I'm a male god in Liyue

The price of Rainbow Fruit Pulp in the Shop is 3 points, while the Glass Lily that Xia Zhi sold for 10 million Mora at Star Shop was 1 point. If we use this conversion method to calculate, then the cost price of Rainbow Fruit Pulp should be 30 million Mora.

However, his original intention in opening this small shop was not to make money from it, so it can't be calculated that way.

Xia Zhi thought for a moment and said, "Let me ask you another way, Zhu Zi. If you were a tourist visiting Liyue, how much would you be willing to spend to buy a glass of this juice if you've never tasted it before?"

After thinking about it carefully, Zhu Zi said, "I think... a maximum of 100 Mora."

Xia Zhi nodded: "I understand. Then let's set the price of our rainbow juice at 100 Mora per cup for now."

"Boss, should we implement purchase limits?"

"Is there a purchase limit...?"

"If there were no purchase limit, there would definitely be people who would buy a lot of cups at once and then resell them outside!"

"You have a point. Let's set a limit of two cups per person for now."

"Ah."

"Here's what we'll do: go buy a big sheet of red paper, write the price and requirements on it, and then stick it on the wall when we open for business."

"Okay, boss, I'll be right there!"

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Qiqi returned to Bubulu, put down the medicine basket, and emptied the herbs inside.

Different medicinal materials have different properties.

Some can be used directly, some need to be dried before being used in medicine, some are more troublesome, requiring careful removal of the toxic parts, leaving only a small amount of harmless parts, while others are the opposite, only needing to retain the toxic parts...

Sorting is something that's easy for Qiqi to make mistakes on.

Because she is a zombie, her memory is far inferior to that of a normal person. If the impression is not continuously reinforced, she will forget the person completely in less than three days, let alone the medicinal herbs.

In the past, she could only rely on her instincts from her past life to roughly classify the medicinal herbs and wait for others to do further processing.

But today was different. For some reason, Qiqi felt that her mind was much clearer than usual, and all kinds of memories about medicinal herbs came to mind clearly. She was able to sort the medicinal herbs she had collected very easily.

Qiqi looked at the neatly arranged herbs in front of her, thought for a while, and then took out her notebook that she always carried with her.

Because of her poor memory, this notebook became an indispensable item for her to ensure that her daily life could proceed smoothly.

The text above is written in a font from hundreds of years ago, with delicate and beautiful handwriting.

The first page describes the exercises for flexibility gymnastics. Turning the page further, you'll find descriptions of various herbs, as well as some imperial edicts.

Qiqi flipped her notebook to a blank page, took out her pen, and carefully wrote down the new things she needed to remember.

“Mr. Xia Zhi… the lovely incense… I remember going there every morning… by that wooden bridge…”

Qiqi stopped writing, thought for a moment, and then added a sentence at the end.

"...He's a good person..."

Chapter 41 The Road to Another World

Before long, Zhu Zi returned from the paper shop outside with some red paper in her eyes, and there was still a hint of heartache in her eyes.

"Boss, I bought the best paper, but it's so expensive!"

"Hmm, it's okay. Is the money I gave you enough?"

"That's enough! There's still some left!"

"Remember to ask me for the money when it's almost gone. This is considered a shared expense for the shop. From now on, you'll pay for everything when we eat out or buy things."

"Ok."

Clean up a table, lay the red paper you bought flat on the table, gently press down the corners with a cup, and take out the brush and ink.

"Boss, shall I write it?"

"Of course you wrote it."

"But my handwriting in Liyue isn't very good."

"It doesn't matter if it looks good or not, as long as the guests can understand the meaning."

"Then I'll write it?"

"Just write it: [New store opening, half price on the first day]."

"……Then what?"

Write "[100 Mora per cup, limit of 2 cups per person]".

"…Anything else?"

"Add the following: 'Free books are available for reading in the store.'"

"Boss, our juice is so delicious, I don't think we need to attract customers with books. Buying those books would be a waste."

"It's alright, they can be displayed in the shop as decorations, which will add a scholarly atmosphere. You can also look at them; the more you read, the faster your Liyue language will improve."

"That's right, boss, I've finished writing it."

"Okay, let it air dry first. When we go to Wanmintang for lunch, remember to ask Xiangling for some rice paste. When we get back, stick it on the wall."

"Ok!"

After finishing this task, the two of them had some free time again.

Zhu Zi wiped the tables in the shop with a rag, took out the book she had just started reading that morning, and sat down at a sunny table to continue reading.

With nothing to do, Xia Zhi returned to his room upstairs, read "Liyue Chronicles" for a while, and had some inspiration. So he picked up his pen and wrote a novel manuscript for a while.

In fact, the novel he wrote at this point had little to do with the original work.

On the one hand, some parts of the original work were not handled well, some parts of the writing seemed weak, and some parts of the plot he had forgotten. On the other hand, a lot of Liyue elements were added, and the setting was changed, so revisions and filling in were inevitable, and the plot deviated more and more.

Xia Zhi originally studied literature, so she wasn't worried that her writing would be incoherent.

Furthermore, since there are no strict restrictions on novels in this world, he can actually write more content in the book that was "glossed over" in the original work.

All I can say is that the roads in this other world are great; they're perfect for driving.

It was almost noon when Xia Zhi put down his pen, tidied up his manuscript, and went downstairs to take Zhu Zi to Wanmintang for lunch.

There were very few people coming to eat at this time.

Xiangling warmly invited Xia Zhi and Zhu Zi to sit down and told Xia Zhi some good news and some bad news.

The good news is that Xiangling is treating everyone to this meal again, so he doesn't have to pay.

The bad news is that Xiangling has made a new slime dish and hopes he can taste it and give her some pointers.

Upon hearing about the slime liquid, Zhu Zi remembered what her boss had said that morning about how it could improve her skin, and her face lit up with anticipation: "Great!"

Xia Zhi paused for a moment, then said, "Sure, but I'd like to go to the kitchen and experience your cooking process, is that alright?"

Xiangling smiled and nodded, "Of course, come with me."

Upon entering the kitchen, Chef Mao greeted Xia Zhi warmly.

For some reason, Xia Zhi felt that Master Mao looked at him with a sense of respect, as if he were a distinguished guest.

Zhu Zi immediately spotted Guo Ba sitting behind the stove, tending the fire, and exclaimed in surprise, "What? There's a little panda here!? Is it tending the fire?"

While busy chopping vegetables, Xiangling explained, "It's called rice crust, and it's a companion I met outside."

Zhu Zi looked at Guoba curiously and said, "Guoba? What an interesting name."

Guoba glanced at her and continued to silently tend the fire.

Zhu Zi was startled by its intelligent gaze: "It seems to understand what we're saying."

Xiangling smiled and said, "Of course, Guoba is very smart."

Xia Zhi then showed some interest and asked with some confusion, "Red panda? Guoba? What are you talking about? I don't quite understand?"

Zhu Zi immediately reported to him: "Boss, there's a little panda named Guoba in the kitchen helping Xiangling tend the fire."

Xia Zhi nodded: "Oh, it can even help start a fire, it's really smart."

Upon hearing this, Guoba glanced at Xia Zhi again.

Zhu Zi immediately said, "Boss, it's looking at you."

Xia Zhi laughed and said, "Really? It seems it's interested in me? Hello, Guoba."

Guoba nodded and made a "hmm" sound, as if responding to his greeting.

At the same time, Xia Zhi "saw" that the golden progress bar on Guoba finally moved slightly: [1%].

Master Mao smiled and said, "Guoba has known you, Mr. Xia, for a long time. Last time you instructed Xiangling on how to make Kou San Si (a type of shredded pork), Guoba ate it all as soon as it was made. It's very picky about food; it won't eat anything that's not delicious."

Zhu Zi exclaimed in amazement, "That's amazing! There's a fox that eats dumplings at our Narukami Shrine too."

"Narukami Taisha Shrine?"