Genshin Impact: Zhongli discovered that he was stealing tributes at the beginning

"Squeak~" When the moonlight fell, Wu Ye also returned to Peach Blossom Lane and opened the courtyard gate.

The yard was filled with the smell of meat, which made Wu Ye, who had been hungry all day, couldn't bear it. He ran directly into the kitchen and found his grandfather Wu Yong frying meat rolls stuffed with matsutake mushrooms.

This is a rare delicacy. In the past, Wu Ye could only taste it once a year during the Hailantern Festival because matsutake mushrooms were relatively expensive. However, Wu Ye boldly bought a pound of it yesterday and spent a total of 20,000 molara.

The meat paste is wrapped in matsutake mushrooms and fried slowly over low heat, making the matsutake mushrooms filled with fragrant meat juice, which makes people salivate. Wu Ye moved his index finger and couldn't help wiping his saliva next to Wu Yong.

"Haha, you, don't be so impatient, just wait a little longer, it will be fine in a while."

When Wu Yong saw Wu Ye's actions, he couldn't help laughing and scolding.

"Hmm? Xiaoye, is this book written by you? And what's in this bag? It looks quite heavy."

Wu Yong noticed what Wu Ye was holding and wondered.

"It's not my book. If grandpa wants to know what I wrote, I can just tell you after dinner, so you don't have to burn the light to read and hurt your eyes."

Wu Ye said with concern, then lifted the cloth bag in his hand

"This is not my thing, I'm keeping it for others temporarily."

"Okay then, go ahead and put away your things and wash your hands. The food is ready, so get ready to eat."

"Well, grandpa, wait while I serve the food. Don't burn your hands."

……

During dinner, Wu Ye showed off two large bowls of rice and cleared the food on the table. Wu Yong smiled happily and reminded Wu Ye not to choke.

After the meal, Wu Ye told Wu Yong about "White" in detail. After listening, Wu Yong only left one sentence:

"Xiao Ye, you wrote well, keep up the hard work."

Well, Wu Ye finally understood. Grandpa doesn't like this type of book either. OK, I want to read "The Record of Shen Qiu's Picking Up Swords" written by Xingqiu. "Bai" is not as good as it!

After returning to his room, Wu Ye turned on the lights, lay on the bed and opened "The Record of Shen Qiu's Picking Up Swords" and watched the first volume:

"But if His Majesty Scheer's ambition is really realized, what good will it do to everyone?"

Farangis, the Minister of Military Affairs, stared at the sea of ​​stars outside the window. The Milky Way and the stars cast a pale light on her face, and then illuminated her hair, with the faint light slowly flowing down her hair.

She couldn't help but think of her first experience of looking at the stars from this porthole, but she could no longer remember the awe she had felt. Hundreds of light years away from the earth's surface, the appearance of her hometown had long been distorted in her dreams.

......

"I believe in my brother's decision. He will never have selfish motives. So please stop saying such words that shake people's hearts."

……

"what?!"

After reading the first volume, Wu Ye was stunned.

"Star Sea", "Galaxy", "Star", "Empire" and "Anti-guerrilla warfare", the appearance of these words made Wu Ye's mind suffocate, and a big question mark appeared in his heart.

Could this girl be written by an aborigine from the Teyvat continent? !

"Ah~!!! It hurts me so much!" Wu Ye jumped up excitedly and wanted to wash his face to make sure he was not dazzled, but his head hit the bedside shelf.

Hearing the wolf crying and howling next door, Wu Yong ran out of the room in a panic without taking his crutches, knocked on Wu Ye's door, and said nervously:

"Xiao Ye, are you okay? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to Bubu Lu to have a look."

"Haha, it's okay, I just bumped my head accidentally. Grandpa, please rest. Besides, I'm such an old man. If anything happens, I'll go see a doctor myself," Wu Ye explained, covering his head.

"By the way, grandpa, I will take you to have a look when I have time. I feel that your health is not as good as before."

"It's okay. Grandpa, this is my old habit. There's no need to look at it. It's business for you to leave Maura to marry a wife. Grandpa, I still want to hug my great-grandson!"

After saying that, Wu Yong went back to the room directly.

Wu Ye smiled helplessly. He knew that his grandfather's body was contracted by the wind and cold, and he would tremble when he walked normally.

Forget it, just take him to Bubulu in the next few days. No matter how many molas there are, they are not as important as the health of the family.

Wu Ye made his decision and continued to read "The Record of Shen Qiu's Picking Up Swords".

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Volume Three:

——Ten years ago——

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Under the rule of the Suruga Shogunate, the people of the entire country were filled with complaints and hardships.

......

In such an era and in such a place, there is an unruly swordsman wandering around.

This person is the knight known as Shinkuro, Beichu Jiubei.

.......

Now, Shinkuro is standing on the hillside looking into the distance. What is he looking at in the distance?

Is it a flat field? No.

Are they the mountains in the distance? No.

Is it an extended road? correct! But that's not entirely true.

So, what exactly is Shinkuro looking at...?

The peasants who entrusted the swordsman with his responsibilities with raw rice were also timid and did not dare to ask him questions.

……

Wu Ye closed the book, he couldn't read anymore. At this moment, ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart. Can this girl be called "Shen Qiu Shijian Lu"? !

He had always thought it was a traditional martial arts novel when he heard the title.

As a result, I knock?!

The beginning is Star Wars. This kind of imagination is simply not something that an original resident of Teyvat can possess! No wonder people in Liyue don't like reading this book. Xingqiu's imagination is really too advanced. Only Mrs. Dao likes this kind of whimsical novel. At the same time, there is a strong contrast between the title and the content, which makes her even more popular. The wife welcomed him.

It seems that writers in this world should not be underestimated. Wu Ye was a little embarrassed at this time, remembering that he had previously believed that the books he wrote would be more attractive than all the writers in Teyvat. Now it seems that he was completely wrong!

What Wu Ye realized then was that as a human being, you must recognize yourself, don't think too highly of yourself, and don't underestimate others. Even if you can predict the future, you may not be able to do everything as you wish and turn disaster into good luck.

The night was already dark, Wu Ye put the books away, then picked up the cloth bag given to him by Dahu and weighed it. It was strangely heavy.

Wu Ye thought about it and decided not to use the money. He planned to use part of it to repair Xiaolong's tombstone, and save the rest to buy a good book every year to pay homage to Xiaolong for Dahu.

As for the molas that Wu Ye now owns, he calculated that there are still 480,000 molas in total. He originally spent 40,000 molas to buy something yesterday, but today he made 20,000 molas from Dalin Xiaozhu. At present, these molas are enough for Wu Yong, Wu Ye and his grandson. The only thing that needs to be considered is Zhongli. Wu Ye can only hope that Zhongli will learn to be frugal in April.

Today is another busy day. Without thinking about it, Wu Ye fell asleep.