Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Not long after, the four of them went to Wanwen Collection together to collect the royalties for the second poem that Su Ping had submitted, a total of 26,000 Mora, 6,000 more than the last time.

It seems that the way to increase the amount of money you make is not just to look at the content and literary quality of the poem, the author's own popularity and off-site effects are also extremely important factors.

However, Su Ping did not care about that. He had found a buyer anyway. Although publishing his work could bring long-term benefits, making some money to help reduce the burden on his family was the most important thing for him right now.

Poems can be written again, money can be earned again, but once a family is broken down it is really difficult to repair it. With this idea in mind, Su Ping went to the post office, sent the money back home, and wrote a letter at the same time.

After doing all this, it was almost dark. The sunset was beautiful, but a little bleak and lonely. The faint golden color sprinkled on the earth made the atmosphere seem gloomy.

The streets are full of people returning home. After a tiring day, they miss home in their hearts, hold the money they earned today in their arms, and hold snacks or some fruits in their hands.

This is a surprise for his children when he returns home, and it is also a way to show his family that he can still make money and earn more...

Su Ping sat by the window, one hand on the windowsill, casually glancing at the passers-by. Occasionally he saw some parents holding their children, and he couldn't help feeling emotional.

He looked back and saw that his three senior classmates were nowhere to be seen. He didn't know where they had gone.

With a sigh, Su Ping closed the window and went downstairs to eat something. He was worried that the matter had not been resolved, so he was now in an inn.

This was also the result of the three senior students' persuasion to strengthen the implementation. Although he felt it was unnecessary, he gladly accepted it.

Very strange, very wonderful, very peculiar.

As soon as he went downstairs, Su Ping saw three slightly sneaky figures sitting at the table near the door, all with their ears perked up, listening to something.

Su Ping's eyes flashed, and he sat down with the three sneaky figures, the three fellow students, and listened attentively with bated breath.

The door was open, but they could not see anyone. It was only because of their extraordinary hearing that the four of them were able to hear the conversation.

"Oh, Dad, you don't have to pick me up every day. I'm sixteen years old and I know the way home!" A voice sounded, belonging to a young man full of vigor and vitality.

Not long after the words fell, a somewhat cynical voice came from the vicissitudes of life, "Hey, Dad misses you, how are you doing in the private school, is there any girl you like?"

"How can that be possible? School just started, and I haven't met everyone yet!" The boy replied, "Besides, I'm going to school, not to go on a blind date!"

"Alas, boy, you are still too young." Another vicissitudes of life voice sounded, it was not the previous one, so there were at least three people standing outside.

"Hehe, second uncle, I am a young and handsome man with scholarly spirit, full of ambition and ambition." The young man boasted without any hesitation.

"Well, that's a good point. You have the style of your father!"

"Brother, your ability to brag is inherited from me. Really, how could a good kid learn this from you? Little Hu Bainian, you better be careful."

"Nonsense! This is to cultivate children's self-confidence, otherwise they would look unrecognizable if they kept their heads down everywhere."

Then, the three men talked more and more outrageous, saying things like "You will be the one to bury me someday" and "You are buried first and I will be buried later". As soon as I heard these unlucky words, they fell like snowflakes covering the roof.

But they were supposed to be two brothers, one of whom had a child, but they did not behave like an ordinary family, and instead spoke out loudly.

At last, the young man probably saw that it was getting late, so he advised, "Dad, Uncle, it's getting dark, let's go back quickly."

"Otherwise, if a customer comes, we'll keep them waiting for a long time!"

"Row."

"to make."

The two brothers responded, and then said in unison: "Let's go home!"

When the conversation outside the house ended, three figures in black slowly blended into the night. In the darkness where the street lights could not reach, they seemed to have disappeared. It was very strange.

The conversation at the table was just about to begin. While the four people were listening, the food was served. With the conversation coming from outside the door, they ate until they were almost full.

After having a good meal and tea, of course the next thing to talk about is some gossip.

Zeng Xi glanced at the three of them and was the first to speak: "Hu Bainian, if I remember correctly, and they have different names but the same surname, then he should be the new student who enrolled this year."

"Yes, there are not many people with the surname Hu in Liyue Harbor. He also said that the business is opened at night, so he should be the son of the master of the Wangsheng Hall." Ran Ziyou continued.

Yan Ziyuan nodded and continued, "I didn't expect that the son of the hall master whom I had heard of earlier would become our junior fellow student!"

Su Ping held his chin with one hand and smiled, "Brother Ziyuan, do you want to make some good friends after you go back?"

“Of course you can, but I may be interested, but they may not. Wangsheng Hall is a big company in Liyue Harbor. Although no one mentions it normally, we really can’t do without it.” Yan Ziyuan closed his eyes slightly and said slowly.

"Now that you mention it, I'm quite curious about what earth-shattering things Hu Bainian has done." Zeng Xi waved his hand and asked the waiter to bring another pot of tea.

Then he looked at Yan Ziyuan and said, "Tell me about it."

"Does this count as exposing personal privacy?" Yan Ziyuan grinned, a little embarrassed.

The three of them booed in unison. They booed with all their might, as if Yan Ziyuan had done something extremely despicable.

"Brother Ziyuan, have you ever heard that those who keep others in suspense will be struck by lightning?" Ran Ziyu, who has always been humble, was influenced by the general trend of the crowd and no longer looked like a modest gentleman when they were together.

This makes it less ethereal but more down-to-earth, which in turn brings them closer together and makes them more relaxed.

Su Ping added: "That's only half the story. It's fate. Brother Ziyuan, don't seek... ahem, you're just tying yourself up in knots!"

Zeng Xi also spoke in a shocking tone, "Ziyuan, let me tell you, there was a man in the past who was beaten to death by a group of people because he did not speak clearly. His body was left on the street and he had no place to be buried..."

“Okay, stop, stop, stop…” Yan Ziyuan quickly reached out to stop them. “I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you, but you’re not allowed to reveal it to anyone.”

The three of them looked at each other, then nodded seriously, waiting for what was to come.

Seeing them like this, Yan Ziyuan also gained weight, moved a little closer, and whispered: "I heard that Hu Bainian would go out at night to bathe the two stone lions at the entrance of Yujing Terrace!"

After he finished speaking, the three of them were stunned, looked at each other, then looked away and began to ponder.

After a long while, Ran Ziyou asked, "What's so strange about this?"

"Isn't this strange?" Yan Ziyuan asked back, his eyes slightly opened, a little shocked.

Su Ping nodded. "It's not surprising. Isn't this the same as mopping the floor at home?"

"No, is there something wrong with you or me? Going outside at night just to clean the stone lions, how can that be normal?" Yan Ziyuan spread his hands and asked in confusion.

Zeng Xi sighed and said slowly: "If that's the case, then wouldn't the sanitation workers who get up before the morning market have more problems?"

"This seems to be right." Yan Ziyuan scratched his head and thought about it carefully. It seemed that there would be no problem as long as he changed the angle.

A young master who had no worries about food and clothing felt that the workers were working hard, so he went out at night, enduring his tiredness, to reduce some of their workload.

This should have been an act of kindness, but Yan Ziyuan didn't know why, but he felt that something seemed to be distorted when it happened to the people in Wangsheng Hall.

Maybe it’s a stereotype, or maybe it’s a deep-rooted prejudice, but nowadays, people in Liyue Harbor almost keep silent about the existence of the Hall of Rebirth.

The more this happens, the more mysterious this originally ordinary place seems, as if it should not be offended. This also leads to the fact that people who work in the Hall of Rebirth have almost no friends.

"Perhaps, I have been judging others by my own standards. Oh, what a sin." Yan Ziyuan shook his head and drank a cup of tea.

Zeng Xi smiled and said, "It is a great virtue to know one's mistakes and correct them. It is not too late for Ziyuan to realize his mistakes now."

……

During the next three days, Su Ping had nothing to do every day. In addition to accompanying three fellow students to visit Liyue Harbor every day, he also climbed Tianheng Mountain. The feeling of being unable to move his legs and feet anymore was unforgettable.

At that time, Su Ping was leaning against a big rock, his feet were cramping and he couldn't move. His legs had lost all feeling, as if they were gone.

But the fatigue of his legs brought his eyes and mind a broad world. On Tianheng Mountain, he could overlook everything in Liyue Harbor.

From the neatly arranged high-rise buildings to the streets of all sizes, as well as the human figures that have become small black dots, these are everything in Liyue Harbor.

"The book once said: If you don't climb a high mountain, you don't know how high the sky is. I have tried to look from a high place, but it is not as good as the broad view from a high place. It is indeed true."

Zeng Xi sat next to Su Ping, supporting his chin with both hands, and spoke slowly.

Yan Ziyuan stood on the edge of the cliff, with his hands outstretched and his eyes closed, feeling the strong wind blowing over him, and laughed loudly, saying: "The breadth of your vision depends on what is in front of you, and the breadth of your mind depends on your heart."

"If you are not sincere in your relationship with others, you will accomplish nothing! If you are sincere in your relationship with others but don't trust them, you will be useless! Hahahaha..."

His laughter floated in the strong wind, as if it spread throughout the world, making people feel emotional while also savoring his previous words.

Ran Ziyou grinned and said, "Brother Ziyuan, if you want to praise us, you don't have to be so tactful."

"Ziyou is right. In your current condition, if we get into the territory, we'll have to freeze on the top of the mountain at night!" Zeng Xi teased.

Yan Ziyuan shook his head and smiled, "You can't enter for now, but who said that? I was just praising you."

Su Ping, who had been silent for a long time, spoke slowly, "Brother Ziyuan, you are a master of words!"