From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

The middle-aged beggar didn't know if Zhao Guangyao had listened to what he said.

Finally, he patted Zhao Guangyao on the shoulder, leaving with a "take care of yourself" look on his face, and then left.

If these beggars continue to break Zhang Cheng's rules, the consequences will be very serious.

There have been real-life examples of this before.

Watching the middle-aged beggar leave, Zhao Guangyao felt extremely uncomfortable.

If you lack ability, you can't even handle people you dislike.

Zhu Yuan, who had gone far away, had already begun to learn to read from the beggar scholar.

No matter how many ideas Zhao Guangyao had, Zhu Yuan had nothing to worry about.

Zhao Guangyao was just an ordinary beggar with nothing; such people are mostly capable of only impotent rage.

"Zhu Yuan, you already know so many words?"

"Yes, Steward Zhou."

"What else do you want to learn?"

Zhu Yuan began to say the words he didn't know.

In just 15 minutes, Zhu Yuan learned many more characters.

The beggar-scholar, having finished his lesson, looked at Zhu Yuan. He knew he wouldn't earn much money from Zhu Yuan, but he wasn't unhappy.

He also gained a sense of satisfaction from teaching students like Zhu Yuan who learn quickly.

That's all for today.

"Thank you, Steward Zhou."

"From now on, when we're teaching, you can call me 'Teacher'."

"Yes, sir."

"Hmm, this child is teachable." The beggar-scholar was quite satisfied.

Before he fell on hard times and became a beggar, he was a very proud man.

At this moment, he seemed to have regained some of his former self.

……

More than half a month later.

early morning.

Zhu Yuan is enjoying his breakfast.

After finishing a white steamed bun, I had a red-shelled egg.

Before the time travel, rows of red-shelled eggs in the supermarket cost twelve yuan a tray, with thirty eggs in a tray, making them a cheap source of protein.

Now the eggs are different; the red-shelled eggs in his hand cost five coins each.

In other words, he spent six coins on breakfast today, which can be considered a luxury.

Half a month ago, he increased his daily food allowance again, to at least seven coins. Breakfast usually consisted of a white steamed bun and a bowl of soybean dregs.

A bowl of soybean dregs costs one coin, which is the cheapest source of protein here. Sometimes he would also eat a piece of tofu, which costs two coins, but tofu is more expensive than soybean dregs.

Zhu Yuan peeled the red-shelled egg and took a big bite.

Soft, bouncy, hot, and fragrant.

I haven't eaten eggs in a long time.

Having satisfied his needs, Zhu Yuan began his begging for the day.

Today is a special day.

Today he plans to buy a household registration in Qingyang County from Zhang Cheng, the head of the beggars.

After begging today, he will surely be able to save up 1,100 coins.

He's very close to his goal now; otherwise, he wouldn't have splurged on boiled eggs this morning.

The food has improved, and the nutrition has been improved.

They no longer look like little beggars, so they need more elaborate costumes.

Fortunately, his professional skills give him exceptional eyesight; otherwise, begging would be extremely difficult for him now.

Secondly, due to his professional characteristics, he is more likely to notice that those who are not easily aware of his current pretense are not the people he is begging from. Those with normal compassion who can see through his problems at a glance are no longer the people he is begging from.

The day of begging has come to an end.

I earned forty-six coins today, which is not bad. I met two kind and compassionate people who gave me a total of thirteen coins.

"Old Liu."

"Here is the 1,080 coins you deposited with me. Keep it safe."

When the old beggar saw Zhu Yuan, he handed him a tattered cloth pouch containing ten strings of coins, each string containing one hundred coins.

The remaining eighty coins haven't been strung together yet.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Liu, for keeping this safe for me."

"You're being too polite by saying that," the old beggar said with a kind smile as he looked at Zhu Yuan.

He has been in contact with Zhu Yuan for almost a month, and he already treats Zhu Yuan like his own grandson.

He passed on all his skills as a beggar to Zhu Yuan.

The old beggar was certain that his judgment this time would not be wrong.

"You saved up 1,100 coins in less than a month. I really couldn't have imagined that before." The old beggar was amazed by Zhu Yuan's talent for begging.

He had seen Zhu Yuan begging, and what surprised him most was Zhu Yuan's ability to accurately find his begging targets.

If he were to beg in the guise of Zhu Yuan, even with his extensive experience, it would be difficult for him to consistently earn five coins a day.

Zhu Yuan was indeed able to earn more than thirty coins a day, which was much better than many other jobs or odd jobs.

"Old Liu, that's why it's important to feel this way." Zhu Yuan smiled as he took the tattered pouch.

He was just stating the truth: his second professional trait enhanced his eyesight, and eyesight is also a kind of feeling.

Zhu Yuan took out the twenty coins he had prepared and strung them into the eighty coins, completing a new string of coins.

After deducting the 1,100 coins, he now has 35 coins left.

The two went together to the place where they handed in their sun money.

Three days ago, Zhu Yuan stopped learning to read from the beggar scholar, as he had already finished learning all the characters he needed to learn.

He could be said to have already graduated from the literacy section of the Great Zhou script.

The beggar scholar asked him if he wanted to learn arithmetic, but he refused, saying that he already knew some basic arithmetic and did not need to learn it.

Arithmetic was too easy for him; I remember he was the champion of an arithmetic competition when he was in second grade.

By reducing his daily fixed expenditure from five coins to three coins, Zhu Yuan saved six coins in three days.

Without these six coins, after handing over 1,100 coins, his savings would be less than thirty coins.

I handed over my daily wage as usual.

Unlike a month ago, now every beggar here knows Zhu Yuan.

They all knew that Zhu Yuan was very skilled at begging, but they simply couldn't learn his skill.

One thing they can learn is that Zhu Yuan begs on Qingshui Street and changes locations very quickly; at the same time, Zhu Yuan is also particularly diligent.

Unlike most beggars who sit still, he is never idle.

What they didn't know was that Zhu Yuan's frequent outreach was actually a way of getting to know people.

"Boss, I want to buy a household registration in Qingyang County."

After the beggar-scholar finished recording, all the beggars dispersed, and Zhu Yuan stepped forward.

His action attracted the attention of many beggars.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng, the beggar leader, looked at Zhu Yuan with great surprise, as did the beggar scholar.

"You're not an elite beggar yet, have you saved up 1,100 coins?" Zhang Cheng looked Zhu Yuan up and down carefully, then noticed a bulge on Zhu Yuan's body.

The bulge wasn't particularly noticeable, thanks to Zhu Yuan's tattered clothes.

The beggar-scholar looked down and searched for the record of Zhu Yuan's payment of the paper money.

If Zhu Yuan is to become an elite beggar, it will take at least twenty days.

"Yes, boss, I've saved enough." Zhu Yuan took out the tattered pouch the old beggar had given him.