Original God: Coconut sheep breeder, Ganyu was raised by me

"No!" Zhuoyang shook his head.

"Then there are others? Tell me quickly!" Gui Zhong became excited immediately after hearing this.

It seems that no one can dislike gossip, and the devil is no exception.

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Yang immediately rolled her eyes and said, "You are a virgin who has lived for thousands of years, can you please not talk about this topic..."

When Gui Zhong heard this, her face turned red. She never expected that one day, she would be embarrassed in front of a junior.

"If you want to ask me for advice, I will tell you everything I know!" Zhuoyang gave a wicked smile and looked at Guizhong.

"Okay, just tell me!" Gui Zhong's competitive spirit suddenly rose up. She didn't think Zhuo Yang could have any insights.

"When it comes to dating, the most important thing is to take the initiative! You have to take the initiative to understand the other person's preferences and then cater to their preferences."

"Of course, you also need to be careful to maintain your mystery and not let the other person see through you right away."

Zhuoyang looked at Guizhong and talked freely.

After listening to a few words, Gui Zhong lost interest immediately. Just like what most people in the market said, there was nothing special about it.

Zhuo Yang naturally saw through it and said with a smile: "If conventional methods don't work, then use my special trick!"

When Gui Zhong heard this, he immediately listened attentively.

"Just drug him, take his body first, then slowly get his heart!"

With a "bang", an exquisite teacup instantly brushed against Zhuoyang's cheek and hit the wall.

Seeing this, Zhuoyang quickly ran out the door.

……

Three months passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhuoyang still hadn't found Qin Yue, not even a single piece of news.

He gradually lost hope and continued to run his Coconut Sheep Group, producing epoch-making products.

Little Ganyu rode his bicycle around the yard with a very happy smile on his face.

"Brother, look at me, I learned it!" Little Ganyu shouted happily to Zhuoyang.

Zhuoyang then looked over and found that although Xiao Ganyu was shaking, it did not fall over.

"I can still let go of my hands!" Little Ganyu immediately became alert when he saw Zhuoyang looking at him.

As she spoke, she loosened her hands.

Then, without surprise, the bike twisted and she slid face first onto the ground.

Seeing this, Zhuoyang hurried over and helped little Ganyu up.

After the fall, Xiao Ganyu's originally blue skirt was instantly covered with dust.

"Are you okay? You haven't even learned how to walk yet, and you want to run away!" Zhuoyang helplessly patted the dust off her body, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief when he found that she was not injured.

However, Xiao Ganyu didn't care about this and quickly ran to the bicycle that had fallen to the ground.

She checked every part carefully, fearing that her car would be damaged.

Soon, she noticed that the fender above the tire was slightly crooked.

"Senior brother, my car broke down, wuwuwu..." Little Ganyu pointed at the fender and cried to Zhuoyang with grievance.

Zhuoyang looked at the insignificant flaw and laughed inwardly.

He gently straightened the fender and said soothingly, "Okay, it's just a little problem. I've fixed it."

Little Ganyu looked at the bicycle with half belief and half doubt, then looked at Zhuoyang, and only after confirming that it was correct did she burst into laughter.

"Thank you, senior! I will continue practicing and I will definitely surpass you!" After saying that, she got on the bicycle again and started again.

……

Zhuoyang came to the Hillilite camp again and found many stalls outside.

The Qiuqiu people moved between the stalls, and none of the vendors were afraid or disgusted with them.

The vendors' faces were filled with smiles; these hillbillies were simply born gods of wealth.

Not only do they never bargain, they also never accept returns, and the money is settled on the spot without any delay.

Besides, when they set up stalls here to sell things, the prices are three times higher than those in Liyue city.

"Sir, you have a good eye. This is the crystallization of the wisdom of our ancestors, the so-called Dream Gyro, which can..."

The vendor explained to a smaller hillbilly while holding a spinning top in his hand.

The little hillbilly man couldn't understand anything and could only look at the vendor in confusion.

The vendor seemed to have had experience, and immediately held up three fingers and said, "Only three hundred Moras, three hundred Moras can bring the commander home!

The little hillman thought for a moment and seemed a little hesitant.

Upon seeing this, the vendor immediately demonstrated to the little hill man how to spin a top.

After watching the demonstration, the little hill man's eyes lit up and he happily took out three hundred Mora.

It picked up the top and left the stall happily.

When Zhuo Yang saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh: "These hillbillies are really naive..."

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard someone behind him shouting, "Hey, young man, do you want to take a look at our merchandise?"

Zhuoyang looked back and saw a middle-aged hillbilly looking at him with a smile on his face.

Zhuoyang walked over curiously and found that the stall was filled with all kinds of strange and weird things.

The middle-aged hillbilly introduced enthusiastically: "This is the latest weapon developed by our hillbilly people. It can launch steel balls and is hundreds of times more powerful than a bow and crossbow..."

Zhuoyang frowned slightly. Could it be that his own Hillichul men were killed?

After all, this was different from the gyroscope just now. He was 100% sure that only the Hillichul camp had the musket he developed.

However, he quickly overturned his idea because he saw with his own eyes many Hillilians taking bows and crossbows and other items to pawn.

Zhuoyang was already cursing in his heart, they were all traitors, they mortgaged their weapons just for a bite to eat and a toy?

"Do you want more? You don't have a better weapon here!" The vendor saw Zhuoyang playing with it for a while and then leaving, and immediately shouted loudly.

Zhuoyang didn't even turn his head and walked in one direction.

"For only three hundred Mora, this beautiful hairpin can be yours!" The vendor took out a hairpin and waved it in front of the little hillman.

Seeing this, Zhuoyang hurried over.

There's nothing he can do about it, since he's the one who pays the salaries of these hill people.

When he thought about these vendors setting up stalls and selling their wares at prices several times higher than the market price, he became so angry that he wanted to kick the Hilliard Shaman to death.

If he can't even monitor such an abnormal situation, what else do we need him for!

"You charge 300 Moras for a hairpin like this?" Zhuoyang walked up to the stall owner and asked loudly and mercilessly.