boyutpedia Chapter 1 Occupation: Beggar
Chapter 1 Occupation: Beggar
Outside Changsheng Gambling House, Qinghe County.
A man was rushing toward the gambling den.
He was wearing a slightly worn silk robe, and a bulging money pouch hung from his waist.
But just as he was about to reach the gambling den, his body suddenly stiffened, and he looked down behind him.
On a yellowish-brown mass, there were clear imprints of his own footprints, and faint steam was rising from it.
Dog poop.
The man's face turned green instantly.
He rubbed the sole of his shoe hard on the ground, but the stuff was sticky and he couldn't get it clean no matter how hard he rubbed; instead, it just got stickier.
"What the hell is this bad luck!"
The man muttered a curse under his breath.
Before he could finish speaking, a voice came from the side.
"Oh my goodness! Sir! This isn't bad luck, it's an incredibly auspicious sign!"
Upon hearing this, the man turned around and saw that the speaker was a little beggar.
He looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a slightly dark complexion, and wore a tattered jacket covered in patches.
The man, already annoyed, glared at him irritably: "Good luck? Stepping in dog poop is good luck? You little beggar, are you trying to make fun of me?"
Hearing this, the little beggar wasn't flustered at all. Instead, he moved even closer, looked up at the man with a serious expression, and said, "Grandpa, you don't understand, do you? This means that when someone is about to have good luck, dog poop comes to their door first. It means you're going to have some good luck today."
He pointed to the puddle of dog poop on the ground and continued, "Look at this, it's golden, the same color as a gold ingot! The God of Wealth is paving the way for you, afraid you wouldn't find the door to wealth, so he specially threw this gold nugget here for you to step on and enter! Once you step on it, it'll be hard not to get rich..."
The man paused for a moment after hearing what the little beggar said, his anger subsided somewhat, and he looked at the little beggar with a mixture of belief and doubt.
The young beggar, seizing the opportunity, continued his boasting: "Sir, look at your bearing! You're clearly a man of great fortune. Heaven sent you a special message, letting you step in dog poop—that's a reminder that your luck is on your side today, and you're due to win money! Tonight, the gambling den's winnings are likely yours!"
The middle-aged man was somewhat pleased by what he said, and when he looked down at the puddle of dog poop on the sole of his shoe, he didn't find it so disgusting anymore.
He looked up, suddenly burst into laughter, reached out and pulled out a handful of copper coins, which he then tossed over.
"What a silver tongue!" the man laughed. "If I actually win money today, I'll reward you when we get out!"
The little beggar Qin Chuan bowed and scraped, his eyes narrowing into slits with a smile: "Thank you for the reward, sir! Then I wish you great success in conquering all before you."
The man laughed and cursed, "You little brat," straightened his clothes, and walked into the Everlasting Victory Casino with his head held high.
Qin Chuan watched his figure disappear behind the curtain, then looked at the copper coin in his hand.
Not many, only twelve!
However, it should be noted that an ordinary beggar is considered quite fortunate if he can earn three to five copper coins a day.
He managed to get so many copper coins this time.
To be honest, it's already quite a gain.
Keep those copper coins safe.
Qin Chuan, however, stared blankly into the air.
There was only one panel there that he could see.
[Successfully begged, professional experience +12]
[Experience points maxed out, Beggar class level increased]
Occupation: Beggar
[Level: lv4→lv5 (Max)]
[Professional Skill: Begging]
That's right, to be honest, Qin Chuan doesn't actually belong here.
months ago,
Qin Chuan was still an ordinary young man enjoying air conditioning and soft drinks.
He remembered that night, he was just about to play a monster game when his soda suddenly spilled.
With a series of crackling sounds,
When I opened my eyes again,
He lay in an alley in Qinghe County, becoming a beggar in the county who lacked food and clothing and whose life hung by a thread!
Fortunately,
The game panel appeared when he went begging on an empty stomach.
The content on the panel is very simple.
Occupation: Beggar
[Level: lv1 (0/100)]
[Professional Skill: Begging]
Besides these, there is nothing else.
However, Qin Chuan quickly figured out the function of this system panel.
Whenever he successfully begs for money or goods, his experience points on the panel will increase.
Using this, he leveled up from level 1 to level 5.
As your level increases, the "effect" of the [Begging] skill will also become stronger.
Of course, this doesn't mean people will give you money the moment you ask. Rather, it means he can subtly observe who is easily swayed, who is in a good mood, and who has just been in a bad mood...
It was because of this skill that Qin Chuan dared to speak to the middle-aged man outside the gambling den.
He had already discerned that the man was not a short-tempered or easily angered person, which is why he dared to approach him and say those auspicious words about "good luck".
If you were to casually spout such nonsense to a burly man with a fierce face, you'd be lucky if he didn't beat you to death.
Since his beggar rank was upgraded, Qin Chuan has gone from not being able to beg for a single penny a day to occasionally encountering "big customers" like the one just now.
Life was still tough, but at least we weren't starving.
Qin Chuan knew perfectly well that being a beggar was not a long-term solution.
The panel only has one option: "Occupation: Beggar," but the system is definitely not limited to that; he needs to unlock new occupations.
However, given the current situation, Qin Chuan shook his head, closed the job panel, and then turned and walked towards the alleyway next to him.
After navigating several narrow alleys, he arrived at a street.
The street wasn't very big, but it was quite crowded with people: vendors selling steamed buns, barbers carrying loads on shoulder poles, porters pulling donkey carts...
However, as the sun set, the number of people on the street decreased significantly, and the stalls were preparing to pack up and go home.
Qin Chuan habitually glanced around, then walked towards a wonton stall.
When the woman at the stall saw Qin Chuan coming over, she greeted him, "Oh, Little Qin, you're here. Find a seat and I'll bring you some wontons."
She was in her fifties, with a round face, a thick waist, and arms that were always red from the heat. She spoke loudly and worked efficiently.
"Aunt Liu, no, please take care of the guests first." Qin Chuan waved his hand repeatedly, not sitting down, but finding a corner instead.
That corner was sheltered from the wind, against the wall, and the ground was relatively clean.
Aunt Liu is a kind-hearted person.
When Qin Chuan first transmigrated to this world, he hadn't yet gotten used to the life of a beggar.
Because he hadn't begged for any money, he fainted from hunger and collapsed not far from Aunt Liu's stall.
Seeing this, Aunt Liu didn't ignore it. Instead, she made him a bowl of hot soup and wontons. It was this bowl of wontons that made him...
That's how he survived. Later, Qin Chuan saw that Aunt Liu was running the stall alone, so he would always help her when it was time to close up shop.
Over time, they became acquainted.
Later, Aunt Liu also offered to let Qin Chuan come over every time he closed his stall.
She collected the leftover or broken wontons from the customers and gave them to Qin Chuan, otherwise they would have been wasted.
A moment later,
Aunt Liu came over with a bowl of wontons and said, "Eat up."
Looking at the thin-skinned, generously filled wontons in the bowl, Qin Chuan naturally understood.
This is not some scrap or leftovers from a customer.
The soup noodles were topped with bright green scallions and a small spoonful of melted lard, clearly a delicious wonton soup specially made for him by Aunt Liu.
Seeing this, Qin Chuan didn't say anything to express his gratitude, but just mumbled an "Mmm" and reached out to take the bowl.
After finishing their wontons, it was time to close up shop.
Qin Chuan helped tidy up, and then escorted Aunt Liu back to the alleyway leading to her own house.
Upon reaching the alley entrance, Qin Chuan handed over the rough earthenware bowl he had been carrying.
That was the bowl he used to eat wontons. He had rushed to help wash it clean and carried it back with him.
Aunt Liu reached out and took the bowl. As the bottom of the bowl touched her palm, she heard a soft "ding" sound, and a few coins clinked together inside the bowl.
She looked down and saw five copper coins lying neatly at the bottom of the bowl.
"You child..." Aunt Liu looked up, about to say something,
Qin Chuan had already taken two steps back, grinning at her.
"Aunt Liu, I had a good luck at the gambling den today, please don't think it's too little."
Aunt Liu opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Looking at Qin Chuan's ashen face, she suddenly remembered many things.
Although this silly boy was a beggar, he never liked to take advantage of others for nothing.
Every time I ate her wontons, if I had any money in my hand, I would secretly slip a few coins into the bottom of the bowl.
Sometimes, if he couldn't get any money, he would work an extra half hour, cleaning the tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks until they were spotless.
One time, she refused to take his money, and the boy didn't come for two days. In the end, she had Old Li from next door pass on a message, and only then did he reluctantly reappear.
Just then, Old Li from the next courtyard strolled out, spotted Qin Chuan's departing figure, and asked with a smile, "Oh, did Little Qin bring you back again?"
Aunt Liu nodded, tucked the copper coin from the bottom of the bowl into her sleeve, and replied, "Yes."
"That boy is a good kid." Old Li stroked his beard. "Don't let his beggar appearance fool you, he's much more sensible than my good-for-nothing grandson."
Aunt Liu smiled but didn't reply, her gaze still fixed on the direction of the alley entrance.
Qin Chuan's small, thin figure had already turned the corner and disappeared from sight.
She sighed softly, as if speaking to Old Man Li, or perhaps to herself: "Yes, he's a good boy. If it weren't for that plague-ridden gang in the west of the city that insists on labeling every beggar with their name so they can't leave, I would really like to take him into my house."
Old Li sighed and shook his head: "This world is not something we can control. Alright, it's getting dark, let's go back inside."
Aunt Liu hummed in agreement, turned and walked into the courtyard. After taking two steps, she looked back at the empty alleyway before closing the door.