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

I want to ask Agui what’s different in Yaolu today?

For him, except for the fact that Changsheng is away from home, today should be the same as usual, right?

In the past, Atractylodes used to drink a pot of water first and then brew a pot of tea when getting up early every morning.

There is always no shortage of pastries.

There are both sweet and savory dishes, most of which are delivered by nearby neighbors and shops, all year round.

The snacks are divided into three plates, two large and one small. The big plate is for Baizhu and Agui, and the small plate is for Qiqi and Changsheng. Whoever is happy takes a bite, it is considered as having breakfast with everyone.

In addition, every day when I open the store door, there are always goods delivered by others, such as vegetables, rice, fresh fish, fruits... Here in Bulu, there is always enough food.

Bai Shu doesn't like to take other people's things for free, and he has tried to persuade everyone, but people know that Dr. Bai doesn't necessarily charge for medical treatment, and he even gives extra discounts to the people.

The naughty boy from the east family, the old man from the west family...there are countless people who have been cared for by Bai Shu. Since Maura is saved, it is normal to give some gifts as a thank you.

After a while of persuasion, Baizhu was stunned, but Agui ran over quickly and helped move the things into the medicine house.

After breakfast, it was consultation time. Baizhu sat in the shop and asked Agui to wrap up the medicines he prescribed last night and send them to the old patients with inconveniences.

The medicine package comes with a note detailing the number of meals a day and the dosage for each meal for patients to identify.

When the patient comes to the door, the longevity slips away from Bai Zhu and wanders around freely.

In the backyard, he saw Qiqi doing calisthenics after collecting herbs, so he climbed on Qiqi's shoulder and helped her beat the time one, two, three, one, two, three. In the corridor, I met Agui who was returning from delivering medicine. She also lay on his arm and asked some gossip about the neighbors.

By the time I finish talking, take enough medicine, and let the tea cool, it's lunch time.

Baizhu also cooked in his spare time, preparing some medicinal meals and sweet soups with both taste and effect for everyone.

The afternoon in Liyue Port is very leisurely, with children learning to calligraphy, hobbling old people, soldiers with guns... hurried footsteps coming and going.

Changsheng and Qiqi lay by the door of Yaolu, basking in the sun and peeking at the crowd in the distance. They said a few words that the hair on the left side was long and it was time for a haircut. There was a small rash on the right side of the face, and they were afraid of getting angry.

The words reached Agui's ears. Afraid that their voices would disturb others, he hurriedly brought the bench and led Qiqi and Changsheng to the inner hall.

The commotion spread to Baizhu's clinic.

He writes a prescription and listens to a chatter.

Time is like boiling water in a copper kettle, boiling and then quietly passing by.

As night falls, Bubu Lu closes its doors.

Agui would sometimes stay to have a meal, and sometimes go home to have dinner with her family. Baizhu, Changsheng and Qiqi were left. After eating and drinking, they went back to their rooms to rest under the moonlight.

If we say special, there is nothing special. Yaolu is nothing more than that.

However, if Agui had an idea and rushed over to take a look before going to bed, he would probably catch Baizhu teaching Qiqi new calisthenics in the backyard.

One two three, one two three, morning, noon and evening, spring, summer, autumn, and one winter... Gymnastics and daily life seem to be no different.

……

In the afternoon, Baizhu, who had just written a prescription for a patient in the clinic, suddenly coughed heavily.

The patient looked worried: "Doctor Bai! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I just caught a cold occasionally. Ahem! Go find Agui quickly with the prescription. You can't delay this illness, so you need to take the medicine as soon as possible."

Bai Zhu covered his mouth hard, but he still couldn't stop coughing.

"Okay Doctor Bai, I'm going to get the medicine first. You must take good care of yourself. We poor patients cannot live without you."

Bai Shu nodded with difficulty: "I will."

After the patient left, he held on to the wall and closed the window tightly with his teeth. The consulting room was as dark as night.

Baizhu's symptoms broke out again. He collapsed on the ground, feeling cold all over, and then hot again. He had difficulty breathing, and his whole body became more and more painful.

Just when Baizhu was about to be unable to hold on any longer, the Eyes of the Grass Elemental God on his body glowed like fireflies, just like his master's eyes before his death, looking at him tenderly and expectantly.

Amid the intense torture, what came to his mind was the suicide note left to him by his master.

"...Since I inherited the contract, I have no doubts about the path chosen by the ancestors of the past generations, and the path I am about to take.

Until I wanted to use this method to save a close relative of a descendant.

She begged me to stop damaging my own life, saying that it was an evil way to quench thirst by drinking poison, that it was a poisonous technique that went against the laws of nature, and that she was not willing to sacrifice the life of one close relative in exchange for the life of another.

...It was then that I remembered that when my master passed away, what was the difference between the pain in my heart and the pain in my family on the bedside?

Are the lives that have died prematurely because of this contract not worth saving?

I can't help but think, for us, is this contract medicine or poison?

I don't have enough time left to find the answer.

I entrust you with this question and your eternal life.

I hope you can find a cure for this problem..."

After a period of torture, Baizhu's body was soaked and his face was as pale as death.

He vomited away the few mouthfuls of blood stuck in his throat and sat upright holding on to the head of the bed.

"Mr. Bai! Are you okay?! Could it be that the disease has recurred again?"

Agui's anxious voice came from outside the room.

"Oops! I'm going to make you a bowl of medicinal soup now."

"No need... I'm fine."

Baizhu replied hoarsely, but Agui had already left to make soup.

"Longevity?"

After seeing no response for a long time, he remembered that Changsheng had gone out with her old friend today.

Bai Shu smiled sadly: "That's fine, if Chang Sheng sees it, she will definitely hiss and vomit the letter again."

Well, when did Changsheng like to start nagging himself?

Bai Shu couldn't help but think.

Oh, right in front of the master's grave, that was the first time she nagged herself.

……

"Time and time again... no matter how I remind them and adjust for them... I can't change the outcome..."

"What about you? Do you have an answer?"

Changsheng asked as he hung around Bai Zhu's neck.

"What will happen to you if I give up the contract and live with no one?"

Faced with Bai Zhu's question, Chang Sheng pondered for a while.

"Well... I'll probably take advantage of the last bit of time to go to the theater... Forget it, I'll go back to Yaojun Mountain and take a nap, and then I can meet my old friends and your masters."

"Then there is no need to think about it anymore. Since there is a life worth saving in front of me, and I know how to save it, why not save it?"

Changsheng sighed: "...Oh, it's the same answer again. That's it, close your eyes... How many more people will this contract be passed on to?"

"——No! I will become...the last contractor."

……

Bang!

The closed door was kicked open by Qi Qi.

Qiqi held the bowl in both hands and handed it to Bai Shu: "Mr. Bai...soup."

"Okay Qiqi, thank you."

Bai Zhu picked up the soup made by Agui that Qiqi had sent and drank it slowly.

Spoon after spoonful, eyes never leaving, as if seeing many spring flowers and autumn leaves from the bottom of the bowl.

A wisp of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Life is like soup, simmering and boiling.