Chapter 2158: The Abundant Harvest Farm's Magical Daily Life 29

Lin Mian still felt that Jin Chen was doing it on purpose.

But what could he do? Whenever Jin Chen put on a look of grievance with those beautiful eyes, he forgot all his principles.

But the hammock really didn't give any support.

In short, ignoring those times he almost fell and had to grab Jin Chen's neck for leverage, ending up exhausted and wanting to escape, only to find he couldn't get away no matter what.

If he slept alone inside to rest, it was still quite nice.

After the pain of thinking back, Lin Mian still didn't take down the hammock; he just forbade Jin Chen from getting close anymore.

Time quickly came to the evening of the celebration.

In front of the farm's wooden huts hung several pumpkin lanterns, their warm yellow glow swaying in the wind, illuminating the path covered with fallen leaves.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, the crispness of morning dew wine, and the strange fragrance of various magical gifts brought by the spirits.

Lin Mian and Jin Chen stood side by side at the wooden hut's door, welcoming the spirit guests who came from all directions.

They even set up a proper reception desk, piled high with the spirits' favorite morning dew wine.

The first to arrive were the short, stout rock spirits; they were only as high as a human's knee, yet they carried oak wine barrels half a person tall.

The leading rock spirit, with a white beard sticking out, shouted in a deep, resonant voice: "Envoy, we've brought lava wine brewed from volcanic ash to exchange with you!"

Jin Chen flipped through the spirit encyclopedia, glanced, and calmly said: "Rock spirits come of age at ten; they can drink alcohol."

Lin Mian looked at the encyclopedia in surprise, then smiled as he took the wine barrel: "Thank you for your gift, please come in."

Immediately, silver mist drifted from the woods, condensing into a group of slender mist spirits.

The leading maiden spirit was about 1.8 meters tall, gracefully offering many boxes of frost-congealed fruit berries: "Envoy, this is a specialty of the polar frozen lands."

But Jin Chen suddenly reached out to stop her eager hand: "Mist spirits come of age at three hundred; you're only two hundred, so you cannot touch the morning dew wine."

The maiden's face fell instantly: "How can you even tell our clan's age?!"

Lin Mian furtively flipped the encyclopedia and discovered that after coming of age, mist spirits' silver hair gains a golden edge, while this one's hair was still pure silver.

"The spirits' age range is that wide?"

He suddenly thought of something, moved closer to stare at Jin Chen: "You should be of age by now, right?"

Jin Chen: "……"

Jin Chen leaned in and kissed him, eyes innocent and pure: "My wife, can't you feel it?"

Lin Mian choked, pushed his shoulder away, feeling he was just asking the obvious.

The courtyard had already been set up like a magical market, long tables laden with morning dew wine and various spirit brews.

Jin Chen stood by the wine barrel, one hand holding the encyclopedia, the other a wine cup, like a strict bartender:

"Tree spirits come of age at one hundred twenty; you may drink."

"Snow demons come of age at four hundred; this cup is not for you."

"Night owl spirits? Oh, you judge age by feather color…… okay, those with dark gray feathers can drink."

Lin Mian helped pour drinks on the side.

The drunken tree spirit clung to the table, shouting: "Envoy! Are you and Boss Lin partners? The old fogeys of the Elder Council are about to explode with anger!"

Instantly, a clamor rose around them, even the winged spirits on the beams fluttered their wings to join the fun.

Suddenly, several sharp golden lights flashed outside the window.

The Elder Council's communication spell burst like fireworks, and twisted large characters appeared in the air: "Consorting with humans violates spirit law!"

Jin Chen didn't even lift his eyelids; he casually waved his hand, and vines sprang up to the eaves, extinguishing the golden light.

He then turned and embraced Lin Mian's waist, planting a kiss on his forehead before everyone.

Expressing his contempt for the Elder Council through action.

The spirits burst into cheers.

It was obvious that the equally stubborn Elder Council had long been...

Meanwhile, at the garden restaurant.

Chef Old Zhang, who had napped at noon and slept straight through to dark, discovered the surroundings empty, and faintly saw light and heard laughter coming from the direction of the farm's wooden huts.

Old Zhang walked toward the wooden hut, but the further he went, the more startled he became.

Though there were clearly no wires around the hut, now hundreds of firefly-like green lanterns floated in the air, and glowing vines hung from the treetops.

He peered through a crack in the fence, only to see a group of palm-sized flowers in the courtyard holding morning dew wine and doing a tap dance.

Several moving stones tossed pumpkins into the air as juggling acts, and even more absurdly, the animals were talking!

"Mom!" Old Zhang's legs gave way and he sat down on the ground, then his neck was suddenly poked by something cold.

He stiffly turned his head to face a vine twisted into a question‑mark shape, its tip bearing a small white flower.

"There's a ghost!!!"

Old Zhang tried to roll and crawl away, but the vines coiled around his ankles and hoisted him upside down.

His pig‑like shriek startled the spirits in the courtyard; Jin Chen flicked a finger, and the vines instantly flung the screaming Old Zhang into the wooden hut.

The wooden door slammed shut, Old Zhang collapsed on the ground, trembling as the spirits gathered around.

The flower spirits giggled as they showered him with pollen, the vines swayed before his eyes, and even the usually gentle elk spirit deliberately shoved its antlers up to his nose.

The wooden hut instantly went dark.

Jin Chen sauntered over slowly, his green pupils glowing with a faint light in the gloom.

"Human, you're quite lucky."

Old Zhang: "……"

Is that still the aloof green‑eyed helper?!

"Triple your wages, keep quiet, or……"

"Heh heh heh…"

Outside the window, a uniform, eerie cackling suddenly came; all the elves simultaneously grinned, revealing sharp teeth that flashed with cold light.

"I'll keep it secret!" Old Zhang cried, nodding, as the vines wrapped him and threw him out of the wooden house; he even heard that vine mimic his wail, pinching its voice: "Mom! There's a ghost~"

Seeing Old Zhang run off relieved, the prank only then ended.

Lin Mian shook her head helplessly; finding a good cook is not easy, hoping Old Zhang won't come to resign tomorrow.

That night, residents of Hope Village living near the farm rumored they heard wonderful singing and loud cheers, and inexplicably saw fireworks bursting in the sky.

But the rumors about the mysterious Harvest Farm are no longer a secret, and hardly any villagers actively investigate them.

The celebration went very smoothly; the warehouse was piled high with all kinds of gifts sent by the elves. Just as Lin Mian was immersed in the joy of love and the harvest bounty, an accident quietly arrived.

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At dusk, Jiang Ji stood alone outside the farm's entrance fence, hesitating for a long time before knocking on the farm's main gate.

In fact, he had come once during the day as well, but he had gone to the restaurant.

Before coming, he kept hearing from his family how wonderful the farm was and how capable Lin Mian was; he listened, annoyed, wanting to refute, but his voice failed him the moment he stepped into the garden restaurant.

The sight before him made his chest feel tight.

The orchard he once took pride in now lay desolate and ruined, while Lin Mian's farm teemed with life like a prairie fire, every detail seeming to mock his failure.

When Lin Mian opened the door, Jiang Ji's face was pallid, his fingers clenched tightly at the hem of his clothes, completely lacking the former arrogance.

He spoke with a hoarse voice: "Lin Mian... may I come in to talk?"

Lin Mian blinked, stepped aside to let him into the farm, and then led him to the guest wooden house.

Jiang Ji's gaze swept over the cozy furnishings inside and the harvest scenery outside the window; his throat moved, his voice hoarse: "Your farm... is really wonderful."

Those words were mixed with envy and bitterness.