Chapter 2144: Abundant Harvest Farm's Miraculous Daily Life 15

Night fell, Lin Mian's room was quiet and tidy.

The window was half open, a gauze‑like curtain swaying gently in the breeze, the wooden house's natural coolness making one feel comfortable.

The room's temperature was just right, as if even the air had grown gentle.

Lin Mian lay on the bed, a soft blanket spread over the coarse bamboo mat.

He was still a little nervous.

Jin Chen quietly took Lin Mian's hand under the blanket, glanced at him sideways, and said, "Kun Kun, don't be afraid."

"... Mm." Lin Mian took a deep breath, the warmth at his fingertips conveying reassurance.

He turned his body, drawing a little closer to Jin Chen.

A dreamcatcher hung above the bed, its central gemstone flickering faintly in the moonlight, guiding them into the dream.

Gradually, Lin Mian's consciousness began to blur.

In the dream, the scenes were chaotic, like rapidly switching images, making one dizzy.

Lin Mian saw Qin Zong and Jiang Ji standing at the village entrance, holding a thick stack of banknotes, their faces wearing a surprised, delighted smile.

Boss Song stood before them, and an old man smiled as he shook hands with them, appearing very friendly.

Soon a freight truck slowly entered the village, its load full of orchard fruit, destined for faraway places.

At the same time, large quantities of rotten fruit were dumped into an underground water channel in the orchard, the juice giving off a foul stench.

The scene shifted, and Qin Zong stood on the hillside's soil.

In the sky, the moon turned blood‑red, shedding an ominous glow.

Qin Zong fainted on the ground, the surrounding air seeming to spread out as if distorted.

The dream scene shifted again.

The village's crops began to wither, black spots covering the leaves, the fruit rotting and stinking.

Even the Abundant Harvest Farm was not spared; its once vibrant fields turned into a barren wasteland.

Lin Mian stood on the field ridge, gazing at the sight before him, his heart filled with shock and despair.

The villagers gathered at the farm gate, faces flushed with anger and blame, someone shouting loudly, "Lin Mian, this is your farm—how could you let this happen?"

"It's you who brought this disaster!" the lame old carpenter pointed at Lin Mian's nose, spittle flying.

Lin Mian wanted to explain, but realized he could not make a sound.

He felt a wave of weakness, as if an invisible force bound his body, and Jin Chen appeared behind him, lightly placing a hand on his shoulder.

Warmth flowed from Jin Chen's palm, Lin Mian's consciousness gradually clearing, the accusations fading away.

The dream began to shatter, the surrounding scenery cracking like glass into countless fragments that vanished into the darkness.

——

Lin Mian snapped his eyes open.

Moonlight still softly bathed the headboard, the dreamcatcher's gemstone having returned to calm.

The early morning had passed, a faint light already showing outside the window.

Jin Chen's arm still encircled his waist, body heat seeping through the thin shirt, his breath brushing against Lin Mian's sweaty nape.

Lin Mian's throat was dry; he jerked his head to look at Jin Chen, astonishment still lingering in his eyes.

The dream felt all too real.

"That's merely an omen; it doesn't have to come true."

Jin Chen's voice, hoarse from just waking, said, "The prophecy elf's dream magnifies fear, but..."

He suddenly paused, his gaze dropping, "Kun Kun, you're gripping me a little too tight."

Lin Mian then realized he had almost dug his nails into Jin Chen's arm, hastily letting go, his ears burning: "Sorry, I..."

"No need to apologize." Jin Chen turned over, enveloping Lin Mian completely in his embrace, his fingers stroking the tense spine.

Lin Mian, forced back onto the pillow, heard the heartbeat right beside him and suddenly grabbed Jin Chen's collar.

Jin Chen carried perhaps an elf‑unique fragrance mixed with the scent of leaves, often reminding him of a forest washed clean after a rainstorm, very soothing.

"Jin Chen."

"Hm?" Jin Chen replied lazily, giving Lin Mian's back an occasional pat.

He too was pondering the dream's content, which seemed utterly different from the original plot yet shared some overlaps.

The only variable lay in Qin Zong.

"Can we change the prophecy?" Lin Mian asked him.

"Of course," Jin Chen said, moving his palm upward to ruffle Lin Mian's hair, "This is exactly the prophecy elf's gift—I'll be with you, don't be afraid."

In Jin Chen's emerald pupils reflected Lin Mian's faint worry.

Lin Mian, feeling dazed, lifted his hand to gently stroke the corner of Jin Chen's eye.

Those eyes were filled with divinity.

Jin Chen did not dodge; the close proximity pleased him, and he couldn't help but hold Lin Mian tighter.

"All right, sleep a little longer; tomorrow I'll go to the orchard to check the situation."

Lin Mian, as if scalded, snapped back to awareness, pulling his hand back into the blanket—only for it to land on Jin Chen's chest in an instant.

Held so tightly, there was nowhere to hide.

Lin Mian exhaled lightly, no longer fretting over the nightmare, yet his heartbeat noticeably quickened.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 41!】

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Another day dawned.

Jin Chen led Ling Gun Gun sneaking into the orchard to eavesdrop on the two protagonists' secret talk.

Lin Mian, staying at the farm, had no time to keep worrying about dreams; the farm's hot summer always had endless work.

Even the black cat wasn't idle, leading the fluffy little chicks in a long line, strutting proudly, then calling them to peck away the pests in the soil.

Lin Mian bent over, carefully checking the growth of the vegetables.

Just then, the black cat meowed rhythmically a few times, indicating a guest had arrived.

Lin Mian raised his head and saw a middle-aged man walking toward them.

"Xiao Lin! Are you busy?" the man asked with a smile, his tone enthusiastic.

Lin Mian recognized him; he was the boss of the farm-stay in the scenic area jointly developed by the three nearby villages, Uncle Li.

He put down his tools, smiling, and replied: "Uncle Li, how come you're here? Is there something you need?"

Uncle Li walked up to Lin Mian, rubbed his hands, his tone full of anticipation.

"It's like this: our farm-stay recently needs to hold a big gathering and requires a batch of seasonal vegetables, but the usual suppliers are outrageously expensive at this time, almost wanting to sell the vegetables for more than gold."

"I heard people in this village say that the produce from Abundant Harvest Farm is especially good, so I wanted to ask if you could supply some."

Lin Mian heard this and felt a bit delighted: "Of course! I happen to have fresh vegetables right now; the price… even if you give me the new‑customer rate, I'll charge seventy percent of the market supply price."

"Uncle Li, please come in and have a seat."

Lin Mian welcomed him into the wooden house Living Room.

Uncle Li smiled, sat down, and shook out a list from his pocket.

"Great! I need tomatoes, cucumbers, green peppers, and eggplants, plus some loofah, water spinach, and bitter gourd, about thirty catties each—does that work for you?"

Lin Mian quickly calculated the stock in his mind and then said: "No problem, we have all of those."

"However, to ensure freshness, I can deliver in two batches: half the day before the event, and the other half early on the morning of the event—what do you think?"

Uncle Li nodded repeatedly: "Good, good, good. Fresh vegetables will make the guests even more satisfied."

Lin Mian thought for a moment, sliced some fruit and arranged it on a plate, then asked with a smile: "Uncle Li, do you need any fruit? The farm is abundant with fruit right now—I can give you a good price as well."