Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The night passed and a new day came. Su Ping, who had been sitting on the stool all night, had bloodshot eyes.

But he did not feel dazed or dizzy. He even felt more alert than usual when he woke up, which filled his whole body.

This may be the feeling that only people who pull all-nighters once in a while will have. After all, if you get enough rest on a normal day, it won't be a big deal if you stay up one or two more times occasionally.

It was still dark and the sun had not risen. When Su Ping stepped out of the door, the sky in front of him was gray, as if the blue sky was covered and no light could be seen.

Although it was still dark, one family had already lit the lights, opened the door, and set out tables, chairs, and pens, waiting for people.

They are the people in South Village who help with funeral arrangements, such as banquets and funeral processions. You can ask them for money and they will arrange it.

The last time Su Ping came here was because Jiang Youyi's mother passed away suddenly. The latter worked in the factory and could not come back in time, so he was the one who helped to hire someone.

This group of people can have this income because not everyone can afford a coffin. The price in the Hall of Rebirth is indeed affordable, but that is for the people in Liyue Harbor.

For these people who may spend their entire lives working in the field, they would rather be buried directly after death than spend 200,000 or 300,000 Mora to buy a coffin.

Firstly, they don’t have that 200,000 or 300,000 yuan. Secondly, if they really had that much money, they would probably think of leaving it to their children and grandchildren. As for them… forget it.

It's like this in South Village, or most villages in Teyvat, without exception.

……

Su Ping hired someone to arrange the funeral and buried Jiang Youyi in the cemetery at the foot of Tianheng Mountain. Otherwise, he really didn't know where else to bury her.

However, when choosing the specific burial location, Su Ping hesitated for a moment and decided on a location not far from Jiang Youyi's parents, not too close to them, but just where they could see each other.

He didn't know why he made this decision, but he made it suddenly as if a flash of inspiration had come to him.

Afterwards, he invited the villagers who had come to the banquet and sent them away. He then paid off the Mora required for this matter, and it was finally over.

Sitting alone in the room, Su Ping rested his elbows on the table, his chin supported by his palms, and looked back and forth at the furniture, silently.

He had been to this house quite often, but not so often that he could remember every detail. Now, as he took a closer look, he felt that the set of eleven volumes was more eye-catching.

The book cover was very new, and the edges were not peeling. Su Ping reached out and took down a book, and found that it had indeed been read, and more than once, but it was well preserved.

Perhaps the owner of the book is very careful, or perhaps the book was published not long ago, with the latest copy being only two years old.

"Let's keep this set of books and not burn them..." Su Ping murmured softly, stroking the pages between his fingers.

He didn't know what the owner of the book was thinking, but according to common sense, a person would not want to see something in the afterlife that he had carefully cared for during his lifetime.

Su Ping closed the book gently, then put it back where it belonged without moving it again.

After sitting quietly for a while, the young man suddenly stood up and walked out of the door. He turned around, closed the door, locked it, put the key in his arms, and turned to walk home.

There hadn't been many changes in his own home. His father was still there, and the furnishings on his desk were the same as before he left.

From yesterday until almost noon, his father's three meals a day depended on Aunt Zhang who lived next door. There was no problem with that, but out of concern as a parent, Su Yue asked his son a few questions.

Su Ping did not hide anything and told him everything about the case, including the arrangements for Jiang Youyi's funeral and the situation at the branch factory, without leaving out anything.

As for his family, Su Ping always tried not to hide anything unless it could be concealed, unless it would hurt them or make them unable to sleep or eat.

After Su Yue heard this, he stood there in a daze for a long time. He felt sorry for the girl's death, not because of anything else, but simply because he felt that a living life was gone like that, which was too... heartbreaking.

Not to mention, there were more than one person, but three people. What would happen to their parents and relatives? Would they be able to live like before?

The man, who usually has very few thoughts, now has a lot of thoughts. Although those have nothing to do with him and he can't help, he just can't help thinking about them.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Su Ping saw that his father had not responded for a long time, and he couldn't help but feel worried, so he asked quickly.

Su Yue came back to his senses and looked at his son. Then he remembered that a girl and his son seemed to have had an agreement on something. He was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have made up his mind.

"Ping'er, don't feel stressed or burdened by this matter. If you really can't bear it, just wait a few years and find someone else. Please... don't let it go like this!"

Su Yue advised earnestly, and his broad, thick palm fell on the boy's immature shoulders, which were capable of supporting a family, and patted them gently.

Su Ping felt the weight on his shoulders and was also stunned. Then he suddenly realized and explained, "I'm fine, Dad, don't think too much!"

"Dad understands. Who wouldn't feel bad when something like this happens? Don't keep holding on by yourself, or you'll collapse." Su Yue's warm voice sounded, accompanied by his kind eyes, which made Su Ping feel at ease.

Su Ping scratched his head. "I'm really fine. I was just helping to cover it up. I really don't have any other ideas!"

"It's really okay. You can talk to Dad about it. I haven't heard you talk about these things for a long time. I really want to hear it."

"OK……"

On this day, the father and son talked a lot more. Although so many words were still about things happening outside, at least they were said.

The pleasant afternoon passed with one person talking eloquently and one responding and nodding, like the storyteller and the audience in a teahouse.

The sun was setting, the light was like blood, a young man went out to put a pot on the stove to cook rice, taking over the work that should have belonged to him, but it delayed more than a day's work.

However, things did not go as perfectly as Su Ping had imagined. An uninvited guest came to his door again, and it was when he was preparing to cook.

Su Ping sighed, his expression full of helplessness and hidden resentment. He thought to himself, "Last time it was my son who came, and now it's my father who comes. Are all Chens like this?"

The person who came was Chen Baiwang. His wrinkled face was filled with a very fake smile, which looked as ugly as dry mud that had been dug up with a hoe.

His eyes, which were only the size of beans, became even smaller when he smiled, and it was as if there was nothing in the round-framed glasses, which was a little funny.

As soon as Chen Baiwang arrived, he walked under the shed without waiting for Su Ping to greet him, rubbing his wrinkled hands and speaking with a smile.

"Little prodigy, I haven't seen you for a while. I hope I didn't bother you by coming to visit you specially."

What he said was extremely sincere. If an outsider who didn't know him, he would probably be fooled and follow his words, and then have to worry about it afterwards.

Su Ping was certainly not one of those people, so he immediately said, "Please don't use the word 'visit' too much. If I were to return the gift, I wouldn't have anything decent to offer!"

“How could that be? As long as the little prodigy has the intention and tries his best, it will be the greatest gift to me!” When talking about the word “gift”, Chen Baiwang deliberately prolonged the word and raised his voice.

“I don’t deserve your kindness. I’m just a stall owner. I don’t have much say in Liyue Harbor. If Mr. Chen wants to bring someone in, I’m afraid he has come to the wrong place.” After Su Ping finished speaking, he turned around and went to wash the vegetables without giving him a chance to speak.

Su Ping didn't know the other party's purpose of coming here, but it must be related to the Chen Jihua case.

Chen Baiwang attaches great importance to blood inheritance. People living in nearby villages all know this clearly. It is not a secret at all.

The case had just been concluded at this time. In just a few days, Chen Baiwang must have used all the connections he could find, and then he remembered that there was a person like Su Ping in the village.

Su Ping's connections were actually not that many. He had been a student of Confucius for two years, had traveled with Gan Yu, the secretary of Yue Hai Ting, and had some personal connections with Tianshu Xing, one of the Seven Stars.

If we have to count them all, we can add the eldest son of the Li family and the two staff members of the General Affairs Department who we just met yesterday.

In Su Ping's opinion, his connections are just okay, but in the eyes of outsiders, especially those who don't know the real relationship and are anxious, Su Ping is the one who can turn the tide and turn decay into magic.

That's why Chen Baiwang came to find him, and that's why Chen Baiwang is standing here at this moment, with a smile on his face, speaking in a very kind manner.

"Oh, little prodigy, you are too modest." Chen Baiwang's eyes were full of stars, as if what he said next was completely sincere and from the bottom of his heart.

"In Liyue Harbor today, everyone knows the name of Su Ping. He is a big shot in the literary world, and his manners and ethics are on par with those of a saint. Even the Seven Stars have to give him some respect. If you can't have a say, who can?"

"Look, this is my little gift. After you take it, we can talk about it in detail. If you give me some more, it will be interesting!"

As Chen Baiwang spoke, he asked the servant behind him to open a box, revealing a box full of white banknotes.

Su Ping's eyes flashed, and he sneered inwardly. If the other party used this trick against passionate young people or people who were inexperienced in the world, it would be of great use. Maybe they would actually agree.

But unfortunately, Su Ping is not as young as he appears. The hardships he has experienced, such as the rain, snow, wind and frost, and the struggles he has endured at the bottom and climbing up step by step, are not just lies.

He showed no interest in the money in the box that he could only look at from afar and never touch, because he knew that he could make money but not this kind of money.