Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The next morning, the teacher did not give any classes, and the other older students also waited for everyone to go to the spacious courtyard.

Every seven days, the private school would set aside one day for practicing archery, which was one of the six arts of a gentleman.

There are five kinds of archery skills, Baishi, Canlian, Yanzhu, Xiangchi and Jingyi, but at this moment they are still in the initial stage.

Most students can hardly remember the posture and precautions when shooting an arrow.

Because this skill is currently mainly used to strengthen the body, but most of the people present are from wealthy families, except for those who are born weak and waste their time, the others are able to pull the bowstring.

Zilu walked behind a row of students who were drawing their bowstrings, explaining the essentials of archery and helping them correct their posture.

"Keep your heart, bow, and arrow in one, don't bend your hands, keep your shoulders flat, and straighten your back, or you'll hit yourself!"

A few steps away, a young man could not hold on any longer. His hands were shaking slightly, and the headless arrow flew out of the string. He was also knocked forward by the huge force.

Zilu reached out and grabbed the man's belt to prevent him from falling all over the dirt and making a fool of himself in front of everyone.

"You still need to work on your strength. Don't worry. You will see results eventually!"

"Thank you, senior." The young man scratched his head and caught a glimpse of a few people under the eaves, drinking tea and singing music, looking very comfortable.

"Senior brother, how can they rest while we have to practice?"

The people nearby also looked back and noticed those people with puzzled looks on their faces.

Zilu also turned his head to take a look and laughed: "Among those four, three are your fellow students, and the Master himself admitted that they are his favorite students. If any of you are, go ahead!"

"Then why doesn't the kid next to you have to practice?"

"You've already said it, he's just a child who can't even pull the lightest bow. How can you expect him to compete with you young and strong men?" Zilu smiled even more, his voice booming.

Under the eaves not far away, Su Ping, Zeng Xi, Yan Ziyuan and Ran Ziyou were sitting at the table, three of them sipping tea, one playing music, and watching the children practice with smiles on their faces.

Yan Ziyuan held a cup of tea in his hand and chuckled, "Little brother, Zilu said that you are not as good as them, why don't you go and argue?"

"The shackles of age cannot be broken. I am only seven years old, so I will not trouble Brother Zilu to save him." Su Ping waved his hand. Not to mention drawing a bow, it was rare for him to be able to lift one now.

Zeng Xi stopped playing and said with a smile, "So, in a few years, I will be able to see you, my junior, holding a bow and shooting every shot into the target?"

"I have the first sentence, but as for the second sentence, wishful thinking or daydreaming, which one do you prefer, senior brother?"

"Hahaha……"

……

A few days passed quickly, and a group of students went home to worship their ancestors. However, Su Ping did not write a letter to inform his parents, and set out on the journey home alone.

It’s not that he is confident in his ability to escape if he encounters danger, but mainly because there are Qianyan Army patrolling frequently nearby.

Along the way, from the solid stone road, to the soft mud, and then to the village road with many pedestrians carrying hoes on their shoulders, Su Ping did not stop and went straight to his home.

In front of the house, my mother stepped over a bench and sat on it, sewing a patch on a shirt. Her nimble fingers were wrinkled and dark, and did not look good.

But that was the place where the clothes on their bodies and the food in their mouths had to pass through in this family of three, and it was the hard work that resulted in her not having a pair of beautiful hands at the age of more than 20.

Su Ping walked a little closer, but did not interrupt. He just watched quietly, watching this scene that seemed to have been seen before.

It might be a dream he had one night, or it might be a fantasy he had when he had some free time during the day, but at this moment, it really existed, without any obstacles, and could be seen clearly at a glance.

Not long after, a patch was sewn. Li Ying picked up the clothes and looked through them for a while. Then she noticed her son standing still next to her. Her eyes flashed.

"Ping'er, what's wrong with you? You didn't even write me a letter when you came back. What if you encounter danger on the road?" Li Ying squatted in front of her son, looking worried.

Su Ping calmed down and scratched his head. "I, I thought I wouldn't bother you two, so I came back by myself. I didn't encounter any danger."

"What if that happens? You should at least let me know next time you come back." Li Ying sighed and said, "Mom, I was so busy that I forgot that the people in the city have to go to worship their ancestors these days."

"Ping'er, go back to your room and rest first. Your father should be back soon."

"Oh." Su Ping responded and asked, "Dad went to another village to help out again?"

"Yes, someone is busy building a new house in West Village, and your dad went to help them carry the building materials." Li Ying sat back on the bench and continued to patch up a hole.

Su Ping walked to the front of the house, looked back at his mother's back, walked into the house, and took out the Mora hidden in his arms. It was exactly the ones he had packed before, not one was missing.

He tiptoed back to the small box under his parents' bed, then he stepped outside the hanging cloth. The small bed next to it was his.

Su Ping sat on his bed, looking at the things he might need to do and the things he could do now. The house was clean. It couldn't be said to be spotless, but there was nothing wrong with it.

The firewood in the kitchen had been chopped and the water tank behind the house was full, but he was too clumsy to help with the sewing and felt a little at a loss as to where to start.

Not long after, Su Yue and Uncle Zhang from next door came back. Both of them were shirtless, with clothes hanging on their shoulders as cloth to wipe sweat. Because of the scorching sun, the clothes were soaked.

When they arrived at their respective doors, they greeted each other, and the two men ran to the back of the house, opened the lid of their own water jar, scooped up some water, and poured it on their heads, which cooled them down a lot.

Walking back to the front of the house, Su Yue put a bag of Mora on the bench where his wife was sitting, and said with a smile: "We have finally finished moving things today, and I gave you 12,000!"

Li Ying smiled: "You must be exhausted."

Su Yue waved his hand and said, "I'm not tired, I'm fine!"

"Look, I can give you that. Oh, by the way, my son is back and resting in the house."

"Ping'er?!" Su Yue grinned, "I haven't seen you for a few months. I miss you so much!"

The man walked towards the door, but his steps were much lighter. He leaned against the door and saw that his son was not asleep. Then he stepped over the threshold and went in.

Outside the house, Li Ying looked at her husband's back, which was covered with fresh bruises and red bloodstains. She guessed that he was bumped while carrying heavy objects.

With a slight sigh, Li Ying took the bag of Mora and walked into the house. She had to keep her husband's hard-earned money well.

……

In the afternoon, just as Su Ping expected, the girl with two buns on her head came to his door again and asked if he was there.

"Aunt, is Brother Su Ping back?" Xiao He walked to Li Ying and asked softly.

Li Ying smiled gently and said, "He's here. Go inside and find him. Come, have some dates."

"Thank you, auntie." Xiao He walked into the house holding a handful of dates, called Su Yue "uncle", and then came to the side of Su Ping, who was like a little adult.

"Brother Su Ping, you are finally back."

Su Ping hummed, but didn't say anything more. He just pulled a stool for her.

After Xiao He sat down, he still said thank you, and then shared the dates he had just got outside with Su Ping.

Su Ping took one and looked at the girl who gave him a date in return after his family gave her one. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he had to admit that this was a bit silly. However, it was not bad to have a considerate girl as a sister.

Li Ying came in from outside, glanced at the two children, and said, "Ping'er, take Xiao He out to play. Children should not stay in the house all the time. It's vacation time, so go out and play to your heart's content!"

Su Ping glanced at his father imperceptibly, said hello, and took the little girl Xiao He out for a walk nearby.

Less than two miles away is a small hill with a few fruit trees growing on it. Since they are not planted by humans, anyone who wants to eat the fruits can just pick them themselves.

But it is not the ripe season yet. There are only a few sparse fruits on it, and they are half green and half red and yellow. You can tell at a glance that they are not edible.

The two children sat on two stones under the tree, eating the crispy dates they brought from home and chatting about random things.

"Brother Su Ping, is the private school fun?"

"Private schools are places for studying, not for playing."

"Wouldn't Brother Su Ping be very tired every day, and also get scolded?!"

"What? Who told you that? The Master is a saint. He won't scold or beat you unless you have committed a serious crime. Besides, it's just reading books, talking about ambitions, practicing point shooting, etc. It's not that tiring."

"Xiao He heard from the uncles and aunts in the neighborhood and the older children. They all said that Brother Su Ping was suffering there."

"Don't listen to them, they are confusing right and wrong!" Su Ping frowned slightly. This inexplicable rumor was really outrageous.

"Oh." Xiao He nodded, propped his chin with both hands, and then asked: "What is it like inside the private school? Are there a lot of people and books?"

"Yes, there are quite a few people, and there are several rooms of books, all of which belong to the master. But the master agreed to let us read them, as long as they are not damaged."

"Brother Su Ping, are you very knowledgeable now? Can you teach others to read and write in the future?"

"I can't teach you how to read. You have to want to learn it yourself. If you want to learn to read, I can help you."

"Can Brother Su Ping teach me too?"

"If you want to learn, of course you can, but you can't give up halfway."

"Well, Xiaohe will definitely work hard and learn all the characters!"

"Silly girl." Su Ping held his forehead with his hand, "How can anyone recognize all the characters in the world?"

"Then, I want to be like Brother Su Ping, recognize as many characters, and read as many books."

"why?"

"Because, Dad said, I should learn from Brother Su Ping!"

"Okay..." Su Ping was speechless.

After a short silence, the little girl seemed to have endless things to say, and then asked, "By the way, why did Brother Su Ping suddenly come back today?"

"Everyone in the city has to go to worship their ancestors. I have three days off. It would be boring for me to stay in the private school alone. I might as well go home and take a walk."

"Then we don't need to worship our ancestors?"

"I don't have the time to talk to Mora. Besides, who knows where their ancestors are buried?" Su Ping realized that this topic was not suitable to talk about with this naive child, so he said firmly: "Don't worry about this little crane. It has nothing to do with us anyway."

"Okay... I'll listen to Brother Su Ping!" Xiao He paused and asked, "Brother Su Ping, can we celebrate the Moon-Chasing Festival together this year?"

"Of course you can if your aunt agrees."