Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Everything has finally been settled, and all the sources of trouble have been eradicated, which means evil will be punished.

Liu Yucong, who was wrongfully imprisoned, cried when he was released from prison. He looked at his haggard wife and his child who was standing on the ground and looked like a stranger to him.

This is not a very tough move, but he was a scholar who could make some sense and whose knowledge was not too shallow, and he shed tears on the spot.

Even when I think about it many years later, I still tell this incident to my descendants with a bit of irony.

The Lantern Festival is here, and this year, which can be described as a "troubled time" for Su Ping, is finally coming to an end.

On this day, every household in Liyue, regardless of their wealth, puts up Spring Festival couplets on their doors. On this day, everyone celebrates and rejoices, hoping to bid farewell to the old and usher in the new, and to see the lights in the sky fulfill their wishes.

Su Ping got up as usual, and then helped his father, who had also woken up, to the back of the house to wash his face. A closer look revealed that the father and son were almost the same height.

The fire has been lit in the kitchen next door. In the distance, wisps of smoke can be seen rising into the sky, and a faint fragrance can be smelled, which is fascinating.

Su Ping helped his father sit down at the table, and he went to get busy. Of course, he was in the kitchen, showing off his skills. After all, he was running a snack stand, so how could there be no noise?

Not long after, when the sun rose to noon, Su Ping brought five freshly baked snacks and placed them on the table.

The other four were exquisitely made, but they were not the ones the father and son cared about. The only one that was placed in the center was the "Sugar and Flour Cake", which was the most ordinary in terms of ingredients, cooking method, and appearance, and did not even have a proper name. It was the one that they cared about the most, and were even obsessed with.

Su Yue picked up a piece of pastry on the middle plate and put the whole piece into his mouth without chewing it. He just held it in his mouth.

Sugar is sweet, but when combined with longing it becomes bitter and sour. Looking at the person in front of me again, everything seems to be back to normal, sweet... just sweet.

"It's sweet enough." Su Yue said in a hoarse voice after the pastry melted.

Su Ping also replied in a hoarse voice: "As long as it's sweet enough."

Then the father and son looked at each other, their eyes locked, and asked a riddle that only the two of them knew the answer to, "Same."

Compared to Su Ping's imperfect family, the family next door is much happier. Both parents are there, the children are sensible, there is no illness or disaster, and everything is peaceful and calm.

"The dumplings are here!" Aunt Zhang brought a large steamer, placed it on the table, and opened the lid. The air was filled with steam and a fragrant aroma.

Uncle Zhang clasped his hands together and said, "Every year on the morning of the Lantern Festival, I've been craving for this."

Aunt Zhang rolled her eyes at him and said angrily, "You are an old married couple, what were you doing earlier?"

"There's nothing I can do. Xiaoping is almost thirteen now. If it were a few years earlier, I would have said this earlier." Uncle Zhang learned this from someone, but he is very smooth-talking.

However, although Aunt Zhang said this harshly and showed no favoritism on the surface, she actually liked it very much in her heart, but she just couldn't bring herself to say it out loud.

Because actually, they are an old couple, and it is not bad for them to do something like that in front of their children who are in their twenties, but as parents, they feel that it is somewhat inappropriate.

Xiao Cui was not in the mood to be shown off. She ate dumplings with a big bowl in her hand, watching her parents making a fuss and listening to them scolding each other. She just felt so happy.

"Dad, give these two bowls to Su Xiaozi and the others first, and you can have your portion when you come back." Aunt Zhang handed two bowls of dumplings that were filled to the brim with almost no space left to Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang would naturally not refuse. After saying "OK", he took the food and went to serve it to the father and son next door. They are not a family, but they are better than a family.

When you are in trouble, think about pushing the other person away as far away as possible, and never let yourself get close to them and drag them down.

When you are successful, you think about pulling the other party in, as close as possible, never letting the other party escape, and taking the other party to the sky.

No matter when, no matter where, no matter what you are like, no matter what the other person is like, you are always thinking about how the other person is. If this is not considered family, who is?

"Su boy, Xiaoping, your aunt made dumplings. I'll bring you two bowls." Uncle Zhang shouted at the door of his house and then walked over.

Su Yue responded, "Hey!"

Su Ping stood up and responded, "I'll be right there!"

Two bowls of delicious dumplings were placed on Su Ping's table from the table next door.

Su Ping was still standing. The moment Uncle Zhang's hands left the dumpling bowl, he quickly pulled out the hand that had just been stretched out in his arms and reached out.

By the time Uncle Zhang realized something was wrong, it was too late. The three big red paper bags were already in his hands, while the other person's hand had long been pulled back and hidden in his sleeves.

Uncle Zhang raised his eyebrows and looked at Su Ping, silently asking, what are you doing?

Su Ping smiled leisurely and said, "Uncle Zhang, happy Lantern Festival."

"Just have a happy holiday, why give a red envelope?" Uncle Zhang took a big step forward and stood in front of Su Ping, then stuffed the red envelope directly into the collar around his neck. "It has always been the older ones who give red envelopes to the younger ones. How can a child give a red envelope to an adult?"

"Then I'm not just your junior, I'm also your boss." Su Ping took off the red envelope stuffed on his lapel and gently patted Uncle Zhang's arm before parting. "This is the year-end bonus, you have to accept it!"

"Then why are there three?"

"Everyone, including the employees' families, received red envelopes and celebrated the Lantern Festival happily!"

"How can there be a boss as generous as you?"

"How can there be an employee like you who doesn't even want a red envelope?"

"Is uncle your employee? He has never worked there."

"Or you are a shareholder, then I have to give you a bigger red envelope, otherwise it will be too embarrassing to present."

Su Yue sat quietly, listening to them talking back and forth. It was quite interesting, but no matter how interesting it was, he still had to persuade them.

"Uncle Zhang, the child has made great progress and is not short of money. You should just accept it, otherwise the child will always be unable to sleep at night and say that he is worried that the money is not enough!"

Uncle Zhang laughed and said, "Xiaoping used this trick last year. I won't be fooled again!"

Su Yue had no choice but to look at his son, asking him what to do.

Su Ping gave his father a reassuring look, then picked up the red envelope and ran away. The two homes were not far apart, so he arrived in the blink of an eye.

"Aunt Zhang, Sister Xiao Cui, this is this year's dividend. Uncle Zhang said he wanted to stay at home for a while, so I brought it to him first." Su Ping shook his hands, and three bulging red envelopes fell on the table.

The bright red color is very eye-catching on the dark table, especially the bulging appearance that almost cannot fit in, which makes people feel a little bit ridiculous.

"I didn't take it! Take it back!"

Before Su Ping could catch his breath, he heard a shout from behind him, forcing Su Ping to run as fast as the wind and go back home in a big detour from behind the house.

Seeing that Uncle Zhang was not willing to give up, Su Ping had no choice but to ask Aunt Zhang to help, claiming that he had not eaten yet and asked her to help look after Uncle Zhang.

These strange words made Aunt Zhang laugh and she agreed. Then there was a scene where the young man was eating dumplings while the middle-aged man was standing with a bowl and also eating dumplings.

The day of the Lantern Festival is full of joy and good luck. Everything seems festive, happy and joyful.

After eating the breakfast with the most events, smiles and joy in the year, Su Ping picked up a small bucket of paste, took a pair of Spring Festival couplets, and went out.

Aunt Zhang asked him what he was doing?

Su Ping answered directly with three words, "Post Spring Festival couplets."

In one of the houses in the village that is now seldom inhabited, there is one room where someone comes with a broom to sweep the house at the beginning of every month and then leaves.

The original owner of this house is no longer alive, and the only person still connected to him is Su Ping, a young man who now looks only thirteen years old.

"Sister Xiao Cui, I can do it by myself. Why do you have to follow me?" Su Ping looked at the woman beside him who had hurriedly followed him after he went out and helped carry the paste bucket.

Xiao Cui gave a ridiculous reason, "You are still young, I am worried about you going out, so of course I have to watch you more."

Su Ping is still young?

He is indeed young, only thirteen years old, but he has already supported a family. Although his soul is much older than his appearance, if you count it completely, he should be forty-three years old, which is the age of forty.

Arriving at the uninhabited house, Su Ping knocked on the door first. Of course, there was no response from inside. Then he took out the key and opened both doors.

He held the Spring Festival couplets, Xiao Cui brushed paste on them, and then the two of them worked together to stick them on in a square shape. They repeated this three times and finally finished the job.

Logically speaking, according to some ancient customs of Liyue, when an important relative has passed away, white-background Spring Festival couplets should be posted during the Lantern Festival.

But that was in ancient times. There were no white-background Spring Festival couplets to sell in Liyue Harbor, not to mention that they were a small village. If they wanted Spring Festival couplets, they just had to get some long strips of red paper and find someone who had read books and could read to write them.

For some reason, no one in the village came to Su Ping to ask for calligraphy this year. He was happy to have some free time. After writing three spring couplets, he stopped writing.

During the Lantern Festival, children like to play outside. Su Ping never thinks of himself as a child, and he is not a child anymore, but some people treat him as a child, so he has to be a child today.

Su Ping closed the door, turned around and said with a smile: "Sister Xiao Cui, where are you going later?"

"Go wherever you want!" Xiao Cui crossed her arms over her chest, outlining a nice curve, but no one came to appreciate it, including the little boy sitting opposite her.

"true and false?"

"I'm in charge."

"That's fine."

"Where have you decided to go?"

"Where else can we go? Either Liyue Harbor or Wild Mountain."

"Then you still ask."

"You have to ask for opinions and pool the wisdom of all parties. There is nothing better than that!"

"You are the only one who knows too much!"

This is reasonable, not distorted, because in the girl's eyes, this young man is the most responsible scholar she has ever met, and he never lets his family and friends down.