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

"Bad guy, I won't talk to you anymore!" Little Ganyu pouted, looking unhappy.

"Okay, okay, you are not a coconut sheep, but a unicorn, okay!" Zhuoyang smiled and comforted quickly.

Little Ganyu seemed determined and just stared at Zhuoyang without saying a word.

"Do you want to eat this?" Zhuoyang smiled and took out a bag of spicy strips.

Little Ganyu's eyes lit up when she saw this. This was her best weapon to recruit new disciples in the school.

Likewise, she loves to eat!

Xiao Ganyu nodded, his eyes full of desire.

"Oh, since you're not talking, it seems like you don't want it anymore!" Zhuoyang shook his head, tore open a bag, and started eating it happily.

"It smells so good, how can it be so delicious!"

Little Ganyu's saliva was almost flowing out, but he still insisted on not speaking and nodded frantically.

Zhuoyang pretended not to see it and ate another one.

"Senior brother, I was just joking with you. You are a good person, a very good person!" Little Ganyu couldn't bear it anymore, so he ran over and hugged Zhuoyang's legs.

"Yeah, I think so too!" Zhuoyang ate another one with a smile.

"Senior Brother, I want to eat too!" Little Ganyu raised his head, his eyes sparkling.

"If you want to eat it, I'll give it to you!" Zhuoyang smiled and handed the packaging bag to Xiao Ganyu.

Upon seeing this, little Ganyu immediately smiled happily, opened the package and prepared to feast on the food.

However, the package was opened and only some chili oil was left.

"Wow, wow, wow..." Little Ganyu finally couldn't hold it in anymore and started crying loudly. How could you bully the Coconut Sheep like this!

"What's wrong? Are you crying because of the spicy food?" Zhuoyang didn't try to comfort her, but teased her with a smile.

"Oh, I told you not to eat too much, now you're crying because of the spiciness!" Zhuoyang was still making sarcastic remarks. It was really like shrimp and pig heart!

“Ahhh…” Little Ganyu didn’t tolerate Zhuoyang either. He roared loudly and used the horns on his head to butt Zhuoyang’s horns.

"It's over, it's over, the coconut sheep hit someone!" Zhuoyang said while grabbing her horns with both hands with a smile.

Little Ganyu saw that he couldn't move forward, but he still pushed back hard.

"Okay, if you hit it again, the sheep's horns will break!" Seeing this and seeing that it was time to go to school, Zhuoyang quickly persuaded.

However, little Ganyu remained unmoved. Today he was determined to be irreconcilable with this bad senior brother!

"Okay, I'll give you a pack, otherwise you'll be late for school!" Zhuoyang smiled and immediately gave his conditions for surrender.

"Hmph!" Little Ganyu was unmoved. How could she, a dignified Coconut Sheep, give up her principles for a bag of spicy strips!

"Okay, two packs, this is my bottom line!" Zhuoyang said, pretending to be embarrassed.

"Hehe, OK!" Xiao Ganyu agreed immediately after hearing this and relieved herself of her strength. Of course, she was almost out of strength.

"There's really nothing I can do about you. You're too oily and spicy. Even the ball won't be able to describe you!" Zhuoyang spread his hands helplessly and took out two bags of spicy strips.

Little Ganyu just stared with eyes wide open, as if afraid that Zhuoyang would be eaten up again.

"Here, check if there are two packs!" Zhuoyang spread out his hands, and two packs of spicy strips appeared in his palms.

After Xiao Ganyu took it, he immediately checked it carefully. When he found that there was no problem, he nodded with a smile.

"Let's go, I'll take you to school!" Zhuoyang smiled and picked up the schoolbag with one hand.

"Okay!" Little Ganyu responded and immediately followed happily.

"The schoolbag is so heavy. I will figure out the papermaking method in a few days and you can carry it by yourself..." Zhuoyang seemed to have thought of something happy and had a smile on his face.

……

"Your Majesty, here is the wood of this month!"

As soon as Zhuoyang arrived at the Qiuqiu camp, the Qiuqiu shaman greeted him warmly and took Zhuoyang straight to the place where the wood was stored.

"Well, not bad!" Zhuoyang nodded with satisfaction and then went to the training ground.

The hillbillies were waving their sticks in unison, and there seemed to be some order in their movements.

"Your Majesty, they are all training according to the training methods you gave, and their strength has been greatly improved!" Qiuqiu Shaman immediately explained when he saw Zhuoyang's gaze cast over.

Zhuoyang nodded, then walked forward and said to the hill people: "Comrades, thank you for your hard work!"

At the same time, he waved and smiled, looking very official.

Unfortunately, these hillbillies didn’t pay any attention to Zhuoyang’s intention at all and just stared at him blankly!

If Zhuoyang wasn't the king, they would probably think he was some idiot from nowhere.

Upon seeing this, Zhuo Yang immediately put down his hand in embarrassment and said to the Qiuqiu Shaman:

"Old Qiu, these soldiers are still not very good. We need to increase the intensity of their training! We need to make them sweat more in peacetime so that they can bleed less in war..."

Zhuoyang's long speech left even the wisest Qiuqiu Shaman confused.

But he didn't dare to ask, he could only nod with a smile and say that the king was right.

"Okay, let's go and take a look at the long-range crossbowmen!" Zhuoyang waved his hand and left the training ground of the Stick Hillbillies.

Suddenly, as soon as he entered the archery hillbillies' training ground, a rain of arrows shot rapidly towards his face.

Zhuoyang stretched out his hand and immediately grabbed the arrow.

Seeing this, the hillbilly who was shooting the arrow immediately ran over in panic.

Zhuo Yang was a little amused when he saw this. He had only been king for a few days, and he had already met Jing Ke.

Seeing this, Qiuqiu Shaman immediately scolded: "What do you want to do? The target is over there, what do you mean by shooting over here!"

The Hilliard Archer lowered his head and remained silent, just like most students who made mistakes.

Zhuoyang didn't say anything. He took a look at the hill archers in the distance and immediately felt disappointed.

These are all old, weak, sick and disabled people. Even most of the Hillichurls can’t even pull a bow.

"Forget it, forget it. I don't want to say anything. I'll improve it later!" Zhuoyang shook his head. The bow was too difficult for them, so let's change it to a crossbow.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry to disappoint you. We still have torches!" Upon seeing this, Qiuqiu Shaman immediately took Zhuoyang away from the scene, fearing that he would get high blood pressure from anger.

"Wait..." Suddenly, the Hilliard man saw Zhuoyang and the other two leaving, and hurriedly chased after them.

Zhuoyang and Qiuqiu Shaman were both stunned. Could it be that he was slow to react and only remembered to apologize now?

"Your Majesty, my bow and arrow..." The hillbilly raised his head, stretched out his hand sincerely, and looked at Zhuoyang.

Upon hearing this, Zhuoyang handed over the bow and arrow with an expressionless face.

His dream of unifying Teyvat was completely shattered at this moment. His Hill Culli Empire completely collapsed at this moment.

A deep sense of loss swept through his heart, and only then did he realize that there was an insurmountable gap between the Qiuqiu people and other humans!