Chapter 2135: Harvest Farm's Magical Daily Life 06

Seeing Lin Mian a bit silent, Jin Chen's fingertips still had wisteria petal fragments, yet he unconsciously pulled the person into his embrace.

"Good fellow," Jin Chen muttered to himself.

I wanted to gradually let my wife accept the new world, but in the blink of an eye Mother dropped a bombshell.

Lin Mian's back pressed against his rising and falling chest, feeling his heartbeat within the chest cavity.

"Thank you, Jin Chen." Lin Mian turned to look at him, gently loosening the embrace, yet her eyes brimmed with tenderness.

"You are a spirit full of luck."

Lin Mian spoke up.

Otherwise, he might never discover the secret here.

Jin Chen felt happy, reaching out his hand, "Then I will pass on this luck."

Lin Mian startled, stepped half a pace forward, and lightly rested her hands on Jin Chen's shoulders.

Another light, shallow embrace.

The spirit's body exuded a natural blend of vegetation and sandalwood scent, which smelled very pleasant.

"So, is Xiao Mo the black cat spirit, and Zero Egg the lion spirit?"

Lin Mian still didn't quite understand.

Jin Chen chuckled lightly, "Xiao Mo is the companion spirit of the miraculous seed, tasked with guarding the seed and its owner."

"Zero Egg..."

"Zero Egg is the spirit representing luck and wealth."

Lin Mian nodded, thinking that it shouldn't be classified by species, and that he had been narrow-minded.

"Then what kind of spirit are you?"

Jin Chen: "I am a Spirit Envoy."

"Guarding the gate to another world, receiving brave explorers from all lands, and delivering the divine edicts of the Spirit God."

Lin Mian was slightly surprised.

"That sounds impressive."

Still, he only had a superficial understanding; these things felt too distant for him.

He only wanted to protect his own Harvest Farm well.

"Alright, we should go tend the fields."

Lin Mian steered the conversation back to farming.

"As for the wooden house to lodge the spirits, I think we should let Zero Egg and the others move in first."

As they returned the same way, Lin Mian didn't notice that the special pattern in front of the wooden house, after a butterfly flew past, changed from the Spirit-language "closed for business" to "welcome."

——

Another day.

The two little critters guarded the farm, now utterly obsessed with sleeping in the wooden inn—it's practically a huge tonic.

Meanwhile, Jin Chen and Lin Mian had to go to town to sell the perishable, high-yield produce—corn, blueberries, strawberries, and green peppers.

If luck was on their side, they might even find long-term cooperative customers.

【Host! The protagonist will also be selling fruit today, you guys be careful~ Remember to bring extra meat when you return!】

When Ling Gun Gun's reminder came through, a pickup truck happened to stop at the intersection.

When Jin Chen got out of the car, he glanced around, didn't see the two protagonists, felt a bit relieved, then pushed up his sunglasses—provided by Lin Mian, supposedly left over from his previous urban life.

After all, his emerald-green eyes were still a bit too eye-catching.

But Lin Mian didn't realize that, upon stepping out, Jin Chen's demeanor turned cold, his stature approaching 1.9 meters, and with the sunglasses he looked… quite unapproachable.

As a result, after they set up their stall, hardly anyone approached, and some even detoured around it.

After reacting, Lin Mian slowly looked at Jin Chen, their gazes meeting through the sunglasses.

Jin Chen felt wronged: 'Kun Kun, do you think I shouldn't have come?'

'No, I just didn't consider that.'

Lin Mian thought for a moment, turned to borrow a hair tie from the neighbor auntie, sat on a small stool, and scooted closer to Jin Chen.

'Let me tie up your forehead hair for you.'

Jin Chen didn't understand, but he complied, lowering his head slightly and letting his wife fuss with it.

Actually, spirits can change their pupil color.

Idiot Kun Kun.

After the hair was tied, Lin Mian shoved two bright red chili peppers into Jin Chen's hand and hung a string of blueberries around his neck.

His whole demeanor instantly became a bit of a mismatched, goofy mess.

Jin Chen: '……'

'Kun Kun, I don't like this.'

'But… you don't want us to sell nothing today, do you?'

Lin Mian mimicked his tone, her eyes brimming with laughter.

'Really cute,' Lin Mian said again, unable to resist tugging at the tied little tuft.

【Detected villain triggering Heartbeat Value, Heartbeat Value +7, total 7!】

Jin Chen naturally sat up straight, 'Alright, for our farm.'

Next time we come out to sell, we'll definitely bring Zero Egg.

The stall's wooden table was covered with blue-and-white checked coarse cloth, several baskets of bright produce arranged haphazardly, already drawing quite a crowd.

Soon, the stall became lively.

Also at this moment, Jin Chen saw the two of them arrive, and coincidentally, it was the empty stall right next to theirs.

Thanks to the black cat's help earlier, the orchard's fruit growth was promising, each fruit plump and fragrant.

Qin Zong habitually observed his surroundings, and upon seeing the strange man next door, he couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

Jin Chen's gaze, reflected through his sunglasses, revealed a cold feeling of being offended.

But Qin Zong apparently never learned what embarrassment was from birth; instead, his eyes showed curiosity.

"Hey, your corn and blueberries taste pretty good."

A middle-aged man dressed elegantly but clutching a money bag came to Lin Mian's stall.

He tried another blueberry, clicked his tongue, and said, "Really sweet. Hey, is this your first time coming here?"

"Yes, Boss Song." Lin Mian, having just heard others call him that, smiled and said, "We're Harvest Farm; we grow all kinds of fruits and vegetables, absolutely guaranteeing quality and quantity."

"... Harvest Farm, I've never heard of it."

Boss Song scratched the back of his neck and asked others, "Have you heard of it?"

"Eh, I've been setting up stalls here for years; I've visited all the nearby towns, but I've never heard of any Harvest Farm."

"Boss Song, don't let the youngsters fool you; maybe they're just joking, and not every scale can be called a farm."

"Hey, don't say that; I just tried it, and the taste is indeed different—a genuine, natural flavor."

Boss Song hadn't expected to cause a stir; feeling a bit embarrassed, he glanced at Lin Mian and said, "Sorry, little brother, but I really haven't heard of any Harvest…farm."

Lin Mian's smile remained unchanged: "No problem; I'm indeed a newcomer. If Boss Song has a better option, I have nothing to say."

Boss Song was even more choked up.

He had just sampled several stalls, found this one decent, and thus was hesitating.

This batch of goods is meant to be sent to the Old Master.

Just then, Jiang Ji from the side suddenly spoke up: "Boss Song, why not try my family's fruit?"

"My uncle is the famous Fruit King around here; everyone should have heard of him."

Jiang Ji had a lovely, clean appearance, and while speaking, he had already picked a few blueberries and handed them over.

He didn't say anything else, but Qin Zong took over: "Fruit is best grown in an orchard; a farm that plants everything may not be able to focus on cultivation."

That remark was clearly somewhat pointed.

Jin Chen's eyes darkened slightly, and he coldly glanced at the neighboring stall.