I write novels in Liyue

Fang Qiu, who had finally written a hit novel, died from overwork the night before its release and was transported to the continent of Teyvat. To solve his food and clothing problems, Fang Qiu picked up his pen again.
"I, Fang Qiu, have a dream: to become a great writer of healing stories!" Some time later, Fang Qiu found a scrap collector in Liyue.
"Boss, how much are the razor blades per pound?"