unlock it.

If the porter profession is leveled up to the maximum level, and then the butcher profession is unlocked, even if his first performance is mediocre, as long as he can kill the pig, he will most likely be able to unlock the butcher profession.

To be honest, the third feature of the Butcher class is making him a little itchy.

Because that's a characteristic of blue!

The white-colored profession characteristics are already very strong, I wonder what the blue-colored profession characteristics will be like?

Seeing Zhu Yuan concentrating with his eyes closed, Zhao Dazhu didn't disturb him further.

He simply stood quietly to the side, knowing that Zhu Yuan was probably processing and processing what he had just experienced.

Zhao Tiezhu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to Zhu Yuan, but with a gentle shake of his head and a look from his father Zhao Dazhu, he swallowed his words.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhao."

A moment later, Zhu Yuan opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly. He immediately clasped his hands in thanks to Zhao Dazhu.

If it weren't for Zhao Dazhu's extreme approval of him, it would have taken him much longer to unlock the Butcher profession.

Zhu Yuan knew that Zhao Dazhu's approval was also influenced by personal connections.

If it were just the approval of a stranger by the roadside, it would be quite difficult for him to become a butcher after just one pig slaughter, especially while working part-time as a porter.

"Why are you thanking me?"

Zhao Dazhu waved his hand, seemingly confused, but then, realizing what Zhu Yuan might be referring to, he nodded and smiled.

"It's just a chance to slaughter a pig, nothing to worry about."

If he were a normal helper, Zhao Dazhu would definitely not have given him the opportunity to slaughter a pig right away.

It's not too late to start butchering the pigs after you've mastered the basic tasks of cleaning and assisting others.

This is both a rule and a way of being responsible to beginners.

"Wipe your hands." Zhao Dazhu grabbed a half-damp rag from the side and handed it to Zhu Yuan.

Zhu Yuan took the cloth and began to wipe the bloodstains from his hands, which had cooled and become sticky.

The blood was hard to wipe off; no matter how I wiped, it didn't feel clean. Dark red marks were deeply embedded in the crevices of my fingernails. It seemed that I would have to use water to wash it off.

I took a short rest.

Zhao Dazhu had already stepped aside and was preparing for the next step of the work.

He scooped up the boiling water and poured it over the pig with a splash, instantly creating steaming hot water and a cloud of white mist.

The originally strong smell of blood in the air immediately mixed with the burnt smell of the scalded pig bristles, making it even more pungent.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Yuan quickly put down the cloth and hurried over.

Now that he has become a butcher, these subsequent processes are all ways for him to gain professional experience, and he cannot miss them.

"You and Tiezhu can shave together," Zhao Dazhu instructed Zhu Yuan as he approached, naturally including him in the upcoming tasks.

"Okay, Uncle Zhao."

Zhu Yuan responded, glancing at Zhao Tiezhu beside him. The two exchanged a glance, both ready to get to work.

As Zhao Dazhu spoke, he picked up a thin iron shovel, found a spot on the pig's hind leg, and with a strong push of his wrist, steadily stabbed it in all the way to near the ear.

Then, he bent down, took a deep breath, put his mouth to the exposed end of the iron shovel, puffed out his cheeks, his face turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly as he began to blow air into it.

As he blew air into the pig, its body visibly swelled up, the soft flesh gradually becoming taut, and the whole pig looked like an inflated balloon, its size seemingly increasing.

After blowing the air out, Zhao Dazhu quickly and skillfully tied the opening of the pig's leg with hemp rope to prevent air leakage.

At this moment, Zhu Yuan and Zhao Tiezhu had each picked up a scraper with a wooden handle and stood on either side of the pig.

The two exchanged a glance and then began to work in perfect unison.

The blade of the scraper was pressed against the hot, wet pigskin, and with force, the stiff black pig hairs fell off one by one, revealing the gradually whitening pigskin underneath.

The heat, mixed with the smell of hair and sebum, kept rising up. The two of them were focused on their work, and their movements gradually became more skilled.

The ancient books in his mind gave him a truly magical professional characteristic.

Before his hands were enhanced, he didn't feel any disharmony, and now that his hands have been enhanced, it's still the same.

It seems that his body had fully adapted after he acquired the professional characteristics.

Despite both being white-themed, the porter and butcher professions have different focuses.

Simply put, the porter profession focuses more on increasing stamina, while the butcher profession focuses more on increasing strength.

According to the description of the Butcher's first profession trait, his strength will be further enhanced when he wields the knife.

When the pig bristles have been mostly removed.

Zhao Dazhu laid the pig flat again, threaded an iron hook through its hind legs, and with a strong pull, hung the entire pig steadily on the row of iron hooks at the base of the wall. The pig's body was suspended in the air, swaying slightly.

He stood in front of the pig's belly, picked up the sharp knife, placed the tip against the center of the pig's belly, and with a flick of his wrist, steadily slashed downwards.

With a soft hissing sound, the white fat was flipped open to the sides by the blade, revealing the steaming pink viscera inside.

Zhao Dazhu's hand was extremely steady, the knife went straight down the center line without deviating at all, his movements were so skillful as if he had practiced it a thousand times.

Zhu Yuan watched intently from the side. He stood up, walked to the side with the pig's head hanging, and his gaze moved between the pig's head and Zhao Dazhu's smooth movements.

"Uncle Zhao." Zhu Yuan watched for a while, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation. He stepped forward, his tone expectant, "Um... after you gut it, can I try processing the meat?"

"Of course, come on."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dazhu stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at Zhu Yuan, and gave him an encouraging smile.

Without hesitation, he turned the dagger in his hand, still stained with warm blood and grease, and handed the hilt to Zhu Yuan.

"Give it a try, do it the way I just did, be careful."

Zhu Yuan took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and solemnly took the knife from Zhao Dazhu's hands.

The familiar smooth feel of the hilt returned as I gripped it, and at the same time, a clear and steady sense of power spread from my palm.

This is the effect of the Butcher's class characteristic one.

He gripped the knife tightly and stood to the side of the hanging pig's body.

Zhao Dazhu walked to his side and pointed to several key joints and bone seams on the pig's body with his finger.

"Start cutting here, close to the bone, don't chop hard, use a skillful approach."