From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

Chapter 64 Encounter with Situ Susu

The negotiation went much more smoothly than Zhu Yuan had expected; he only said a few words and the other party agreed.

Could it be that I haven't managed to negotiate his bottom price yet?

It seems we haven't obtained enough information.

Zhu Yuan thought to himself for a moment.

However, even though there may not be a bottom price, it shouldn't be too far off.

Zhu Yuan didn't dwell on this too much. He promised to take care of Manager Wang's business, and he would definitely do so, although the time he would take care of him might not be as long as that of a full-time peddler.

"The needle pouch is sixty coins, the rouge is three hundred and sixty coins, and the candy pouch is forty coins, for a total of four hundred and sixty coins." Zhu Yuan quickly calculated in his mind and quoted the total price.

"Okay, that's right." Manager Wang nodded and gestured to the shop assistant next to him to start preparing the goods.

Zhu Yuan took out his money pouch from his pocket, carefully counted out four hundred and sixty copper coins, and placed them on the counter.

Manager Wang checked everything and found nothing wrong. The shop assistant then handed the wrapped needles and thread, rouge box, and candy packet to Zhu Yuan.

The transaction was completed. Zhu Yuan nodded slightly to Manager Wang and the broker, then picked up the somewhat heavy load of goods and steadily walked out of the shop, blending into the bustling crowd of the market.

Besides needle pouches, rouge, and candy pouches, we also stock some other goods.

When Zhu Yuan came out of the market, he was short 788 coins.

His current investment is 878 cash. If he gets a new cargo carrier, it will cost more than 900 cash.

After setting down the basket, Zhu Yuan inspected the goods. The sewing kit was placed in the left basket, the rouge and face powder wrapped in a small cloth bag in the middle, and the candy and rattle drum on the right.

Compared to the burlap sacks carried by porters, the old carrying pole felt much lighter on my shoulders.

He could utilize all the characteristics of the porter's profession, which made him more competitive.

In the same amount of time, he can go to more places and sell more products accordingly.

"Needle and thread—rouge—candy—"

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The hawking began, with vendors calling out as they walked.

His voice was loud and steady.

Not long after.

A woman was walking by with a child in her hand. Upon seeing this, Zhu Yuan immediately hurried over to help her avoid walking too much.

The child pointed to the rattle drum, and the woman asked, "How much is this?"

"Six characters."

The woman hesitated for a moment, then took out six coins and handed them over.

Zhu Yuan took the money and handed the rattle drum to the child.

The child shook it, making a thumping sound, and then grinned.

A morning has passed.

Two thread pouches were sold, five needles were sold, no rouge or face powder was sold, ten candies were sold (which is one bag), and two rattles were sold.

A total of eighty-seven coins were sold.

After deducting costs, the net profit was exactly fifty coins.

A net income of fifty coins in one morning is already a very good income for an ordinary peddler.

It's the same for Zhu Yuan, I suppose.

He could earn fifty-five coins by helping Zhao Dazhu slaughter pigs, and it took him less than half the time he does now.

"As expected, the profession hasn't been unlocked yet."

After putting the things back home, Zhu Yuan couldn't help but think to himself.

This was entirely within his expectations.

The Butcher profession can be unlocked quickly mainly because of the approval of veteran Butcher Zhao Dazhu.

Zhu Yuan will have lunch at Dongyun Martial Arts School at noon, and then practice martial arts in the afternoon and evening.

Time flies.

Seven days later.

In the morning, at the small training ground of Dongyun Martial Arts School.

This time, with the help of basic breathing techniques, Zhu Yuan practiced basic stance training for a full two hours straight.

This means that his basic stance training has been greatly mastered!

"It's a great success."

Zhu Yuan slowly finished his practice and exhaled a long breath of warm white air.

He then straightened up, a faint joy on his face. Next, as long as he mastered the stance and walking techniques, he could learn basic swordsmanship.

He estimated that both of them would be fully accomplished in ten days at most.

It can be completed before the end of December!

If the porter's third characteristic is not unlocked, it will take another ten days or so until the end of the year before he can master the basic stance training, horse stance, and walking techniques.

"Zhu Yuan, you have mastered the basic stance training."

A voice came from the side. Zhu Yuan turned his head and saw that Zhao Tiezhu had also stopped practicing his horse stance and was looking at him with an admiring expression.

"That's right." Zhu Yuan nodded.

"Your cultivation is progressing really fast." Zhao Tiezhu walked over, scratched the back of his head, and said with a hint of helplessness about his own progress, "I'm still a quarter of an hour away from mastering the basic stance training."

"A quarter of an hour isn't far off," Zhu Yuan said, patting Zhao Tiezhu's strong arm with sincere encouragement.

"I train at the martial arts gym for so long every day, and you still have to go out and earn money every day—" Zhao Tiezhu shook his head, a little embarrassed, "I feel a bit ashamed."

"Tiezhu, you can't say that," Zhu Yuan said, looking at him. "Cultivation isn't something you can achieve quickly by working yourself to the bone. Without the aid of high-quality medicine to help you recover, we can only cultivate in moderation."

"You don't actually spend much more time training at the martial arts gym than I do. I make up for the time I missed during the day when I go home at night."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tiezhu thought about it carefully and then nodded vigorously.

As Senior Brother Zhou Ping did say, cultivation should be done in moderation; excessive cultivation can harm the body.

If he were to cultivate relentlessly at night, that would be excessive, unless his father was wealthy enough to buy him the best medicine to recuperate and recover.

"It's a good thing you cultivate so fast, otherwise I'd be a little jealous." Zhao Tiezhu looked at Zhu Yuan and said frankly, with a sincere smile on his face, not hiding his true thoughts at all.

Zhu Yuan smiled upon hearing this, for he could sense the sincerity in Zhao Tiezhu's words.

"It's about time." Zhu Yuan looked up at the sky, then rubbed his slightly empty stomach. "Let's go get lunch."

"Mmm," Zhao Tiezhu responded loudly, his stomach rumbling in agreement.

As Zhu Yuan walked away from Zhao Tiezhu, he thought about his afternoon peddler business and his evening cultivation plans.

I practiced horse stance during my evening meditation.

I'll work as a peddler in the afternoon, hoping to get a job as a peddler as soon as possible.

He sold goods four times in the first seven days, and today is the fifth time.

I don't know how long it will take before I can become a peddler.

Qingyun Street.

This is one of the more bustling streets in Qingyang County.

When Zhu Yuan was halfway through selling his goods in the afternoon, while carrying his load and keeping an eye on passersby, he suddenly caught a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Situ Susu, the second young lady of the Situ family.

She was dressed in an elegant light blue dress, with a fur-trimmed cloak over it to ward off the winter chill. She was standing in front of a stall selling books and paintings, looking down at the items on the stall.

Half a step away from her, a maidservant of about fifteen or sixteen years old followed, carrying a small bamboo basket.

Seeing this, Zhu Yuan did not hesitate, immediately changed direction, and quickly carried the goods over.

He stopped a few steps away from Situ Susu and greeted her softly.

"Second Miss".