From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

Until dusk.

It's almost time to pay the taxes.

Zhu Yuan, having finished begging, has arrived at the designated location.

The beggar named Zhao Guangyao, who was taught a lesson by the beggar leader Zhang Cheng last time, has not yet recovered from his injuries.

Perhaps because of his injuries and pitiful appearance, Zhao Guangyao's begging has been quite successful these days.

Zhao Guangyao walked over with a limp.

Sensing the ill-intentioned gaze, Zhu Yuan looked in the direction of it.

He took in Zhao Guangyao's vicious gaze.

His professional characteristics shouldn't be that effective.

Zhu Yuan quickly figured out the reason.

This Zhao Guangyao probably attributed all the reasons he was taught a lesson and beaten to him.

It was clearly his own decision to break the rules set by Zhang Cheng.

Zhu Yuan averted his gaze, no longer looking at Zhao Guangyao. With Zhao Guangyao injured, it would be difficult for him to defeat Zhu Yuan now.

Moreover, if Zhao Guangyao really dares to make a move, then the next time Zhang Cheng, the beggar leader, teaches him a lesson, it won't just be a simple beating.

Breaking the rules twice in a row has serious consequences!

As time went by, the last beggar handed over his sun money.

Zhang Cheng and the beggar scholar prepared to leave.

At this moment, Zhu Yuan walked up.

"Boss, I have a question."

The tall Zhang Cheng looked down at Zhu Yuan, raised his thick eyebrows, and lingered on Zhu Yuan's face for a few seconds.

He could tell that the little beggar's complexion had improved a lot recently; his cheeks had regained some color, and his eyes were brighter than before.

A beggar looking well meant that he could still eat his fill after paying three coins a day... This piqued Zhang Cheng's curiosity.

He put his hands behind his back, tilted his head slightly, and said in a deep voice, "What's the problem? Speak."

Zhu Yuan took a deep breath, took a small step forward, and asked in a respectful but expectant tone, "Boss, I'd like to know, without the identity of an elite beggar, is there any way to obtain a household registration in Qingyang County ahead of time?"

Plans can't keep up with changes.

As his professional beggar level continued to rise, he earned more money each day than he had initially expected.

Therefore, for him, the time frame for obtaining Qingyang County residency before winter is too long.

He still needs to accumulate more than forty days to become an elite beggar. This takes a long time, and if possible, he hopes to obtain a household registration in Qingyang County within the next month.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng was taken aback at first, then a slight smile appeared on his lips, revealing an expression that was neither a smile nor a frown.

He rubbed his chin with his fingers and stared at Zhu Yuan for a long time, as if trying to see through him.

He never expected that a beggar would actually ask him this.

If you pay three coins a day, and do so every day, you can earn the title of Elite Beggar in just one hundred days.

But it would be very difficult for a beggar to earn 300 coins in 100 days without eating or drinking, let alone having to eat and drink.

This shows that Zhu Yuan is quite capable.

"Oh?" He drew out his voice, with a hint of amusement. "You certainly dare to dream."

He paused briefly, his gaze gradually becoming serious. After crafting an explanation in his mind, he extended his right hand, raising a thick index finger: "Of course there is. Before becoming an elite beggar, to obtain a household registration in Qingyang County..."

He deliberately slowed down his speech, observing Zhu Yuan's reaction, "You need to pay an extra 100 coins, which makes a total of 1,100 coins."

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, he slowly lowered his hand, his gaze becoming deep.

These rules he set weren't for nothing.

Using his connections in the government office to smooth things over and help capable beggars obtain household registration is an investment in them.

Those who can obtain household registration from him are all quite capable; it's both a business deal and Zhang Cheng's act of kindness.

If he wants to get a household registration in Qingyang County, he needs at least 800 coins, and sometimes even close to 1,000 coins. He doesn't earn much from this; it's mainly to express his goodwill. If he really wants to make money, then getting a household registration in Qingyang County from him will cost at least 1,500 coins.

"Thank you for your explanation, boss." Zhu Yuan bowed gratefully, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Hmm." Zhang Cheng responded through his nose, his gaze lingering on his face for a moment before turning away, as if tacitly agreeing to something.

Seeing that Zhang Cheng had withdrawn his gaze, Zhu Yuan turned to look at the beggar scholar who had been standing quietly to the side.

The other person was also looking at him.

"Manager Zhou," Zhu Yuan took a small step forward, his tone respectful, "I would like to learn some characters from you."

The beggar scholar slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping across Zhu Yuan's face, seemingly unsurprised.

"Alright." The beggar-scholar's voice was low but clear. "I'll teach you for two quarters of an hour each day, for two coins."

He hadn't taught the beggar to read in a long time.

He charges two coins a day and three coins a day, for a total of five coins. Many beggars earn less than that each day.

The current environment is very bad; fewer people are willing to give money to beggars, and there are many more beggars.

Zhu Yuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked, "Manager Zhou, can we begin today?"

Manager Zhou did not answer immediately.

He first turned his head to the side and looked at Zhang Cheng, as if asking for instructions.

Zhang Cheng didn't turn around, only nodding almost imperceptibly. Manager Zhou then turned back and gave Zhu Yuan a slight nod.

"Okay, come with me."

"Thank you, boss. Thank you, Steward Zhou." Zhu Yuan bowed again and thanked the two men in turn before following the slightly thin figure of the beggar scholar.

the other side.

Zhao Guangyao watched Zhu Yuan leave with the beggar scholar, his eyes seemingly blazing with fury.

That little bastard! He still has money to learn to read?

Because of the distance, he didn't know what Zhu Yuan said to Zhang Cheng, the beggar leader.

Judging from Zhang Cheng's satisfied expression, it's clear that Zhang Cheng values ​​Zhu Yuan even more.

Zhang Cheng took a liking to her and she even started learning to read.

Why? Why?!

Zhao Guangyao couldn't understand why the guy he hated was doing better... It was a fact he didn't want to accept.

"Let me think of some ideas."

Zhao Guangyao began to think about how to make things difficult for Zhu Yuan.

He was beaten and taught a lesson by Zhang Cheng because of Zhu Yuan. If it weren't for that little bastard Zhu Yuan, he wouldn't have been able to break Zhang Cheng's rules.

"Zhao Guangyao, what are you standing here for?" Suddenly, a middle-aged beggar patted Zhao Guangyao on the shoulder from behind.

"It's nothing," Zhao Guangyao shook his head.

"Really nothing? You don't look like it." The middle-aged beggar thought for a moment. "The direction you were looking just now... wait, you're not thinking about breaking the rules again, are you?"

"That's not true."

"You'd better not have that idea. If you break the rules again, you can expect someone to collect your corpse... no, there probably won't even be anyone to collect your corpse."