Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

A big hand fell on Su Ping's head, and a deep voice came, revealing unspeakable worry.

"Ping'er, how are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Su Ping quickly put away the sinister smile on his face, looked up and smiled as usual, "I'm fine, Dad."

"Are you really okay?" Su Yue picked up his child and looked at him carefully for a while.

Su Ping pulled his collar and said, "Dad, I'm really fine. The fat guy can't catch me with his physique. The others are not very capable either. They can't do anything to my son!"

"Okay, Dad believes you." Su Yue touched the child's head again and put him on his shoulder. This view was enough to look down at the little fat boy in the crowd in front.

Su Ping was counting on his fingers how much compensation he would get soon when a clear voice called out, "Su Yue, how is Ping'er? Is she not hurt?"

Mother Li Ying came running with Aunt Zhang, and behind them was a young girl in her prime, the graceful Xiao Cui.

Su Yue scratched his face and smiled: “My son said he is fine.”

Hearing this, Su Ping's mouth twitched, Li Ying frowned, Aunt Zhang and Xiao Cui smiled softly, having a father like this was really... amazing.

Li Ying reached out and poked her husband's forehead, then took the child, looked into his eyes, and asked, "Ping'er, are you really hurt? Don't lie to your mother. Or are you hurt anywhere?"

Su Ping shook his head and said calmly, "No, I just ran for a long time and my legs are sore."

Li Ying originally wanted to turn up the collar to check, but thinking that the child was precocious and they were outside, she gave up the idea and said softly, "It's good that he's fine."

Then she stared at the crowd and said through gritted teeth, "This Chen Baiwang family is getting more and more outrageous. I must ask for an explanation today!"

"Yes, there must be an explanation!" Su Yue also reacted at this time. His son was almost beaten just now, and this matter cannot be let go like this.

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On the south side of the village, there is a house that is different from the other houses. It is made of blue bricks and gray tiles, has several large rooms, and a spacious yard with flowers and plants.

In the center of the yard, a middle-aged man was lying on a rocking chair, with his legs crossed and shaking, a pipe in his hand, puffing away, as if he was living a god-like life.

A servant came running over and said urgently: "Master, something bad has happened..."

"Stop, stop, stop. How can you make such a fuss? After all, I will be a wealthy family in the future. It will be so embarrassing if this gets out!"

the middle-aged man scolded.

The servant had no choice but to say yes quickly, and knelt down and kowtowed, not daring to say anything.

The middle-aged man felt that it was about time, so he spoke slowly, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"The young master was causing trouble outside. He seemed to have beaten someone up, and he brought a few servants with him to trample on someone else's wheat field. Now they are here to find us!"

"What?!" The middle-aged man, Chen Baiwang, stood up suddenly and opened his big eyes. He looked a little funny under the thick round-frame glasses.

"This is useless. Just give them some money to send them away. They are just a bunch of treasure-stealing weasels. They won't leave unless you give them money!" Chen Baiwang waved his hand and lay back in the rocking chair.

Seeing this, the servant said, "Master, this time almost everyone in the village has come, saying that they want you to give an explanation in person, otherwise they will stay at the door and not leave!"

"Hey, these farmers dare to make trouble. Let's go and take a look!" Chen Baiwang stood up and rushed to the door. With a fierce look on his face, most of his gray hair shook up and down.

The gate of the mansion was finally opened, and the villagers started to talk one after another, crying and shouting about the evil deeds of the fat boy. Chen Baiwang's thin face turned blue and purple, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Chen Baiwang looked at his son who was hugging his thigh, then glanced at the servant with a bruised face and nose on the ground beside him, and asked, "Zhongde, are you really going to beat Su Ping and step on the wheat?"

"Dad!" The little fat boy hugged his father's legs and cried, "I didn't hit him. He even hit one of our servants. Now his face is swollen and his nose is bruised!"

Su Ping was placed on his father's shoulders. When he heard the accusation, he retorted: "You are talking nonsense! Those guys are all seriously injured now. Which one of them did I hit?"

"You didn't think before you spoke. How old am I and how old are they? Do you think I'm a living immortal? Can I beat them?!"

Some villagers also spoke up and said that the injuries were caused by beatings they had done.

After hearing this, Chen Baiwang looked at his own children.

“I, I’m not talking nonsense.” The little fat boy was frightened by his father’s stare and stammered, “But Dad, I really didn’t beat that little...prodigy Su Ping!”

"Little Prodigy Su." Chen Baiwang raised his head and looked at Su Ping, then glanced at the charming Li Ying next to him. He hesitated for a moment and said, "My servant stepped on the wheat field, of course I will compensate him, but you have beaten and scolded him, why don't you just let it go?"

"Master Chen, that's our life!"

"That's right, they trampled on quite a few of them!"

Several villagers spoke up.

Chen Baiwang snorted and said in a deep voice: "I have to pay for the treatment of the injury. Do I have to pay you money? If you want to make trouble, then make trouble. Don't even think about taking a penny!"

"I'm telling you, my servants were at fault first, but you guys were too harsh. As for me, I'll just take a small loss and keep things quiet. Otherwise, if we go to court, you'll have to pay for it!"

The villagers were stunned by this set of words. They all looked at the familiar people next to them and began to retreat.

Su Ping's eyes narrowed slightly. This old guy was quite good at diverting attention. He put the blame on the servants for the mistake made by his son. It was a great way to escape.

But it was just to fool these villagers. Su Ping still had something to do, so it was time to do it.

"Master Chen, your son's beating of me is not over yet!"

"Haha." A hint of sarcasm flashed across Chen Baiwang's eyes, and then disappeared in an instant. He pretended to be a good person and said, "Little prodigy, you can't wrongly accuse my son of this. He can't even kill a chicken, let alone beat someone up. How is it possible?"

Su Yue and Li Ying, a married couple, also looked at their child, inevitably puzzled. Didn't they say everything was fine? Why did they say they called? The former couldn't understand, while the latter seemed to be thinking about something.

Su Ping touched his chin and said with a smile: "Master Chen, if I remember correctly, you once said that everything must be based on evidence. If I produce evidence, what will you do?"

Chen Baiwang had a bad feeling, but he continued, "If there is evidence, then of course I will pay the compensation."

Su Ping thought to himself, "It's done!" Then he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his fair skin and the conspicuous bruise on his chest. "The evidence is irrefutable, Master Chen, do you have anything else to say?"

"This, this is..." Chen Baiwang was speechless, because he knew that no matter how much he argued now, it would be useless.

But the father had this awareness, but his son might not. The fat boy jumped up, pointed at Su Ping, and said angrily: "I didn't touch you at all, how could I have hit you?!"

"If it wasn't you who hit him, who else could it be?" Su Ping asked back.

"Yes, it's you, you must have done it yourself!" The little fat man thought that as long as he told the truth, he could get rid of these annoying things, and then he would be free and easy, and he said with reason and evidence:

"You hit yourself!"

Before he finished speaking, the people present had different expressions.

Chen Baiwang had a look of disappointment on his face, and the other villagers looked at him as if he were a fool and gave him contempt.

Su Ping's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement. The cooperation of this little fat man was too strong. If he could do it a few more times in the future, it would not be difficult to make a fortune.

A few more people in the crowd chimed in:

"Who would come here to seek justice by hurting themselves?"

"That's right, this kid is not an empty-headed kid. If he gets hit on the heart, it must hurt!"

"Master Chen, this won't do. The Moon Festival is just a few days away. If the little prodigy gets hurt now, we neighbors won't be able to bear it!"

"Yeah, it's a good festival, but I still have to carry the injury. How uncomfortable it is."

Chen Baiwang's face turned red from holding his breath. He was really afraid that he would faint without being able to breathe. He felt that this child prodigy was really smart. He was still a child, but he could already slander and extort money. He would definitely do some petty thefts in the future.

However, even if he told the truth now, no one would believe it. After all, it seemed like nonsense no matter how you looked at it that a child would hurt himself and extort money. What's more, this was a child prodigy who was kind to others and had an excellent reputation on weekdays.

Thinking of this, Chen Baiwang said, "Son, go and apologize to that person."

"No, I'm obviously not wrong!" The little fat boy looked at his father and refuted for the first time.

"Are you going or not?" Chen Baiwang's tone became a little heavier.

"No." The little fat boy continued to shout: "Dad, didn't you say that after Su Ping's parents got married, they killed their parents. He will also be the one who kills his parents in the future. I can do whatever I want..."

Snapped!

A slap landed on the fat boy's face, making him look depressed immediately. Remembering that he was outside, his face turned pale, half red and half white, which looked very strange.

Chen Baiwang angrily scolded: "When did I teach you this? You are talking nonsense. Why don't you go and apologize, then kneel down in the ancestral hall and ask our ancestors to forgive you!"

The little fat boy said nothing, shouted "I'm sorry" loudly, then held his head in his hands and ran back home.

After he ran away, Chen Baiwang looked back at Su Yue, who had an angry look on his face. In his eyes, this honest farmer was not a threat at all.

"Ahem, it's my fault for not raising my son well, but he's only twelve years old, and children should be able to speak without restraint. I'll apologize to Ying and her family."

Chen Baiwang bowed casually, and after being fooled for a while, he picked up the Mora bag handed to him by the servant next to him and said, "Here, this is 5,000 Mora, take it back to help Ling'er recover from his injuries!"

As he spoke, Chen Baiwang threw the bag over, intending to smash it at their feet and humiliate them, but Su Ping had anticipated this.

When Chen Baiwang came across the Mora bag, he asked his father to put him down. He caught the bag and put it on his shoulder, smiling and said, "Thank you, Master Chen. These five thousand Mora are enough to make me a medicine soup to heal my bruises!"

"Little prodigy, you are sensible. Goodbye!" Chen Baiwang waved his hand, walked into his home and closed the door to refuse the visitor.

Outside the door, the villagers who didn't get compensation left in disappointment, because this was originally secondary. The main thing was to beat people up, and it was more satisfying to see that old guy upset.

Since they were all from the same village, everyone knew each other's character, and they had all seen what kind of miser Chen Baiwang was.

Su Ping was able to get 5,000 Mora this time, which was considered relatively good. After all, he was a well-known person in the neighborhood and there was no way to expose him directly. In addition, the fat man's self-destruction and Chen Baiwang's desire to win over this little prodigy would have reduced the amount by a lot.