Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The Sea Lantern Festival passed in a scene of universal celebration and excitement.

The people of Liyue Harbor resumed work, and many shops opened before dawn, hoping to welcome customers of the new year as early as possible.

In early February, the dragon raises its head.

Su Ping sat at the table, looking at the half-finished fifth volume, and shook his head slightly.

His recent creations have indeed been much slower, but he has more time to polish his works. However, comparatively speaking, his royalties are also slow to come.

"The bookstores should be open today. Let's go submit the fourth volume first and get the new book fee. Otherwise, I'll have to borrow money from Uncle Zhang again this month."

Speaking of borrowing money, Su Ping felt a little uncomfortable. After all, it was the money he earned himself that was most enjoyable and reassuring to spend.

"Dad, I'm going to submit an article to the bookstore in Liyue Harbor. I'll be back at noon. There are two steamed buns in the pot. I'll get them for you."

Su Ping looked back at his father, then got up and went to the kitchen to get the two steamed buns that were still warm in the pot.

The New Year's goods I earned from writing before the New Year have long been eaten up. These two steamed buns were newly bought and were the only food left in the house.

It was all thanks to the money note Uncle Zhang gave them last time, otherwise they, father and son, would have had to starve after buying medicine during the auspicious time of the first month of the year.

Su Yue knew that his son was worried, so he did not speak as he did before, but let him arrange it.

But when Su Ping put the steamed buns beside his bed and prepared to go out, he said, "Go slowly on the way."

“Got it.” Su Ping turned around and smiled, then stepped out of the door, carrying the manuscript in his arms, and walked towards Liyue Harbor.

This year, Su Ping is nine years old. He still looks like a half-grown child, but amid his immaturity, he has shown some determination. Not much, but it is there for sure.

This is the proof of a child who once had a happy family, after having experienced a lot in this world. It is also the manifestation of the transformation of an already weathered soul.

He no longer thought about anything. The future was still far away and he could enjoy the present. He had not thought like that since his mother passed away.

From now on, Su Ping must strive, be self-reliant, make a lot of money, heal his father's back injury, let his father live a good life, help Uncle Zhang's family, and pay back the many things he owed.

This will inevitably lead Su Ping to live a busy life in the future, but he will not be unaccustomed to it, after all, this is how he lived in his previous life.

Even if it happens again, so what?

The seemingly young child, passing by the snack street of Chihuyan, glanced at the vendors and thought that when he was old enough, he could come here and earn some pocket money.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to work now, but he is really restricted by his age. The recruitment advertisements posted at the doors of those snack bars have a line of words clearly marked.

"No children under thirteen are accepted!"

This is a regulation set by Liyue law, which is intended to prevent people from maliciously making ill-gotten gains, and it has indeed played a significant role.

Su Ping sighed lightly, then quickened his pace. Without lingering on the scenery on the road, he went straight to the Wanwen Collection, submitted the fourth volume, and took the remaining royalties.

The two poems, plus the previous three volumes of novels, accumulated to 150,000 Mora in less than a year.

This money solved Su Ping's family's urgent needs, but it couldn't last long, because the medicine his father needed cost 50,000 Mora a month.

With the food for the family and some other expenses, these 150,000 Mora seem a little insufficient.

However, Su Ping had a good idea, a way to make quick money, which was to write poems for Nan Zhangsheng.

You get paid immediately when you write, so your writing can be a little rougher. Although it's not as steady as publishing your own work, the money comes quickly.

Su Ping thought so, and then asked for three volumes of his own books. Then he said goodbye to Ji Fang's father, the real owner of Wanwen Collection, and walked out of the door in the direction of Chunxiang Kiln.

This is a bit like making dirty money, which is despised by most people, but no one can deny the convenience brought by doing so.

Outside Chunxiang Kiln, Su Ping asked Ying'er, who was standing at the door waiting for customers, with anticipation, but his expression froze as soon as the woman opened her mouth.

"Master Su is here to look for the young master? If he knew, he would be so happy that he would shout. Unfortunately, it's a bit unfortunate that the young master is not at home right now, so the master has made a wasted trip!"

"So, will he tell me when he will be back?" Su Ping asked.

"No, Xiao Zhangsheng has gone abroad and is no longer in Liyue. I don't know when he will be back!"

Su Ping nodded, thanked him, turned around and left. Since he couldn't make quick money, he would look for another way. Liyue Harbor has so many industries, there must be one or two ways that even a child can find.

In fact, Su Ping knew more than just Nan Zhangsheng, there was another rich young man named Li Zide.

However, Su Ping thought that the inner heart of this playboy was unusual, and he had never expressed the intention of buying poems before, so Su Ping would not go to him unless it was absolutely necessary.

As for Liu Hui, this woman actually had no ill will towards Su Ping, but if Su Ping came to her house in person and offered to exchange poetry for money, who knows what would happen?

Therefore, Su Ping looked at the sky and saw that it was still far from noon, so he went to the commercial street for a stroll.

What we saw along the way were high-end gold and silver, practical household groceries, exquisite and gorgeous clothes, and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

A wide variety of goods have created this prosperous and diverse street, and the identities of those who come here to do business vary greatly.

After walking around, Su Ping walked to a flower shop. There were only a few people in the shop, which seemed a bit deserted compared to the bustling outside.

The owner of the store is a middle-aged woman with a thin face. Perhaps the business in the store is not good, so she has a sad look on her face.

Su Ping stood there for a while, until the boss looked over, then he spoke slowly, "Boss, do you have flower seeds for sale in your store?"

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, and looked at Su Ping imperceptibly. With her eyes flickering, she came up with an idea.

"Yes, I do, but now that I have taken them out and the seeds have seen the light, they can no longer remain in my hands. I have to sell them. Do you understand?"

Su Ping nodded slightly. He stayed here because he had an idea. Otherwise, who would have nothing to do and stand in the flower shop?

Seeing some hesitation in the middle-aged woman's eyes, Su Ping knew that she was looking at the person to serve him. His coarse clothes and his age made her suspicious.

She probably thought that Su Ping was a fool who came here to play a prank on her. After all, kids who looked like they lived in the countryside usually didn't have any money.

"How many flower seeds can I buy with these 30,000 Moras?" Su Ping took out a banknote from his arms and said lightly.

The middle-aged woman took a closer look at the money in Su Ping's hand, then relaxed her brows a little and said with a smile, "You can buy a lot, but it depends on you, the customer, what kind of flowers you want to buy."

Su Ping smiled, and was not in a hurry to ask what flower seeds he wanted to buy. Instead, he said calmly: "Does your flower seeds have to be unopened and planted later to be sure that they will grow and survive?"

"Of course. The flowers in our store are definitely able to stand the test. As long as they are cultivated properly, they will bloom beautifully!"

The middle-aged woman grinned and said that just for this order, it was not a small business for her.

"Well, pick more white flowers that are easy to grow, and then ask for some with a long growth cycle, good meanings, and auspicious colors."

"Okay, I'll get it for you, customer."

The middle-aged woman turned around and went back into the room, while Su Ping stood there, quietly looking at the flowers in the store. Their conversation did not disturb others, so they just looked at their own things.

Su Ping's gaze fell on a bunch of white flowers. The flowers were not brightly colored, and they did not have the meaning of a hundred flowers competing for the spring. Instead, they were like orchids in the rain, at peace with the world.

Next to it are several bouquets of completely different flowers, bright red and gorgeous, which make people feel passionate and unrestrained, as well as a sense of joy.

These flowers look like they can be used to worship ancestors, and they are different from the flowers bought for festivals. This is why Su Fangcai mentioned these two kinds of flowers.

If the boss understood and did not use other flowers or waste flower seeds to fool Su Ping, then the business could last for a long time.

After all, the flowers in this store looked good in terms of quality and color. Although Su Ping didn't know much about flowers, he still had the taste to appreciate them.

After waiting for a while, the middle-aged woman came quickly to Su Ping with five bags of things and said with a smile: "These are the flower seeds you want. The three bags above are easy to grow. The rest require some experience."

Su Ping took the five bags of flower seeds and continued, "Do you have any brochures or books on plant cultivation? And a bag of flower fertilizer, how much does it cost in total?"

"There is a booklet about raising flowers. I can sell the flowers you want at a lower price of 5,000. The fertilizer is not expensive, so I'll charge you 2,000 Mora."

The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "The total is thirty-seven thousand Mora. Pay it now. We will not accept credit."

Su Ping smiled, took the bill, gave him the change, and said slowly, "Let's try it out first and see the results. If it's good, I'll come back to buy from you next time!"

"Of course, that's fine. The flowers in our store are absolutely fair and the prices are reasonable. Please take your time, sir."

After Su Ping walked out of the store, the middle-aged woman said something leisurely, as if she was waiting for him to return as a customer.

Su Ping glanced at the things he was carrying and said to himself, "This price is similar to what I heard along the way. Let's see if it's really fair."

"Hehe... You can't sell flowers forever. You should find the right season and the right place to sell them. That way it will be easier to clear out the stock!"

"A shopkeeper doesn't need to run out and worry about these things, but for me, it's just perfect..."

Su Ping smiled and strode on the stone slabs on the ground, heading outside Liyue Harbor and towards his home.