Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Several days had passed since the incident in the teahouse, and the reputation of Qianyanfu in Liyue Harbor was gradually improving, and those mocking followers had disappeared.

As for those who know nothing and just flatter others, they are still there, but they just do it to entertain people and amuse themselves when they have nothing to do.

The author Su Ping, who seemed to have no reaction in this turmoil, was now summoned by the teacher to the room to meet two guests.

A middle-aged man with a beard. It can be seen that he was a handsome man when he was young.

The other person was Li Zide, whom Su Ping had seen before and had a cup of tea with. However, he did not look very good at the moment.

He didn't wear a crown on his head, just a simple hair bun. He changed his finely crafted white robe with blue patterns into a plain dress. He sat in his seat with his head lowered, looking very lonely.

The middle-aged man, Li Dangcheng, said with an apologetic look on his face, "Master, a few days ago, my son was rude in the teahouse and insulted the reputation of your student. Today, I brought my son here to apologize."

As he spoke, he winked at his son beside him, indicating that he should speak.

Li Zide then lowered his head hastily and said in a hurry: "It was my fault before. I didn't know anything and went to criticize the Thousand Rocks Fu. Please punish me, Confucius!"

This humble appearance is completely different from the arrogance and domineering behavior of the past few days. If one has poor eyesight, one might think they are two people.

Confucius stroked his beard, looked at his student, and slowly asked: "Zi'an, this matter concerns you, what do you think?"

The Li family father and son also looked at the seven-year-old child, waiting for a reply.

"This..." Su Ping closed his eyes slightly, looking thoughtful, but in fact he didn't react much in his heart, and was even very calm.

Li Zide struck while the iron was hot and kept begging, saying all kinds of good things to Su Ping, praising him to the sky, as if he was the only one in the world and the best person in the world.

Even Su Ping, who was used to hearing flattery, was slightly moved. This Li Zide was truly a talented person, and the effect of rhetoric was fully demonstrated in him.

"Well, okay then." Su Ping smiled, looking magnanimous, but in fact he just wanted to go with the flow, otherwise it would be difficult to do things in the future.

"This matter is not a big deal, so it's better to just let it go."

Confucius smiled and said, "Good."

"Thank you, Mr. Su, for your magnanimity." Li Dangcheng smiled kindly, looking like a truly great official.

Li Zide was not so calm. He kept saying thank you, as if there were no other words that could summarize his mood at the moment.

After all, he was a man who was very afraid of his father. This time, he was severely scolded several times and was almost on the verge of violence. Fortunately, Li Dangcheng thought of his deceased wife and gave up.

Otherwise, Li Zide would probably be beaten.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Li and his son were ready to leave. Just as they stood up, Confucius stopped them, stood up himself and walked up to them.

"Master Li, since Zi'an has chosen to disclose this matter, then you should take back these gifts."

"No, it's a gift of apology, how can I take it back? Master, please accept it, otherwise I will feel bad." Li Dangcheng advised: "Master, please accept it."

"Master Confucius, please accept it." Li Zide also advised.

After refusing for a while, the Li father and son left the gifts and walked away, leaving no chance for the other party to catch up with them, and hurried out of the courtyard.

When he reached the door, Confucius saw only two backs. He sighed and looked at the students who were also chasing him. He said slowly, "Zi'an, take the gift with you. You can use it."

"Master, this..."

"There's no need to refuse between you and me. I should apologize to you. Take it." Confucius waved his hand, walked back to his room and closed the door.

Su Ping, who stayed where he was, opened the gift box in his hand. Inside were some snacks with fine workmanship and exquisite ingredients. He guessed that they were commonly used as gifts when giving gifts to people.

After closing the box, Su Ping started to go back to the dormitory, but three fellow students came out at this moment, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.

"Tsk tsk, little brother, how could you let him go so easily?" Zeng Xi asked doubtfully. It is true that kind people are often bullied. Could it be that little brother doesn't understand this?

Su Ping chuckled and said, "My father has come to visit me, and he is dressed in plain clothes. If I continue to make trouble, it will seem that the teacher's teaching is not good enough."

"Besides, he has brought me so much attention, and I can't thank him enough. It would be great if he does this again next time!"

Yan Ziyuan folded his arms, and a smile appeared on his handsome face, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze. "Little brother, you have a broad mind, and your energy is as vast as the universe!"

"It's over. It's over now."

……

It is said that after the Li father and son came out of the courtyard, they walked side by side on the street. The gentle sunshine was shining, and it was very comfortable.

Li Dangcheng put his hands behind his back and said, "Be proud of yourself. Dad helped you to deal with it this time, but that was a situation that others didn't care about. You should be more careful next time!"

"Oh, I know! Dad, you have told me several times along the way, and I can recite it by heart!" Li Zide waved his hand with some impatience on his face.

Li Dangcheng snorted coldly, "Are you itching for trouble?"

“I dare not, I dare not!” Li Zide suddenly wilted and looked depressed. He did not open his mouth to refute, but took a step and ran away. He only heard one sentence: “I know I’m wrong, but I won’t change. Hahahaha…”

"This brat!" Li Dangcheng stood in place, clenched his fist with one hand, and showed anger on his face, but he did not chase after him.

He stood there, his cloudy eyes full of vicissitudes of life. After a sigh, he seemed to have aged a few years. If there were other people here, they would probably think that Li Dangcheng was sighing for this good-for-nothing son.

However, only he knew the reason. Looking at his son, who was now only a tiny dot, Li Dangcheng murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "For the sake of our family, you have suffered a lot..."

……

A few months passed in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, the Moon Festival is approaching.

Su Ping said goodbye to many people in the private school and walked alone on the street, holding a few Mora banknotes in his arms, feeling very comfortable.

This is the poem. After passing the verification, it was included in the official poetry collection. Ji Fang took the lead and gave him 20,000 Mora as the fee for Wanwen Collection to include the poem.

Su Ping had learned about this price before. It was a relatively high price in the industry. Ji Fang was very kind to do this for a junior whom he had only known for a few months.

With the money in his arms, Su Pinglian walked more steadily. However, he decided to take the money back home first to supplement the household expenses, because there was not much Mora left at home after he secretly released Mora last time.

This time, Su Ping also did not notify his parents to pick him up, and returned home half a day earlier, again without bothering his parents.

To get out of the city, you need to pass through Chihuyan Street, because that street leads to Tianheng Mountain.

The food street is filled with the unique aroma, and the charcoal-grilled and fried snacks are sizzling, making people salivate.

Su Ping glanced at the snacks and swallowed silently. Although he was no longer a child, he needed to try his best to restrain the impulse to spend money, but the fragrance here was too tempting.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have gone back in the afternoon." Su Ping murmured in his heart. The afternoon was also the busiest time in this snack street. Although it was not as busy as at night, it was not much worse.

Should I buy it or not? This question popped up in Su Ping's mind. Originally, he would never buy it with the money at home, but now he has the money he just got.

Or, just be luxurious?

As the idea came to his mind, Su Ping caught a glimpse of a stall selling Mora meat. It looked like a time-honored brand, and the sign read: Four hundred Mora for one, seven hundred Mora for two.

It is a very affordable price, and the Mora meat on the iron plate looks very full of fillings, and it will definitely make you drool when you take a bite.

After hesitating for a long time, Su Ping walked over, bought two, and put them in a paper bag, which was still steaming.

Looking at the snacks he bought with his own money, Su Ping felt different when they were given to him by others. He grabbed one, blew away the cool part, and took a bite. The plump meat was in his mouth, and the aroma rushed straight to his taste buds.

And there seems to be a feeling that what you buy yourself tastes much better than what others buy, or what you buy with someone else's help.

With a slight smile, Su Ping looked up at the street and saw a child with a basket on his arm, selling the star snails he had just picked.

Unfortunately, there was not a single buyer among the passers-by along the way, and no one even took a second look at the child, perhaps because there was too much dust on the child's face.

Su Ping watched for a while and saw that the child was skinny, had no shoes on his feet, and his clothes had a lot of puddings on them. They could not even be called clothes, but rather a piece of rags.

A piece of cloth was draped over the head to protect it from the sun.

"I just picked some star snails from Yaoguang Beach..." The child spoke in a clear voice. She was a girl, probably not much older than Su Ping.

Looking at this scene, Su Ping's mind resurfaced with the past. The days when he was doing business and repeatedly ran into obstacles and was rejected by many customers were so painful that he could still remember them vividly.

When you are poor, you should take care of yourself; when you are rich, you should help the world. Su Ping has always adhered to this principle, so he didn't care about such things before, but now, things are different.

In the future, when he becomes successful, he will probably try to make sure that there are no more children like this in Liyue, or even in the entire continent of Teyvat.

“Just think of it as my first good deed in Liyue Harbor.” Su Ping muttered to himself. He quickly finished the cold Mora meat in his hand and ran towards the girl.

The girl also saw him, this boy who was inexplicably looking at her on the side of the road and then running towards her. The clothes on him were made of rather fine fabric, so she didn't dare to get close to him.

Su Ping ran up to her, raised his head slightly and looked at the girl who was a few centimeters taller than him, and asked with a smile: "Sister, I can't eat this Mora meat anymore, can I give it to you?"

"Give it to me?" The girl asked in confusion, then shook her head and said, "No, take it home yourself."

"Oh." Su Ping nodded slightly, and then he used his appearance at this age to his advantage, blinking his bright eyes and saying, "Sister, next time you do business, you can wash your face first, maybe you will have good luck!"

The girl looked at the little baby in a daze. The pair of red eyes under the edge of the cloth were not covered by the dust on the face. They were very clear and bright.

It seemed that the only thing left in her eyes at this moment was this cute little baby, but perhaps it was her hungry body that brought her thoughts back.

When she came to her senses, the girl only saw the back of the little baby running away, and the extra Mora meat in her basket and the two missing star snails.

"Wait a minute, two star snails can't be exchanged for Mora meat!" the girl shouted, but the boy ran away and disappeared in the crowd.

The girl didn't have the strength to run, and even walking was very difficult for her. She waited there for a long time, but the boy didn't return, and the Mora meat in the basket had gone cold.

Looking at the basket, the girl couldn't control her hunger at last. She took the raw and cold Mora meat and nibbled on it in small bites. Although it was cold, she didn't care.

Coo~.

My stomach was churning with stomach acid after not eating for a day, but after a while, my body finally got used to the food, and a warm feeling welled up in my heart.

She thought that no one was going to buy anything today, so she simply picked up her basket and walked to the stream outside the city, where she washed off the dust and revealed her hungry, yellow face.

She reached out to take off the cloth on her head, her white hair scattered. She picked up the half piece of Mora meat that she had eaten from the basket and opened her mouth to eat it, but then she held back.

"Let's leave it until tomorrow, or we'll just have to try to catch fish again."

Resisting the urge, the girl put the mora meat back into the paper bag, sat down by the stream, looked at her clean face, and murmured quietly: "Will washing my face really bring good luck?"