From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

"Zhu Yuan".

On the path in the outer courtyard, when Butler Han saw that no one was around, he stopped and turned around to face Zhu Yuan.

"Please speak, Steward Han." Zhu Yuan stopped immediately upon seeing this.

"What just happened was an accident," Butler Han explained, his gaze fixed on Zhu Yuan. "I have some conflicts with Butler Jiang, but under normal circumstances, he is the steward of the manor and would not easily lay a hand on a porter who is just a helper."

"He's probably in a bad mood today, or he's using this as an excuse to cause trouble."

"Understood, Butler Han." Zhu Yuan nodded.

He was unaware of other circumstances, but he knew all too well that her mood had soured.

His presence does indeed worsen the mood of such people.

It's normal to feel bad when you see things you dislike.

If this feeling is unbearable, then people like Manager Jiang are just like that.

Those who can endure should be even more careful.

"This is three qian of silver, as compensation for you," said Steward Han, taking out a small cloth bag from his sleeve. Inside were three small silver beans, each weighing about one qian.

"Manager Han, I dodged in time and wasn't injured. You don't need to do this," Zhu Yuan said, shaking his head as he looked at the three silver beans.

If he hadn't known the nature of his profession, he might have accepted it directly.

Manager Han compensated him, thinking it must have been entirely his fault.

"You must accept this compensation." Butler Han's tone was firm as he handed the cloth bag forward. "Otherwise, how am I supposed to face you when you come to work as a guard in our Situ family? This compensation is the rule."

At this point, he seemed to feel that his reasons were not sufficient, and added another sentence.

"Besides, you're currently a registered disciple at Dongyun Martial Arts School, and you have to pay your monthly fees, which is exactly when you need money."

"...Alright, then thank you very much, Steward Han." Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuan's face showed a thoughtful expression. After a slight hesitation, he did not refuse again and reached out to take the small cloth bag.

Money was indeed important to him; three qian of silver, according to the current market price, could be exchanged for at least three hundred and ten copper coins.

"That's right."

When Butler Han saw that Zhu Yuan had accepted the gift, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he nodded.

From the conversation between Zhu Yuan and Situ Susu just now, he already knew that Zhu Yuan did not even have a household registration in Qingyang County before he became a porter.

The two continued walking along the road in the outer courtyard.

As Butler Han walked, he seemed to remember something and turned his head to ask:

"By the way, Zhu Yuan, how old are you now?"

He sized up Zhu Yuan's figure. Although the young man was already quite capable, his face still had a touch of childishness.

"Thirteen years old," Zhu Yuan replied, adjusting his pace slightly to follow beside Butler Han.

"How much is the difference of fourteen years?" Butler Han asked again, as if he were calculating something.

"More than three months." Zhu Yuan thought for a moment and gave a precise answer.

Both the little beggar and he himself share the same birthday, which is the fourth day of the second lunar month.

"Hmm." Upon hearing this, Butler Han's face showed a thoughtful expression, which then turned to affirmation, "Thirteen years old, and in a little over three months he will be fourteen... Hmm, at this age, his physique is not yet fully developed, so it's not too late to start learning martial arts."

Return to the side gate of the Situ family's residence.

With the help of housekeeper Han, their move went smoothly in the afternoon.

Zhu Yuan did the most of the moving work.

He needs to accumulate more professional experience as a porter.

At the end.

Zhu Yuan glanced at the experience the porters had gained that day.

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Occupation: Porter

Level: Lv4 (812/1600)

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My experience points increased by a full thirty-two, which is excellent.

With less than half the experience remaining, his porter profession will reach the maximum level.

If you can gain this much experience every day, you can reach the highest level of the porter profession in about twenty days.

When it's time to pay the bill.

Manager Han personally came to the side gate and handed Huang Lin a heavy money bag containing eight neat strings of copper coins, totaling eight hundred coins.

He gave Huang Lin a few brief instructions, then nodded slightly to Zhu Yuan as a greeting, before turning around and signaling the servants to close the side door.

As agreed beforehand, the eight hundred coins would be exactly one hundred coins per person.

However, Huang Lin did not do this when distributing the money.

In front of everyone, he opened his money bag, took out eight strings of coins, and began counting them one by one.

He first counted out twenty coins, then took out ten coins from each of the other six strings of coins, and then put these coins together with the remaining complete string of coins and handed them to Zhu Yuan.

"Zhu Yuan, these remaining 190 coins are all yours."

Huang Lin steadily handed the 190 coins to Zhu Yuan, a smile on his face that left no room for refusal.

"Uncle Huang, this is not what we agreed on beforehand."

Zhu Yuan didn't go to pick it up immediately. Instead, he looked at Huang Lin and then at the others, his brows furrowed slightly, his tone firm.

"When you left with Manager Han, we had already discussed it," Huang Lin said confidently, his gaze sweeping over the other six people. "You did the most work today, more than all of us combined. The work you did was absolutely worth this amount, so it's only right that you get an extra ninety coins."

"Yes, Zhu Yuan." Song Chenguang, who was standing next to him, stepped forward, patted Zhu Yuan on the shoulder, and chimed in with a hearty smile, "It's only ten coins, we all think it's worth it! You've been running around all day and helped us a lot, so don't refuse, just accept it."

"Yes, it's only ten coins less, but it makes our work much more comfortable and easier," another porter chimed in, his face showing genuine agreement.

Zhu Yuan did a lot today, as everyone can see.

"I got eighty coins from you, Uncle Huang, because I was in your group and had the easiest job today. These twenty coins are a nice bonus." Huang Lin pointed to the eighty coins in front of him, a mocking yet self-righteous expression on his face.

Faced with the crowd's words of advice, all emphasizing Zhu Yuan's hardships and struggles that day, they urged him not to be polite.

Zhu Yuan's gaze slowly swept across everyone's faces, seeing the genuine sincerity in their eyes that was not just politeness.

He remained silent for a moment, his tense expression gradually easing, and finally he let out a soft sigh.

"All right."

He reached out and solemnly took the 190 coins from Huang Lin's hand. Then he raised his head, looked at Huang Lin seriously, and said in a solemn tone.

"I'll accept this time, thank you all, uncles. But, Uncle Huang, if you divide things like this again next time, please don't call me for work in the future."

"I know everyone is struggling, and things absolutely can't go on like this."

Not counting the cost of food, his assets increased by a full five hundred coins today.

This represents a significant increase in his assets.

"Okay, okay, fine!" Huang Lin's smile widened as he saw Zhu Yuan accept the gift, and he nodded repeatedly.

"We agree!"

The others laughed and agreed, instantly lightening the atmosphere.

The eight men chatted and laughed as they left the side gate of the Situ Mansion with their wages, gradually leaving the core area of ​​Qingyang County.