Genshin Impact: What should I do if I become my own character? !

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After coming to this world, we are like a dry sponge thrown into the water, absorbing knowledge madly. Only if we learn enough and climb high enough, we will not be bullied, will not be at the mercy of others, and will we have the capital for negotiation.

This person, full of fighting spirit, read the previous knowledge over and over again. A lot of time passed and he felt even more dizzy. Today he brought a small bottle filled with high-concentration alcohol. He could wake up immediately after smelling it.

Put it under your nose and gently apply a drop, and you will feel like you have just drunk some strong liquor.

But I was still mentally tired, so I went out for a look and thought about some relaxing things.

The method of refining this alcohol is very difficult. It took a lot of methods to refine a small bottle...

In fact, the most convenient way to extract alcohol should be distillation, and the technology was first seen in ancient China.

But I only roughly know the principle, because alcohol and water have different boiling points, the lower the alcohol concentration, the more similar it is to the boiling point of water.

But how should the distillation method be done? Therefore, I spent money to buy a few bottles of wine, of course, I bought very low-quality wine. This kind of wine does not have much alcohol content, but compared with other wines, the price is so cheap that it is almost free.

This kind of wine is generally not drunk, at least not for personal consumption. Most of the time it is given as a reward to others. The word reward is not wrong. There are still slaves in Mondstadt nowadays. It is shocking, but it does exist.

However, slaves nowadays are all guilty persons. As long as they have completed the necessary atonement, they can get rid of this status. However, after getting rid of this status, they will inevitably be looked down upon, and the children of slaves will also be given the names of slaves...

Beauty and despair have always been inseparable in a city. The light and darkness of a city will never appear together.

In an alley where few people passed by, the child was shaking the broken bowl in his hand, hoping that someone would reward him with a few pieces of morra so that he could have a rare full meal.

The clothes were as tattered as the rags used to wipe the table at home. The colors on them could no longer be distinguished, and they seemed to have been washed. The clothes had not been mended, perhaps because they had never learned needlework. There were real slaves now, and although these slaves would have children, they would most likely not be able to raise them. These children would have to fend for themselves or become younger slaves.

I walked closer and took a look. I saw that there was an injury on the left foot. If this kind of wound was not treated properly, he would soon be unable to walk.

When I heard someone coming, I looked up and met a pair of unfocused eyes. Those eyes should have been a gorgeous, unforgettable golden color, but because of the loss of focus, they made people feel unspeakable despair.

"Excuse me, beautiful lady or handsome gentleman, can you give me a piece of bread? I can do everything I can..." The child spoke softly, his voice was hoarse, just like the sound made by riding an old bicycle before he traveled through time.

There is no injury on the throat, probably because I haven't had water for a long time...

The poor guy thought about this for a moment and wanted to lend a hand, but then he thought about his own life...

My living expenses are increasing, and it is barely enough for me to live on. All alchemy costs money at the beginning and has almost no return, and I need more money.

So he pretended nothing happened and left, but came back after a while.

A piece of bread and a jug of water were handed over, and the child fumbled to take them, apologizing timidly for accidentally touching the soft cloth.

Just looking at those beautiful but dull eyes, I felt extremely pity in my heart. Put away your useless kindness... I murmured to myself.

It's always like this, being kind to other guys and sympathetic to the weak, but this sympathy and kindness have made my life full of sadness, frustration and hardship.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to touch your sleeve, I'm sorry…" The child was scared, but didn't cry. In other words, he couldn't shed any tears, which made him even more pitiful.

"I'm not angry." He uttered a comforting word and reached out to touch the messy hair that was covered in dirt and blood. The moment he touched it, he heard a soft cry. Is there a wound on the head?

"Please don't send me back! Please, I will die if I go back, I will really die..." I was very afraid of this kind of gentle pat on the head. The last time I was patted on the head like this was when my mother sent me away.

"Where should you send him back to? Are you a slave? Did you run away?" Some nobles would indeed raise child slaves, training them from a young age so that they could be better tamed.

"No, I was thrown away... At first I just couldn't see clearly, so my mother carefully hid me, but later I really couldn't see anything... My mother couldn't hide it anymore, so they threw me out."

No one would keep a blind slave; after all, he's worthless, isn't he?

The child sighed and felt fear again. He was disappointed...he was of no use.

"Then come with me... Don't worry, I'm not sending you back. I just need someone to help take care of my house..." Maybe?

"Thank you..." His voice was filled with excitement, as if he was going to knock his head on the ground in the next second. He was pulled up by his clothes. The way home was not far, but this time it took him extra long to walk.

The wounds on the child's body are very serious. He can hardly walk with his left foot and is half-dragged. This dress has to be dirty... What a pity. I'll choose a nice dress next time.

When I reached the second floor, the dilapidated stairs creaked loudly and broke.

I forgot to report the repair, it’s so annoying!

Because of the loud noise just now, the people who couldn't see stayed where they were, not daring to move, but their feet had already stepped into the broken stairs.

"Don't move, I'll get you out." He carefully took out the foot. It was the right foot. Now both feet were injured...

Temporarily placed on the second floor, I have to wash up first so that I can continue to treat the wound. It’s better not to give a boy a bath... Or ask if I can wash myself: "Can I take a bath by myself? Forget it, wait a little longer, I'll boil some hot water."

"It's OK. I can take a shower by myself. I can also cook and clean. It's not that I can't see at all, it just needs a very bright day to see a little bit." People who are afraid of being disliked try their best to find something useful in themselves.