Genshin Impact: Wherever you go, all wear and tear will be eliminated

There is a mansion in Liyue called Xie Mo Mansion. In the mansion lives a young man dressed in black as black and with jet-black short hair. He has an ordinary appearance, but his aura of wealth is beyond words.

"Four percent."

"Then I'll bet 30%!"

The young man in black, Mo Feng, and the white-haired woman sitting opposite him were talking to each other. The woman was extremely beautiful, with peach blossom eyes full of autumn water, more beautiful than any other flowers.

Ningguang, the woman from Tianquan Star who was in charge of most of the guilds and shops in Liyue Harbor, said with a sweet smile, "Xiaofeng, how come you are getting less aggressive in your bet as you get older?"

Mo Feng spread his hands and said, "Ningguang's gambling luck is extremely high. I have to admit she is inferior to me, so of course I have to be careful. Besides, since I have been doing business, I have heard the legend of Sister Ningguang everywhere."

Ningguang's smile widened. "Your speaking style is exactly the same as that of the old man back then."

Mo Feng laughed and said, "As Dad's only son, Xiao Lai can't learn his careful calculation and calm attitude, so I have to inherit it. Now I know that although Dad's business is not well-known, it also has a lot of troubles."

If you don't manage a household, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are. Even if you were born in the Mohist school, where you have no worries about food and clothing, and where you can enjoy the best food and drink, you still can't avoid this truth.

As for the bet between the siblings, it was to take out part of their respective chambers of commerce's monthly income, so after the shouting just now, Ningguang said that Mo Feng was timid.

This is purely because I'm afraid of losing.

They are all golden Mora. Even if you put them from your left pocket to your right pocket, they are still money that falls from your hands. It is better to keep them by yourself.

Among Mo Ran's three biological children, the second child loves money the most and is also the best at keeping money.

However, if there is a chance to win, Ningguang's Chamber of Commerce is much larger in scale and number than Mofeng's. You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing the child.

After the daily meaningless chat, the young man in black left through the main gate. Naturally, he was harassed by all kinds of people who were waiting nearby. He greeted them one by one with a smile, gave them a perfunctory greeting, and then left, making the excuse that he had something important to do.

He does things flawlessly and his work style is impeccable.

Yujing Terrace is the office location for all officials of Liyue Harbor, including the Seven Stars. Now one of the law departments is borrowed out and has a sign on the door that says "Do not open unless necessary."

Mo Feng seemed not to see it. He pushed the door open, walked in, and then closed it.

In the department, Yan Fei, who was wearing a red hat and red clothes with long red hair, was worrying about the mountain of legal cases on her desk, but she also needed to do something about it.

Mo Feng greeted her and then turned his gaze to the two lounge chairs and figures beside him.

As everyone knows, the laws of Liyue were created by the God of Dust and his brother, the True Lord of Exorcism, but now both of them are lying on recliners, with peaceful expressions, as if they are enjoying their retirement.

"Dad, aunt, you guys are doing this..." Mo Feng said helplessly.

Mo Ran smiled faintly, calmly and sincerely, "If you and Xiao Lai hadn't taken a fancy to our family, there would be no need to be so busy."

The beauty who walked out of the painting finally returned, raised her sleeves to cover her face, and smiled: "In the blink of an eye, Xiaofeng and Xiaolai also have someone they like. This is much faster than watching Xiaoran create mechanical creations one by one."

Fast, of course. After all, Mo Ran has been a mechanical creator for at least thirty years.

Mo Feng was not afraid of the stage. He spoke righteously to the two relatives who were much older than him, "I can't help falling in love with Sister Shen He. You can't ask me to be pure and free from love, right?"

As he was talking, this young man, who was somewhat famous outside, squatted between two recliners. He did not show any of the impetuousness that a young man should have. He just wanted the elders in his family to give up their seats as soon as possible, and nodded to them in agreement.

It may be that he has good qualities, or it may be that the deeds of these two elders are so beyond his reach that he feels he cannot flatter them, so he appears so well-behaved.

Yan Fei, who has grown into a big girl, is still worried and struggling to find the possibility of changing the law, otherwise her two boys of different ages but of the same generation will have to go to another country to hold their wedding.

Come to think of it, it's also Mo Ran's fault for being too comprehensive when he gave suggestions, and for eliminating some loopholes. As a result, his own children are now having trouble finding a wife and getting married. Perhaps it's the retribution for being too high-spirited in the past?

Of course, no matter how depressed she was, Yan Fei thought about how before she came in, Grandma Ping had repeatedly told her to do a good job, and it was obvious that she didn't want her two friends to get tired, so there was nothing she could do.

Besides, he couldn't let the two great contributors of Liyue work as hard as he did at their old age. It would be absolutely unacceptable.

Yan Fei is no longer the girl who was "led astray" by her grandmother. She is a grown-up girl and knows how to shoulder some responsibilities.

While she was busy, a stool was placed next to her desk, with a cup of tea at a suitable temperature.

Similarly, the other people in the room also had a cup in hand.

Mo Feng drank tea and teased his younger brother who brought him the tea, "Why don't you go pick herbs with Sister Qiqi? What are you doing here?"

Xiao Lai, who inherited the blue hair from his mother, stood there obediently with a tray of tea and water, and rolled his eyes at his brother.

Mo Feng smiled suddenly. The cup of tea in his hand was obviously hotter than that in the hands of others. It wouldn't burn his throat, but he certainly couldn't drink it too much. This was his brother's way of responding to his teasing.

Brothers are close to each other and have lived together for more than ten years. They know whether the other person's fart is good or bad. This kind of communication that is not scheming and has nothing to do with interests is of course even more clear to them.

Mo Ran was protecting his youngest son like any other rich man, saying, "Xiao Lai is more sensible than you, his brother. He knows this is not easy. He has been busy serving tea and water for the past few days. He has not been idle."

Mo Feng chuckled, "It's because Sister Qiqi needs Dad's help that she can restore her body to an adult's appearance. Otherwise, Xiao Lai may not be very diligent."

Mo Ran was not angry at his eldest son's unreasonable behavior and said, "That's a matter between you brothers. You can handle it yourselves."

Xiao Lai didn't say anything. He was a relatively well-behaved child. You couldn't tell this when he was with his peers, but he became a good boy in front of his elders. It wasn't just a superficial effort, but he truly respected and loved the elders.

Mo Feng held his chin with both hands, looking 80% similar to his father at the moment, and said: "In fact, you are more partial to my sister. Obviously, Big Brother Xiao also calls you Big Brother, so we are relatives, but you only say bad things about Xiao Lai and me."

Mo Ran did not deny it and accepted his son's "identification" calmly.

He favors his daughter, just like his father.

Mo Feng suddenly sighed and said in a condescending manner, "No one wants the eldest and second sisters yet. I wonder which genius in Teyvat continent would have to have such great honor to marry one of them?"

Mo Ran shook his head and smiled: "Are you still worried about this?"

Mo Feng lowered his hands and thought for a moment, "Didn't we have a rule in ancient Liyue that if the elder didn't get married, it wouldn't be the younger's turn to get married?"

Mo Ran waved his hand, "It existed before, but it's gone now. If you don't want to worry about this thing that has been wasted in the past, you might as well think more about mechanical engineering. It just so happens that your aunt is here, so it's easy to exchange experiences."

"I want to help my two sisters find their lifelong love. My eldest sister is the Ice Queen, so it's fine. The Seven Gods are too high, but my second sister Ningguang is a good match for a hero. Dad, do you have any requests?"

I just said it casually, and there was actually a response.

"Looks are not important, as long as they are passable. What's important is that your sister Ningguang likes you. Your talent doesn't need to be amazing, as long as you can write a famous book. Your strength doesn't need to be high, as long as you can beat the first captain of Zhidong!"

He answered casually, but his words were really shocking.

No one at the scene took it seriously. As for the matter of learning mechanical engineering, no one mentioned it again.

Gui Zhong was of course not angry. She was good-tempered and easy to talk to, and she had never quarreled with anyone, nor had anyone ever cursed at her. No one had ever done that, and no one dared to.

After staying for a while, Mo Feng finished the tea in the cup, handed the cup to his younger brother, then walked out of the General Affairs Building, went down to Yujingtai, and planned to sit in the teahouse of the two Yaksha aunts outside the north gate.

When he had nothing to do, he liked to walk around like this, watching the vicissitudes of life and experiencing all kinds of splendor, from the rich families’ lights as bright as the moon to the poor families’ gazing at the stars in the sky without candles.

It is hard to say whether something is good or bad, or whether he likes or dislikes it. He is not qualified to comment on anything in the world, because something that seems insignificant to him may be the apple of someone else's eye.

He understood this principle at a very young age.

Shen He, a woman with white hair who looked like a banished fairy, took the red rope from the hand of the unruly child and handed it to him, saying that it could keep him safe. However, the child accidentally lost the rope during one of their outings, and the child then understood the truth.

Originally, the red rope that was supposed to be lost in some corner of the world appeared at the head of the child's bed the next day. There were traces of washing on it, and it was obviously not a brand new one taken casually to fool people.

From then on, the child finally paid attention to the red rope. Later, he learned how precious the red rope was to the white-haired woman. Even though she no longer needed it to tie herself up, she still kept wearing it. She took it off without saying a word to ensure the child's safety, and even looked for it overnight for fear that the child would feel guilty. What a good woman she is!

That night when he learned the origin and significance of the red rope, the child went to find the frosty-haired woman, wanting to return this important thing that he had lost. However, before he could say anything, a bowl of noodles appeared in front of him, and the woman asked him if he was hungry.

The child did not say anything, but quietly put away the red string and hid it in the innermost, safest pocket of his sleeve. He held the bowl of noodles and ate it happily, and cried bitterly afterwards.

No one scolded him, no one punished him, no one even said a word of blame. The child figured it out on his own and regretted not realizing the seriousness of the matter earlier.

It was from that time on that the image of the white-haired woman became unforgettable in the child's mind.

Mo Feng had just taken a step forward and was walking on the street when he saw a carriage speeding towards him. If he were to hit it, he would at least end up with broken bones all over his body.

Mo Feng's eyes narrowed and he quickly dodged to the side. It wasn't very fast, but he could definitely dodge it.

He doesn't know martial arts, nor can he practice magic. Without the Eye of God, he can't control the elemental power. But as Mo Ran's son, his physical strength is still much higher than that of ordinary people.

The sound of horse hooves roared like thunder, and then they braked suddenly and stopped. The two tall horses stood up with their heads and front hooves raised.

As soon as the carriage stopped, a middle-aged man with a big belly jumped out. He had a face full of flesh and his soybean-sized eyes stared at the young man in black with some suspicion and a little fear.

"Are you Mo Ran?" asked the fat middle-aged man, patting his thick winter coat.

Mo Feng answered truthfully and said firmly: "No!"

The fat middle-aged man's face was delighted, then his face turned gloomy, and he shouted: "Boy, don't you know how to watch the road when you walk? Are your parents dead or are they busy dying? Didn't they teach you to watch your steps when you walk?!"

Mo Feng's heart trembled, but he remained calm on the surface.

The fat middle-aged man saw that he was still a taciturn person, so he cursed even more vigorously, and even brought up his international identity, "I am a businessman from Zhidong!"

Mo Feng couldn't help himself this time and sneered, "What a harsh tone! Even the Queen of Winter doesn't have such a high air as you!"

The fat middle-aged man said angrily: "The Queen is lowering herself so that you, Liyue, can make money. Others think that you, Liyue, are not worthy of establishing diplomatic relations with us, not to mention business dealings!"

Mo Feng said calmly: "You guessed that business is not good."

The fat middle-aged man was furious, and it was obvious that he had been hit on the head. He said anxiously: "You bastard boy, you are looking for death! I should have hit you to death just now!"

Mo Feng turned a deaf ear to this and waited quietly for the Qianyan Army to drag him away with his car. Then, looking at him cursing all the way, he shook his head and sighed.

In this world, there are always people who fail to recognize the reality and think they can make great achievements by changing places. However, they do not know that arrogance will bring great disasters. There are always people who are better than you.

Otherwise, galloping on horseback is prohibited in Liyue Harbor. At most, you can maintain the speed of a normal person running. You are not allowed to run when there are dense crowds of people. The lightest punishment for violating the rules is to go with the Thousand Rocks Army.

His father Mo Ran abides by the laws of Liyue conscientiously. Why shouldn't he abide by these things that are useless or would harm the human world if he did?

Mo Feng turned around and lost interest in going to Aunt Yasha's teahouse, so he turned around and went home.

Come to think of it, I wonder if he had just reported his own people, would that fat businessman have been scared to death and then scared back to life?

Let’s not talk about the Grass God who calls him Mr. Dad, and the bunch of demons and monsters who are related to Inazuma, and the Liyue Immortal Family, let’s just talk about this generation of their family.

Eldest sister Mo Ling, the Ice Queen, needs no introduction to her status and strength.

The second sister, Ningguang, holds the power of the Seven Stars and holds the economic lifeline of Liyue.

The third sister, Shen He, is a disciple of the immortal family. She is as strong as a mountain and as powerful as the world.

The fourth sister, Qiqi, knows all kinds of herbs and is well versed in ancient and modern pharmacology.

My elder sister, Mo Xin, learned from Grandma Ping and has achieved great accomplishments in the art of immortality.

The eldest son, Mo Feng, is the only successor to Liyue's mechanical arts.

The second son, Xiao Lai, holds the Eye of God.

Any person taken out at random is enough to attract countless attention.

Mo Feng thought about it and laughed, "The Mo family is very prosperous."

Among the three children, he is the most like Mo Ran, which makes many normal people not be able to love him, but they also don't feel any dislike for him.

Among the seven disciples of Mohism, three were biological children.

Sister Mo Xin is arrogant, just like their mother Youla, while brother Xiao Lai is too restrained in front of his elders. Only Mo Feng is versatile. He can coax children, call elders, and get along well with his peers.

The Liyue Mo School has no predecessors and will never be surpassed.