Chapter 2145: Abundant Harvest Farm's Miraculous Daily Life 16

Jin Chen brought Ling Gun Gun silently to the orchard.

He lightly leapt onto a tall fruit tree, Ling Gun Gun closely followed, squatting elegantly beside him.

Under the tree, Jiang Ji and Qin Zong were speaking in low voices.

"Boss Song said we must deliver the goods in seven days; we have to pick the best of this batch of fruit." Jiang Ji's finger pinched a rotten-skinned apple, juice dripped through the gaps, leaving a dark red stain in the soil.

He looked at the rotten fruit, tone dispirited: "If it's again like last time, being nitpicked by Old Master Song..."

Qin Zong carelessly kicked the rotten fruit aside, sneering: "Old Man's tongue has been pickled by the dew; he can't tell good from bad."

He suddenly lowered his voice, pulled out a thumb-sized glass bottle from his pocket: "Just to be safe, I'll go get some more 'fertilizer' tonight."

They all knew what this fertilizer was.

One leads to two; after tasting the sweetness of fruit irrigated with dew, Jiang Ji couldn't utter any insincere words.

Jin Chen heard this, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He reached out and plucked a cherry, intending to taste how it differed from the farm's, but as the flesh touched his tongue, a strong metallic rust flavor shot up, making his temples ache.

Jin Chen frowned and spat it out, utterly unable to swallow.

This wasn't mere rot; the elf's keen sense of taste let him instantly realize the fruit here was off, the strange bitterness in the flesh couldn't be salvaged even by the dew.

Jin Chen snatched up the happily munching Ling Gun Gun, hind legs up, head down, and gave it a shake.

"Don't eat it, it's all dirty stuff."

"Ugh… crack crack crack!"

Ling Gun Gun choked in the throat, kicking its hind legs listlessly as its head lolled, tongue lolling out.

These two rascals can ruin a perfectly good orchard—quite capable.

Jin Chen pondered, his finger hooked through the leaves toward Qin Zong's head.

Two leaf pieces flew out silently, indeed corroded black.

Hey! Ling Gun Gun instantly perked up, turning into a tiny light cluster on Jin Chen's shoulder for covert observation.

【Could the protagonist top also be an evil elf!】 Ling Gun Gun's tone was a bit horrified, 【In the original plot, the orchard gets destroyed—why doesn't he help?】

Jin Chen heard the gist, learned the full story, then left with Ling Gun Gun.

【Host, what should we do next?】

【Wait by the stump for the thief.】

——

Returning to the farm, the Farm Joy boss happened to be leaving, Lin Mian's face showed visible delight.

"Kun Kun, who is he?" Jin Chen asked.

Lin Mian immediately shared the joy with Jin Chen, frankly saying not only vegetables but also fruit had been supplied in large quantities, amounting to the biggest single income since he took over the farm.

"Congratulations, Kun Kun!"

Jin Chen likewise showed great happiness, deciding to express it with a hug.

Being pressed on the shoulder by Lin Mian and pushed back, "No, I just finished cooking lunch; after eating I have to go pick vegetables and fruits, and also feed the chicks."

The longer they got along, the bolder this Divine Envoy became, hugging without end.

Although summer and elf hugs are still rather cool.

Lin Mian seriously suppressed that thought, continuing to work as a busy farm owner.

He raised a hand to rub Jin Chen's forehead, unable to meet that dissatisfied, blazing gaze: "We still have plenty of work; to avoid repeating the nightmare, let's be as diligent as possible."

Jin Chen: "I'm already very diligent."

Rising early and sleeping early every day, working from sunrise to sunset—it's simply too diligent.

So diligent is he, he doesn't even have his wife's hug.

Jin Chen softly sighed, yet let out a loud sound.

"Hey!"

Lin Mian: "……"

Well, becoming a busy and wealthy farm owner and such, put that aside for now.

The urgent matter is not to let the worker Divine Envoy go on strike and refuse work.

Lin Mian stepped forward two steps, carrying the fresh sweet aroma of pumpkin corn porridge, and embraced Jin Chen's shoulders.

"Only a brief hug." Lin Mian, even while indulgent, still had a bottom line.

Jin Chen was dissatisfied, but still let himself be coaxed, reaching out to pinch Lin Mian's cheeks: "All right, Kun Kun, you're getting more and more of a farm owner's spirit."

Lin Mian, dizzy from the sun, closed his eyes and leaned on Jin Chen's shoulder, nodding slightly.

At least count it as praise.

——

As Jin Chen expected, Qin Zong said he'd come to steal the dew, but wouldn't last until the seventh day.

The next day, the black cat spotted a sneaky figure outside the fence.

Today, only Lin Mian, who had been invited out by Uncle Li to inspect the Farm Joy base, was not at home.

With the farm owner away, the helper acted like a tyrant.

Qin Zong bent low, sneaking to the farm's edge, his rough palm gripping the glass bottle for stealing dew, nimbly slipping inside.

"Meow—"

The black cat darted out from behind the hedge, its purple vertical pupils locked on Qin Zong's throat.

The originally lazy paw pads now extended claws, a low growl rolling from its throat.

"Get lost!" Qin Zong kicked hard with his foot, but was suddenly yanked down by a vine shooting out.

The black cat seized the chance to leap onto his back, claws "ripping" his shirt open.

Yo, guests have arrived.

Jin Chen sat in the rocking chair, slightly raising his eyebrows at Qin Zong, his fingertips lifting.

Qin Zong's expression changed drastically; he reacted quickly, not expecting Jin Chen to still be at the farm at this time.

The black cat, as if receiving orders, lunged with its fangs precisely at Qin Zong's neck but missed.

Qin Zong was still agile, he turned and drew his gun, but before he could aim at Jin Chen he repeated his mistake, being knocked down by a white lion that leapt from the roof.

Roar!

Ling Gun Gun raised its paw and gave Qin Zong two big slaps.

The vines in the corner came back into play, a swarm of snakes flew toward Qin Zong like a dance.

Damn! Playing tricks!

Qin Zong drew a short-barreled hunting shotgun from his waist, the smell of gunpowder mingling with blood exploding in the night wind.

The bullet, however, hovered half a meter in front of Jin Chen, caught in a net woven from vines.

Qin Zong's temples bulged with veins as he tried to fire again, but the vines had already coiled around his whole body.

Jin Chen casually flicked the bullet aside, then, as if watching a show, shifted his pose in the rocking chair to lie sideways, exuding a lazy, infuriating air.

With such fire, hurry up and wash up.

Qin Zong's curses mixed with the dull sound of breaking bones, as the vines dragged him and smashed him into the fish pond.

Water splashed explosively.

Qin Zong's head was plunged in, then lifted by the vines, plunged again, lifted again—repeated three times.

When he was about to be thrown to the ground again, Qin Zong slammed heavily onto the floor; under Ling Gun Gun's summons, fluffy little chicks lined up and jumped onto his chest.

"Cluck-cluck! Cluck-cluck!" The little chicks happily hopped, their sharp beaks pecking at his nose like rain.

Qin Zong furiously swung his arm, but the vines bound his wrists, rendering him immobile.

Even the toughest special forces soldier couldn't endure Jin Chen's torment.

Fun, huh?

Jin Chen rose, looked down at Qin Zong soaking in the water, the vines coiled like a whip around his neck, tightening slowly.

Qin Zong's face turned purple, a broken curse squeezed from his throat: 'You… you monster…'

'Thanks for the praise—you're no slouch either.' Jin Chen flicked his cuffs and spoke softly.

The vines wrapped around Qin Zong's waist and hurled him over the fence like tossing a torn sack.

The dull thud of the heavy object hitting the ground startled a flock of birds into flight.

Roar!

Meow!

Cluck-cluck-cluck!

The heroes let out joyful cheers.

The little chicks lined up in Jin Chen's palm to receive cherry rewards, the black cat squatted on the roof licking its paws, the tip of its tail swaying proudly.