Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

As the year draws to a close, the village has become increasingly lively. Every household will put up some auspicious calligraphy scrolls at home, preferably those with a bright red background, which are very pleasing to the eye.

Of course, this kind of work is usually done by the literate people in the village, and the reward they receive is not Mora, but snacks made by each family.

After all, people who can read and write well are indeed rare in this countryside, and it is difficult to see one.

But this year was different. The residents of Nancun spread the word that their little prodigy had returned, so they brought some things and went to ask for a calligraphy.

As expected, Su Ping's house was surrounded again. He was even a little accustomed to this situation.

"Little prodigy, please help me write some nice words. These are eggs laid by my chickens. They must be delicious!"

"This is the milk from our own cows. We just milked it this morning. It's still hot. Have a sip. I guarantee you'll fall asleep as soon as it touches your pillow tonight."

"And me, and me, little prodigy, please write a fortune for my family, and bless us with a smooth and prosperous next year!"

Various words like these poured into Su Ping's ears, making him feel a little bit of the New Year atmosphere despite his helplessness.

Since he had taken someone else's things, he naturally had to comply with their requests. Su Ping only wrote inscriptions on dozens of them. As for those that only had inscriptions, he just expressed himself freely.

Who doesn't know how to say nice things?

After a whole morning, Su Ping's side was filled with various things. He didn't need to buy too much New Year's goods, as these were enough to celebrate the New Year.

Besides, there were more people who wanted calligraphy, but Su Ping said he needed to rest and asked them to come back tomorrow.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the house returned to its deserted state. However, Su Ping was not alone. Jiang Youyi also came here because she was bored during the New Year holiday.

Casually, it can also deepen the credibility of its name.

Su Ping leaned back in his chair, looking up at the roof of his house. With his eyes half closed, he spoke softly, like a whisper, "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, there will be at least two more waves."

Jiang Youyi smiled softly upon hearing this, and said in a gentle voice: "Those who are capable should do more work. Isn't this a lot of stuff?"

Su Ping hummed, then his eyes fell on the woman's face and asked, "Sister Youyi, do you want me to write a calligraphy for you?"

"Didn't you say you would write it tomorrow?" Jiang Youyi tilted her head and looked at Su Ping with a smile, amusement in her eyes.

Su Ping touched his nose and said, "It's not impossible to make an exception. Besides, it's just an excuse. If I get tired after just a few dozen paintings, then why would I write novels?"

Jiang Youyi smiled softly and said, "Thank you, little prodigy."

Su Ping then picked up the pen and wrote the five words "May everything go well in the new year", then slowly rolled it up and brought it to the woman next to him.

After all, they are people I am relatively familiar with, and we have a nominal future relationship, so I have to take care of them. Even if it is just a play, I have to act well.

As for the possibility of pretending to be real, Su Ping had thought about it, but he believed that the other party was not that kind of person, so he did not show any intention of alienation in private.

Not long after, Jiang Youyi took the scroll and returned to her home. Before leaving, she touched Su Ping's head, and thanked him again with joy.

At this moment, Su Ping, who was staying at home, picked up the fourth volume of his novel and looked at the last paragraph, which was the end of this volume.

"I felt like I had arrived at the happiest paradise on earth. This was my thought after I left the mountains. However, this thought did not last long."

The writing stops here, and the rest will have to wait until the fifth volume starts to be seen. Next, it is the plot line of setting up a new business and starting a business.

Su Ping estimated that he should be able to finish one more volume before February, and then send it to Wanwen Collection together with the fourth volume.

As for now, as the New Year is approaching, Su Ping thought that most bookstores would be closed, so he didn't plan to go and disturb them. He wanted to spend the New Year peacefully first, and then think about other things.

Su Ping stretched and walked out the door. It was almost noon and time to cook.

Over this period of time, he has become accustomed to this kind of routine and arrangement. A life with both movement and stillness, and a plain and simple life, is what life is all about.

Just as Su Ping was walking towards the kitchen, preparing to start cooking, a figure hurried over and made him stop.

The figure came running quickly, bringing up a gust of wind. That person was Uncle Zhang. When he saw Su Ping, the expression on his face changed, which was almost the same as the last time he went to the private school to find Su Ping.

Su Ping glanced around and didn't see his father, and he suddenly felt a little flustered.

"Su Ping, come with me quickly! Your father was injured on the construction site and is now with Doctor Zhang. Come with me quickly!" Uncle Zhang shouted urgently.

Su Ping didn't care about anything else and almost ran away. The star conch tied on his left wrist made a ding-dong-dong sound as he ran, and the rapid sound was like his rapid heartbeat at the moment.

As they ran, the uncle and nephew arrived at the west end of the village, near the village road. There, there was a painted two-story wooden house with stairs built on the outside, which gave it a sense of pastoral elegance.

That wooden house is the residence of the old doctor from Nancun. At this moment, there are already several people gathered outside the wooden house. They are all men wearing coarse linen clothes, and they seem to be completely unafraid of the weather in December.

Seeing the uncle and nephew running over, they said nothing, but just made way for them to pass through and into the house.

Su Ping looked at the half-open door, made up his mind, pushed it open with both hands, and walked in.

The first thing that caught my eye was the father lying on the wooden board, and the old doctor standing beside him, stroking his beard with a troubled look on his face.

The situation before him destroyed the last bit of hope in Su Ping's heart. He was still thinking that if his father's injuries were not serious, or even just some superficial wounds, then his father would suffer less.

But... God seemed to like playing jokes on him. The scene before him made Su Ping realize that his father was seriously injured.

Just as he was feeling sad and Uncle Zhang beside him was about to speak, an old voice sounded, with a somewhat disgusting but helpless feeling.

"Su Yue, if you are injured, just take good care of yourself. There are enough people on the construction site. It's not a big deal if you take half a year or ten months to recover."

The person who spoke was Chen Baiwang. He stood not far from the wooden board where Su Yue was lying, and said slowly: "Anyway, you have a son at home who can make money, so you don't have to worry about this or that."

"But don't think you can enjoy the happiness of family life now. After all, your son is still young. If he gets hurt, it will be a great loss for our village chief! Do you understand?"

Su Yue held his waist with one hand, his face was pale with pain, beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping down his face, and he was sweating like rain.

He clenched his teeth, squinted his eyes, and tried his best but couldn't utter a word.

"Hey, don't get excited. If anything happens, I won't be able to explain myself."

Chen Baiwang glanced at the servant beside him and gave him a wink. The latter immediately put the bulging cloth bag in his hand on the wooden board.

"You suffered a work-related injury. As the employer, we have to pay the Mora. According to custom, this is three Mora, which is enough for your monthly salary."

"Remember, take good care of your injuries." Chen Baiwang's words came out slowly, and then he walked towards the door with the eight servants beside him.

Before leaving, he looked at the child standing there with sad eyes, and said with concern: "Su Ping, your father is suffering now, you should be filial to him, okay?"

Su Ping didn't even look at him, ignored his words, and walked straight towards his father.

"It's okay to worry about your injuries. After all, life and death are determined by fate. If you are a step or two slower, you might miss him. Go quickly, go quickly!"

After Chen Baiwang finished speaking, he immediately walked away, but there was a half-smile on his face, and he always gave off a sinister and vicious vibe. It was unknown whether it was due to his appearance or if it was just his temperament.

Uncle Zhang glanced at the back of the person he hated, with an unfriendly look on his face, but what was more important at the moment was the injury of his boy Su, so he didn't fight.

Otherwise, let alone eight servants, even if there were eighty of them, Uncle Zhang would not hesitate at all. Whether he could win or not was not sure, but whether to fight or not was another matter.

"Doctor, my dad's condition...can he be cured?" Su Ping looked at the old man with burning eyes.

The most we can hope for now is perhaps that he can recover. If he can’t recover, then my father will never be able to live without others by his side again.

It’s not that he felt he would bear the burden, but he was worried about what his strong-willed father would think.

The old doctor sighed, shook his head and said, "It's very difficult. He has suffered a serious injury. The fractures are almost all over the bones. Even if he can get out of bed, he can't leave his body."

"Alas, as his son, you should take better care of him in the future. Remember, don't let him work after you go back, otherwise he may be paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life."

Su Ping was silent, his brows tightly knitted, his face full of pity. He could not bear not only the pain his father was suffering now, but also everything he would have to endure in the future.

But at this time, he had no time to think about these things, and said hurriedly: "Doctor, start the treatment quickly, I will give you the fee first, if it is not enough, I will give you more later!"

The old doctor looked at the 100,000 Moras that were pushed in front of him, took it in his hand, cleared the area, and turned around to treat the patient.

Although the situation has just been dealt with, simple emergency treatment can only save lives temporarily. If it is delayed too long, life may still be in danger.

Outside the wooden house, Uncle Zhang was silent, with worry in his eyes. The workers who had just come had already left.

Su Ping was in a state of confusion, pacing back and forth anxiously, with sweat oozing from his forehead as dense as a drizzle.

Many thoughts popped up in his mind inexplicably. What if the treatment failed? What if his father couldn't accept it later? What if... What if?

Such a scene actually happened nearly eight or nine years ago.

That was a father waiting for the birth of his child, and the ears of wheat in the field were golden. Now it is the child of that time, hoping that his father is safe, but the field is barren and nothing can be seen.