Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

In the days that followed, Su Ping went back and forth between selling cakes, going home to write and rest, and going to Wanwen Collection from time to time to collect money.

Of course, the ingredients for making pastries are not enough just relying on the food ingredients produced by Su Ping and Uncle Zhang's family.

Therefore, before the raw materials ran out, Su Ping went to the neighboring West Village and purchased a large amount of raw materials, not only dates and peanuts, but also almonds, milk, and various fruits.

The reason why he was able to succeed in the transaction was, on the one hand, because he had Uncle Zhang to help him get to know the guy, and on the other hand, the price difference was not much, but he could sell the items at home, which was more convenient.

Compared to pushing them to Liyue Harbor and doing business like begging for food, they would rather sell them directly at home.

As for why we don’t purchase directly from Nancun, it’s mainly because we’re afraid that they’ll be jealous. After all, the raw materials are sold at a very low price, but after a little processing, they can make a fortune. Who can accept that?

In the past, when they sold the goods to merchants in Liyue Harbor, they had no choice. But if they were from the same village, that would be a different story.

At this time, Su Ping, who had doubled the family income in just a few months, was helping his father with rehabilitation training in front of his home.

Su Ping supported his father and walked slowly, step by step, very slowly, like a child who was just beginning to learn to walk.

Back then, Su Yue also used his broad hands to support this weak child, walking across the ground little by little towards his future.

Life is like this sometimes. The same thing happens again in the same place, and it’s still the same people, but the positions have changed slightly.

Su Yue, a child who was once thought to need someone to help him learn to walk, now walked with firm steps and protected him with a pair of big hands, fearing that he would fall or get hurt.

After a sudden transformation, he has become Su Ping, whose hands and body are still not that big, but can make people feel at ease. He pays close attention to every step, fearing that his father will fall.

In fact, there have been similar things. Su Ping once fell asleep holding his mother's hand and lying on the edge of the bed. When he was very young, his mother did the same to him.

But at that time, there were no tears...

"Dad, we've been gone for a while. Do you want to take a break?" Su Ping asked with concern, looking at his father's slightly older face.

Su Yue wanted to hold on, but the pain in his waist was like a strong stop, warning him not to overwork himself.

"Okay..." When Su Yue spoke, his voice was obviously tired. It was not physical tiredness, but mental fatigue.

Su Ping helped his father to lean against the wall and sit on a stool. He also pulled a stool for himself. The father and son sat together in front of the house, as if they were inspecting their own territory.

A breeze blew past him. Su Ping raised his hand slightly, feeling the wind that was within reach but could not be grasped.

Silence is the norm. Su Ping usually goes out early and comes back late, while Su Yue stays at home every day and doesn't know much about what is happening outside, so he speaks even less.

Occasionally, Su Ping would talk more with his father, but he was the one doing all the talking, and his father would just make some simple responses, as if... following his instructions.

It was almost the same now. Su Ping took back his hand that was about to touch the wind and supported his chin, saying slowly: "Dad, shall I buy you some new clothes for this Lantern Festival?"

Su Yue immediately shook his head, looking determined, as if he would only refute his son on the matter of spending money on him.

"Just buy me one set, as a way to celebrate my prosperous business?" Su Ping moved closer, looked up at his father, and smiled, "Dad, just agree!"

Su Yue opened his mouth slightly but still did not answer. The embarrassment in his eyes betrayed him, making this man of steel seem unable to raise his head in front of his son.

After a long time, Su Yue's hoarse voice came out slowly: "Dad, don't want it, just buy one for yourself."

"Mine is still wearable." Su Ping looked at his own clothes, which were only patched with a few patches. Compared with his father's clothes, which were made of rough cloth like a sieve, they were simply incomparable.

But then, Su Ping's eyes flashed, and he smiled cunningly: "Dad, actually the money is enough. It's more than enough to buy one for each of us. What do you think?"

Seeing that Su Yue's expression remained unchanged, Su Ping advised again: "Just agree to it. You should wear new clothes during the Lantern Festival. A new year brings new hope. Maybe you will have better luck next year!"

"Besides, I may be making money now. Three hundred thousand Mora a month is not a lot. I will spend a little, just a little, to buy two new sets of clothes for us, and a set for Uncle Zhang, Aunt Zhang, and Xiao Cui. What do you think?"

Perhaps it was because of Su Ping's constant persuasion, or perhaps it was because he felt that his son was so filial and couldn't bear to let him down, Su Yue finally gave in.

However, he still told Su Ping not to buy him anything too expensive, just pick one at random and get himself something decent so that he could go out and do business.

Of course Su Ping couldn't do that, but he still said yes, with a faint smile on his face, pure and beautiful.

Thinking about what he had just said, that three hundred thousand a month was not a lot, Su Ping's smile was filled with self-mockery, because he had lied. In fact, three hundred thousand was not something he could just throw away at will.

Although the Mora earned from selling snacks is indeed very fast, the tax is relatively higher than other taxes. Otherwise, Liyue Harbor would have been full of snack tycoons.

Of course, it is not impossible to realize the dream of becoming a millionaire through this path. As long as Su Ping works from sunrise to sunset every day without resting in between, it is indeed possible.

However, for a mortal like Su Ping, this possibility is absolutely impossible. How could anyone cook the whole time without taking a break, eating or drinking for a whole day?

At least Su Ping has not encountered such a tough colleague so far. If there really is one, he can only admit that he is not as skilled as the other and admit defeat.

In the afternoon, Su Ping helped his father to rest in the house, then went out alone to the westernmost part of the village to pick up the monthly medicine. The cost was still the usual 50,000 Mora.

Holding a few prescriptions in his hand, Su Ping did not go home immediately, but went in another direction, a place he had not been to for a long time, but was the home of Jiang Youyi, whom he often visited recently.

Jiang Youyi's father, this old man with some knowledge and some etiquette, always likes to sit at the door, either busy with a carving knife in his hand, or emptying his mind and reflecting on himself.

At this moment, his weathered eyes moved and fell on the child who was slowly walking towards him. His face, like an old book, smiled slightly, kind and gentle.

"Little prodigy, you came here to look for an old man like me. Are you here for no reason, or are you just visiting me for no reason?"

"That's all." Su Ping smiled back.

Since Su Ping came more often, the old man became closer to him, a half-grown boy, to the point that he referred to himself as "this old man".

The old man said, with curiosity flashing in his eyes, "Tell me about it."

"I would like to ask Mr. Jiang to make a walking stick for my father."

"That's not difficult. Have you found any good materials? Or do you want me to choose one for you?"

"Please, Mr. Jiang, choose one for me. The specific price..."

"Mora is exempted this time!"

Without waiting for Su Ping to finish his words, the old man made his decision with a resolute look in his eyes.

"Mr. Jiang, this is inappropriate."

"Whether it's suitable or not is up to people to decide. Since I said it, then it must be suitable. Don't shirk your responsibility. I've known you for such a long time, and I haven't given you a gift yet. It's really unacceptable!"

"If there is a gift, it should be given by the younger generation to the elders, right?"

"How could that be? Whose family does this?" Old Jiang asked in confusion. He really wanted to know from the half-grown child which family did this.

Su Ping was silent, and suddenly he had nothing to say. Then he realized that this old man was probably doing it on purpose, so that he would take his silence as his consent.

As expected, the old man said when Su Ping was silent: "If you don't say anything, I will take it as your consent. Consent is half of the agreement. Then it's settled. Whenever you need it, if it's urgent, I will start working now!"

Su Ping looked at the old man. It was easy to see the determination in his eyes. That was his lifelong persistence and a choice that could not be changed by others.

After a slight sigh, Su Ping could only nod his head and said, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

Mr. Jiang smiled brightly and nodded in satisfaction, saying, "That's right!"

Su Ping looked at him and suddenly felt that after getting to know him, the old man who seemed a bit stubborn turned out to be somewhat cute.

……

That night, the road was deserted and the wind whistled past, blowing against the walls of the wooden house, like the sobbing of someone unknown.

Inside the house, the doors and windows were closed and no wind came in, but the candle flame was still flickering, making the vision of the person sitting at the table flicker.

Su Ping rubbed his temples, then replaced the nearly burned-out candle with a new one, lest he continue reading, which would hurt his eyes.

He was holding a letter in his hand, which was sent by a group of readers through Wanwen Collection. There were several piles of letters on the floor beside his bed.

Every time after writing, taking a short break, or before going to bed, Su Ping would pick out a few letters to read. After a few months, he had read most of them.

Most of them were similar words of praise, or asking about the ending, and asking Su Ping to write back to them. There were less than twenty people who actually wanted to write a letter.

Like the letter in Su Ping's hand, the words are beautifully written, and the several key points raised are also tenable.

The reader wrote in great detail in the letter about the plot, the treatment of the characters, and the twists and turns in the plot.

Even Su Ping felt that he had benefited a lot and improved a little.

After reading for a while, Su Ping put the letter away, turned around, walked to the bed, and lay down.

After the child covered himself with the quilt, he turned sideways, with half of his cheek resting on the old pillow, closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep.