Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

In the days that followed, business went on as usual. Su Ping went out early and came back late, and although his life was tiring, it was fulfilling.

Whenever Mora put the money in his arms, he would feel extremely at ease. This sense of security eventually became his confidence, allowing him to begin to show a little bit of business acumen.

The first is the flower market. Su Ping knows that he cannot make much profit in this area now, so he is ready to stop the loss in time. He wants to sell all the remaining ones that he just planted this year and focus on the snack industry.

Then he can expand from that point to the surface, letting the money make money, until he can live his life without worries, and then he can stop and think about other things.

Of course, to get to the point where money makes money, a fundamental basis is required, either his books have that much appeal, or the snack stand is replaced by a restaurant.

Only then can Su Ping's business ideas be truly brought into play.

"Can you really go by yourself? Or you can let your uncle come with you!" Uncle Zhang advised with a worried look on his face.

Su Ping waved his hand and said slowly: "Don't worry, I'm not a child anymore, I'm just pushing a cart."

"This..." Uncle Zhang looked at Su Ping's petite body, then at the cart that could directly block him, still feeling uneasy.

Su Ping noticed his hesitation and smiled helplessly: "It's okay, didn't you say at the time that people have been pushing carts since my age, so I can't fall behind!"

"I'll be fine. Please be careful on the road. I promise you, okay?"

Uncle Zhang did not agree immediately, but looked at the determined look on Su Ping's face, finally pursed his lips, and nodded.

"Be careful on the road."

"Got it." Su Ping grabbed the handlebars on both sides with both hands, then pushed the ground hard and pushed away.

Uncle Zhang stood there and looked at him for a few seconds before turning around and walking away. Of course, he also had to work, otherwise how would his family live?

Su Ping was still a little uncomfortable at the beginning because he couldn't control the direction well and was always easily confused, especially on the muddy road with many potholes, which made it even more difficult.

Fortunately, he was not too stupid, and he gradually mastered some skills in the process of pushing the cart, which reduced some of the burden on his body. After all, he was only ten years old, and it was still a little difficult for him to push a cart of this size.

The road is long, and Su Ping deeply understands the meaning of this word. When he thought he was almost at Liyue Harbor, he was actually only halfway there.

Su Ping's condition at the moment could only be described as sweating profusely. His clothes were all soaked, his hair hung down in front of his forehead, and he looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his head, but immediately more beads of sweat began to fall, as if they would never stop flowing.

He took a deep breath and tried to hold on. Even though it was meaningless, he still wanted to hold on and see where his limit was.

After one step, two steps, Su Ping loosened his hands and almost fell forward. Fortunately, he adjusted himself in time, stood up with great difficulty, and squatted down little by little.

Crackling!

This was the sound of his legs and hips, as crisp as spring water flowing over pebbles, pleasant to the ear but not very moving, because the pain it brings can only be truly understood by those who have experienced it.

The feeling of blacking out, feeling like your body no longer exists, and as if you are about to exhale your last breath at any moment, is unforgettable.

Su Ping sat down against the cart. When his eyes regained their sight, he even forgot how he had forced himself to sit down despite the pain.

After his breathing calmed down a bit, Su Ping laughed at himself in his heart: "Who cares about the training method? Pushing the cart once is enough to push it ten or a hundred times! It's just easy to get hurt... that's also the truth."

Too much training intensity would indeed make people exhausted, and their muscles would not be able to recover in the next few days. Anyway, Su Ping knew that he should not try to be brave again after this time.

It is undeniable that he is currently ten years old and cannot do any physical work. Even if he is forced to do some light exercise every day, such as walking back and forth to Liyue Harbor every day, it is still not enough.

Su Ping leaned his head against the cart with his eyes half closed, as if he had no strength left and could hardly open his eyes.

"There is still half the distance to go, and then we have to push it back..."

Su Ping grinned. He had to finish the evil he had done. Otherwise, if the same thing happened again next time, it would be hard to gain the trust of others.

After resting for a long time, Su Ping stood up slowly, grabbed the handlebars again, and pushed forward with all his strength.

This is his persistence, even though it seems meaningless and will make him exhausted. He would be like a fool if he continues doing it.

But Su Ping still did not give up. He had experienced the wind and snow, and also encountered the beauty after that. He knew that the only way to face the beauty was to break through himself.

His soul, which is older than his appearance, is still unwilling to admit defeat in this life. Perhaps it is his youth again that has made him so stubborn.

The children pushed the cart, pushing it towards Liyue Harbor without stopping.

At the same time, in another place on the continent of Teyvat, there was also a car and a child, but the difference was that he was sitting in it and did not need to push the car.

The child is still very young, and looks to be only eight years old. However, his tender face already shows that he will have a heroic future, and if nothing unexpected happens, he will be a handsome young man.

Sitting in the slow-moving carriage, the child yawned heavily and fell to the side, seeming to be drowsy.

Opposite the child was a graceful woman with her black hair tied up, leaving only a few strands hanging beside her eyebrows, adding a bit of charm.

Seeing the child fall to the side, the woman's tired and bloodshot eyes trembled. Then she realized that the child was just fooling around. She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled helplessly.

"Little Master, are you sleepy?"

"Fortunately, I've been to so many places and seen so many doctors, but there seems to be no progress at all." Nan Zhangsheng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Don't say that. There is always a way, right?" The woman's voice was soft, and she slowly comforted him, "The world is so big, there is always a way. If it doesn't work this time, there will be another time!"

"You go back to Liyue and rest first. I'll go to the next country to have a look. I heard that the technology in Fontaine is quite advanced. Maybe there is a way!"

Nan Zhangsheng seemed to be in a state of depression, completely different from his usual lively appearance. He said slowly, "Don't be busy anymore. Auntie, you should take a rest too. It can't be cured!"

"Don't say that all the time. The doctors have said that treatment also depends on your attitude. If you keep thinking that it won't get better, then it may be very difficult to get better. Try to change your attitude, okay?"

The woman looked at the child with a sincere voice, and her face was full of fatigue from the recent running around.

Nan Zhangsheng could see all of this, of course, but no matter how he advised directly or spoke with an attitude of self-abandonment, the other party refused to let life go on like this.

It's like the child is a piece of stubborn ice, and the woman is the sunshine that longs to melt the entire piece of ice and warm the pure water after the melt.

In fact, Nan Zhangsheng didn't care about the disease as much as he seemed. He was also afraid of death, but he was completely powerless and unable to solve the problem of this disease.

"The only way to deal with the demon scale disease is to wait until then. Everything else is in vain and a waste of time."

Nan Zhangsheng murmured in his heart. These words were completely different from the cheerfulness he showed when looking at the sun. They were his habit when he often talked to himself in his mind.

"Alas, there is no Death Star in the sea, no Jade Pavilion in the sky, and the Hall of All People has not yet opened. We have to wait at least another ten years!"

Thinking this way, he told himself not to rush, there was still time, there was still time for everything.

The woman saw that the child didn't say anything. Her already dizzy head became even more confused. She frowned slightly and said, "Zhang Sheng."

"Hey." Nan Zhangsheng turned and looked at her.

The two looked at each other but did not speak again, because she saw that there was no frustration in his eyes, because he saw the hard work she was carrying.

At this moment, it seemed that no words were needed, they could understand what the other person wanted to say. This feeling of mutual understanding despite having no blood relationship made them not relatives, but better than relatives.

When their eyes met, they smiled suddenly, but only they knew why they were smiling.

"Will you write a book again when you go back this time?"

"Write, why not? I just need to prepare some throat-soothing tea. My throat can be easily hurt!"

Yinan's hands were too weak to hold a pen to write, so he dictated the words and Ying'er wrote them down.

"What are you going to write this time? Or the one about the down-and-out boy who got his engagement broken off? Or the one about the bastard prince who got into the underworld?"

"I have finished writing these two books and am preparing to start a new one. Hmm...how about I tell you about it first?" Nan Zhangsheng sat up, looked at the woman opposite him and asked.

"Of course!" The woman closed her eyes slightly. She was actually not interested in the content of the novel, she just wanted to listen to the child talk.

Nan Zhangsheng grinned, then coughed twice, and spoke like a storyteller. His words were fluent, but not every word was pearls of wisdom. However, to some people, they sounded very pleasant.

"Life is the greatest miracle in the world. The universe is vast, the starry sky is endless... Humans are actually very lonely... In the lonely universe, nine huge corpses lie quietly there..."

His words were sometimes intermittent, but he still said a lot. The general meaning was that there were nine huge corpses in the universe.

Listening to this bizarre story, the woman couldn't help but ask again: "Where do you get all these inspirations from?"

"That is the scene I saw in my dream, the remaining chapter of my memory, and a long-lost scroll!" Nan Zhangsheng placed one hand on his forehead, sighing deeply.

What he said was indeed correct. He did not write this himself, but rather it was a novel he had read before. Even the sentence he just said was almost copied from it.