From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

The next day.

noon.

The old beggar came to see Zhu Yuan.

Zhu Yuan was eating a white steamed bun.

He ate the two remaining pancakes last night and didn't go back to the old woman who sold the pancakes to buy more.

Now, he eats at least one white steamed bun with every meal.

"Here you go, Mr. Liu. It's still warm."

Zhu Yuan tossed a white steamed bun to the old beggar, who accepted it without hesitation this time. He sat down against the wall and slowly took a bite.

"It seems you've had a good harvest, Zhu Yuan."

"Thanks to the experience you shared, Mr. Liu."

As Zhu Yuan spoke, he pulled out a small handful of coins from under his buttocks.

There are forty-five coins here, which he intended to deposit with the old beggar today.

Adding yesterday's fifteen coins, there are now a total of sixty coins.

The old beggar took the small handful of coins and looked at Zhu Yuan in surprise, as if trying to find something on his face.

"How much did you beg for this morning?"

"Hehe, exactly thirty coins." Zhu Yuan held up three fingers. He had been quite lucky this morning, encountering two compassionate people who gave him a total of thirteen coins.

Because of his second professional trait, he no longer targets people who lack compassion when begging.

His first impression of this type of person is:

Stay away from him.

Zhu Yuan didn't verify whether this feeling was 100% accurate, nor did he want to.

His second professional characteristic is only white, and since many people give him this feeling, Zhu Yuan judged that there was probably a misjudgment, but it didn't matter.

"You really have a talent for being a beggar," the old beggar said with a smile.

He was happy for Zhu Yuan.

If things continue like this, Zhu Yuan might be able to obtain household registration in Qingyang County in two months.

"I think so too." Zhu Yuan scratched his head and grinned sheepishly.

After the two finished their steamed buns, the old beggar began to teach Zhu Yuan to read.

The old beggar pulled out a small twig from somewhere and tapped it on the broken bowl next to him, which still contained a small amount of water.

"This is the 'wen' in 'wen qian' (文钱)."

"This is money in coins."

The old beggar struggled to write two characters, then wrote another character before those two.

"This is the character '一' (yī), which together means 'one coin'."

Because of his prior knowledge, Zhu Yuan learned very quickly.

He took the twig and wrote the words, which were crooked and uneven, but at least they could be considered a single character.

Half an hour later.

In the old beggar's eyes, Zhu Yuan was a treasure.

"Did you used to peek into the private school through the window to watch students study?"

"No." Zhu Yuan shook his head; the little beggar didn't remember it either.

"Then you are truly a genius. It's a pity your parents didn't send you to a private school." The old beggar looked at Zhu Yuan with his head down and thought he wanted something, which brought back bad memories.

He doesn't like to pry into other people's past, nor does he like others to pry into his.

Let bygones be bygones.

At that moment, the old beggar realized he had said the wrong thing and shouldn't have mentioned his parents in front of Zhu Yuan. He quickly asked Zhu Yuan a question to divert his attention.

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

"I'm thirteen this year," Zhu Yuan replied after a moment's thought.

"With your talent, it's not too late to start learning now."

"Old Liu, do you know what the best age is to start learning martial arts?"

"You still want to learn martial arts? It seems your ambition is quite lofty. But first, you need to learn to read. Otherwise, even if I show you the martial arts manuals, you won't understand them." The old beggar didn't want Zhu Yuan to be too ambitious and wanted him to focus on the present. He then gave Zhu Yuan his answer: "From what I understand, some children from wealthy families start learning martial arts and building a foundation as early as eight or nine years old."

……

Time flies.

Seven days later.

In the past seven days, Zhu Yuan has learned all the characters the old beggar knew, relying on his basic knowledge.

Most of these characters are basic and frequently used in daily life.

If he wants to continue learning to read, he should find that beggar-scholar.

These days, Zhu Yuan's highest daily begging amount was 68 coins, and his lowest was 35 coins.

On the shortest day, he didn't encounter a single compassionate person.

The begging this morning was only halfway through.

A strange sensation came over Zhu Yuan. Without any new knowledge being added to his mind, he felt that his eyes seemed to be brighter.

Without a doubt, his beggar profession level has been upgraded once again.

……

[You begged, feigning illness, and [the person giving you a coin in hopes of your speedy recovery] gave you +1 to your professional experience.]

[Congratulations! Your profession level has been raised to Lv4. You now know better how to be a beggar.]

[You begged and looked very distressed. Seeing your suffering, [Name] gave you a coin, earning you +0.5 job experience.]

……

During his lunch break, Zhu Yuan looked at the records of his begging in the ancient books.

After upgrading his profession level to level four, it became more difficult to gain experience. Just as he had guessed, upgrading a beggar profession from level four to level five required 800 experience points.

Now you need to beg for two coins to gain one experience point, and eight hundred experience points will require one thousand six hundred coins.

Compared to when he was at level three, Zhu Yuan, now at level four, has a success rate of nearly 90% when begging.

"Level five is the highest level. There are no levels that are harder to gain than level four," Zhu Yuan thought to himself.

The ancient book in his mind closed, and then Zhu Yuan took out a white steamed bun and a vegetable bun.

This noon, he will start to gradually improve his meals.

This is a purely vegetarian vegetable bun, costing two coins each, and it also provides some salt. If it were a vegetable bun with pork cracklings, which would have a bit more oil, it would cost three coins.

The first large meat bun he ate cost twelve coins.

Compared to when he first transmigrated, his physical condition is much better now, and he looks healthier. However, under the guise of an old beggar professor, his face is covered in dirt, making him look sickly.

Eat the white steamed buns first, then eat the vegetable buns.

The vegetable buns have a whiter skin than white steamed buns, and the pleats are neatly pinched. There is a small crack at the center, revealing the green and crumbly filling inside.

Zhu Yuan couldn't help but swallow.

I ate a quarter of it in one bite.

The vegetables in the steamed buns are salty, but not overly salty; they have a light saltiness that brings out the flavor of the vegetables. The leaves are chopped finely, but you can still taste that they are vegetables, with a hint of sweetness.

He swallowed the food and then stood there, stunned.

"tasty!"

He ate the meat buns he had transmigrated into without tasting them at all, because he ate them too fast.

He took another bite of the vegetable bun, this time a smaller one.

After swallowing the first bite, thinking that this would be the configuration for the future, Zhu Yuan quickly finished the entire vegetable bun.

Previously, his daily food ration was three coins, but from now on it will be at least five coins, and he will get at least one more vegetable bun every noon.

Zhu Yuan planned to increase his daily ration to at least seven coins after he had saved up seven hundred coins.