Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The sun sets and rises, and a new day comes.

Su Ping got up early and woke up with the rising sun. When he came back last night, he did not see Uncle Zhang, Aunt Zhang or Xiao Cui coming to take over.

Guessing that the money had really been given away, Su Ping felt a little amused. The money that should have been given had gone through so many twists and turns.

The letter he sent to the private school also received a response. Confucius personally gave him a reply, which was short and contained only a few words.

"In this case, you can stay at home to mourn for your mother and don't have to worry about traveling and studying."

This is naturally the result that Su Ping wants to see the most. Under the current circumstances, he really doesn't want to go out to travel around the mountains and seas. Staying at home is the best option.

Along with the teacher's letter, there were also condolences from three fellow students. The three of them picked up the pen together, and the words they wrote were enough to touch people's hearts.

When Su Ping looked at the letter, he closed his eyes and a faint smile flashed across his face.

……

In the days that followed, Su Ping stayed at home, preparing three meals a day and doing some housework. As for taking care of the fields, he didn't have to worry about it.

Because a month ago, when Su Ping's mother's condition began to gradually worsen, she had already pawned a lot of things in order to buy medicine for treatment.

This included the family's wheat fields, the old house of his mother's family, and some small items. So now the family's wealth seemed to be only Su Ping's 100,000 Mora.

This seemed like a situation of near-poverty, but in reality it was not the case, because normally, the money in Su Ping's family did not exceed 100,000 Mora at most.

But actually, his family still has a piece of land, which is half an acre of land with jujube trees. If Su Ping wants to expand into the business world in the future, this piece of land will be his starting point.

In addition to these things, Su Ping's daily writing is also proceeding step by step. After all, this is the only way to make money at present, and of course he cannot fall behind.

Su Ping went to the corner of the market and picked out the cheapest set of brushes, ink, paper and inkstone. It wouldn't affect him anyway, so he could save as much as possible.

The content of the fourth volume is the time when the boy walked out of the mountains and, under the guidance of his guide, his uncle, learned how to do business and gained a lot.

Su Ping decided to end the story when his uncle passed away. In that way, readers would surely have greater expectations about the boy's future.

This is a common writing technique, commonly known as fragmentation, which requires precise control of the plot. Although this may easily cause resentment, it is indeed a tried and tested method.

Su Ping sat at the table, writing his own chapter. There was no sunshine or rain outside, it was a rare cloudy day.

This kind of weather always makes people feel depressed, as if a stone is pressing on them, making it difficult to relax.

Whenever this happened, he would visit friends and chat. Su Ping was not affected, but he still put down his pen because there was a woman standing in front of him.

The woman had a pretty face and had once asked Su Ping to be her shield. However, when she came, she had a lot of powder on her face, so her originally pretty appearance could not be seen.

"Sister Youyi, what's the matter?" Su Ping saw her standing there without saying anything. He was eager to create, so he couldn't help but ask.

The woman was Jiang Youyi. She looked at the serious child with a calm expression and said slowly, "It's a rare break from work today, so I came to see you."

Su Ping nodded but did not respond.

Jiang Youyi came closer, looked at the words that were partially understandable and partially confusing, and asked, "Is this poetry? I don't seem to understand it very well."

"No, it's a novel." Su Ping's words were brief, which was almost his usual tone after returning home this time.

"Oh, a novel." Jiang Youyi asked again: "What's the name? I'll buy it and read it later, and learn some characters by the way."

"Sister Youyi..." Su Ping looked at her with a guilty look in her eyes, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "You don't have to buy it specially. If you really want to read it, I can just go to the bookstore and get a copy."

Jiang Youyi was stunned, pursed her lower lip, and was speechless.

Su Ping also remained silent, just looking at her quietly, waiting for the woman's next words, wanting to know what she was going to say and do.

"I, I want to help you, but there is nothing I can do." Jiang Youyi's voice was weak and unpleasant. She lowered her head, and her cheeks became a little red because of shame. Her youthful face was even more dazzling at this moment.

Su Ping shook his head, helpless, and said slowly: "Why is this? I am not having a hard time now."

"No, that's not it. It's because I didn't know about Aunt Li before, so I didn't come here, so..."

She could no longer conceal the guilt on her face. Her brows were slightly furrowed and she bit her lower lip tightly. She looked a bit fragile like a willow tree, but more than that, she was as pure as a nameless grass that was growing strong.

Only people like this would feel guilty for not being able to express condolences in time during a funeral and would think of ways to make up for it.

Su Ping closed his eyes, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips. Then he opened his eyes and explained, "Sister Youyi, don't worry about this. Everything will be fine."

Jiang Youyi blinked her eyes and said softly, "But I can't get over this. You are willing to help me, but I can't do anything for you. This is not good!"

"Actually, I didn't do anything. I just talked." Su Ping put down his pen, supported his chin with one hand, and looked at the woman in front of him.

He could feel the other party's sincerity and could tell that his words were not false. There were probably not many such pure people in the village, let alone Liyue Harbor.

People like this in the world are obviously the ones who should not be let down, but they are always deceived, end up with scars all over their bodies, and have no good ending.

"Sister Youi, seriously, if you really think you should do something, just keep it for now. I might really need your help someday."

Su Ping said sincerely that this was not entirely nonsense, because life was long and one never knew the other party would really be able to help him someday.

Jiang Youyi had no more words to refute, so she nodded and agreed, thinking about how she could help. Perhaps she could prepare in advance and do a better job.

Just like that, the child and his nominal suitor ended their conversation. She turned and walked out the door, not knowing where she was going. He then picked up his pen and wrote something. He had never stepped out of the door, but he was like a soul wandering between heaven and earth.

This little episode did not disturb Su Ping's creative thoughts. After all, he had thought it through. He just had to start writing and make it appear in the world and in front of everyone.

At noon, Su Yue set out on the journey home with Uncle Zhang as he did in the past. In this cold winter, both the uncle and nephew were only wearing long-sleeved clothes.

It's not that they are not afraid of the cold at all. It's mainly because this winter is not that cold at all, and they both do hard labor. Wearing too thick clothes is not only inconvenient, but also easy to get their clothes dirty with sweat.

However, thick cotton clothes are not easy to wash and are almost ruined after washing. It is a waste of money and manpower. It is more convenient to travel light.

From afar, they saw the smoke rising from homes. There were two homes, one that belonged to each of them, and one that was like a common home.

At this moment, Su Ping put down his pen, stood in the back kitchen, holding a spatula, stir-frying the vegetables. His movements were not very skillful, but at least he was not in a hurry and sweating profusely.

"Hey, our little prodigy can cook now. Why don't you come to my uncle's house for dinner?"

Uncle Zhang wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve and shouted with a smile.

"You have to learn how to cook for yourself." Su Ping looked at the food in the pot, raised his head and said, then quickly lowered his head.

A kind smile appeared on Uncle Zhang's weathered face. He did not speak again, but patted the man beside him, whom he often called boy.

Su Yue looked at his only elder now and scratched his head.

"Oh!" Uncle Zhang sighed, then patted the boy next to him on the back, gave him a look that told him to go home, and walked towards his home.

Su Yue stopped for a while and walked towards his home. There was a table at the door and his children put the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Out of habit, Su Yue took out another small bag of Mora and put it on the table. Although no one touched it and no one started to tease or praise it, he still wanted to do it.

This is what has been left over the years and it is difficult to change in such a short time. Su Yueying is unwilling to change it, so he still keeps it.

He was not the only one with such a habit. For example, when Su Ping moved chairs, he always brought three, and every time he brought three sets of bowls and chopsticks.

Although the latter would put it back, he had indeed picked it up before, and he has been doing so since he came back until today. It may not change in the future because he will not change.

Neither the father nor the son mentioned these minor details verbally, but they seemed to have a tacit understanding of each other.

This does not require words or word of mouth to be possessed, not only because they are blood relatives, but also because they miss their loved ones to an indelible level.

Perhaps it can be said that they are obsessed or even insane, after all, it is for a deceased person...but why do they care?

"Dad, after the teacher and his friends come back from their study tour, I don't really want to go to the private school anymore."

At the dinner table, Su Ping hesitated and spoke. This was his idea after much thought over the past few days.

Su Yue asked, "Why?"

"Anyway, I think I can make money now. Besides, no matter how much I learn in a private school, it will only be so-so. It still costs 80,000 Mora a year..."

Su Ping counted on his fingers, listing the reasons why he no longer had to go to private school. He looked like a child who was looking for all kinds of reasons not to go to school.

"But, although you can earn money, you also need to learn more."

"Then earn some money for a few years first, and then go back when you have enough money. After all, the teacher said that learning never ends, and he didn't say that you can't go back later."

"This..." Su Yue hesitated for a moment before nodding and saying, "Okay, I'll listen to you."