Chapter 2142 The Miraculous Daily Life of Harvest Farm 12
The morning light was dim, and a few rays of light golden sunlight leaked in through the window frames.
The breeze blew past the wicker flower basket by the window, mixed with the rustling sounds of the black cat and Zero chasing each other in the distance.
Lin Mian fluttered his eyelashes in a daze, and his nose rubbed against the warm and soft skin. The fresh scent of sandalwood with morning dew lingered faintly in his breath.
He blinked slowly and suddenly realized that his cheek was pressed against Jinchen's chest, rising and falling gently with his even breathing.
Lin Mian suddenly woke up, his whole body stiff and he dared not move. Jinchen's arms were loosely wrapped around his waist, and his shirt was half open in his sleep.
He secretly raised his eyes, his gaze sliding from the other person's trembling eyelashes to the pale lips, and in a trance he recalled the touch of the tip of the nose touching her in the moonlight last night.
He didn't even think about why he was sleeping in Jinchen's room.
Just as Lin Mian held his breath and tried to move away quietly, Jinchen closed his eyes and accurately grabbed his waist and pressed him into his arms, rubbing his hot earlobe.
"Sleepy." Jinchen's voice sounded a little coquettish.
The warm breath startled Lin Mian and his hand, which was trying to resist, was caught and pressed against the other person's chest. He could feel the clear heartbeat through the thin shirt.
Lin Mian: “…”
If he was not fully awake just now, this action could only be described as too deliberate.
"You're awake." Lin Mian calmed down a lot.
Jinchen lazily raised his upper body, smiled and opened his eyes, saying with extraordinary sincerity, "Kun Kun, good morning!"
The early morning summer breeze blew in through the window, bringing with it a cool breeze, but making the whole room seem particularly comfortable and natural.
Lin Mian suddenly had a feeling that the years were peaceful and quiet, as if time had stopped at this moment.
He sighed softly, reached out and pushed Jinchen's head, with helplessness in his tone.
"Good morning."
Oh, I didn’t get scolded.
Jinchen continued to lie back down, trying to pull Lin Mian back to sleep, "Sleepy, it's still early, we can sleep for a while."
“No,” Lin Mian’s farmer mentality briefly came online, and he pulled Jinchen up as well, “I’m going to make breakfast, you go water the vegetable garden.”
Jinchen yawned.
Lin Mian added: "You can't use magic, and you can't ask the two little ones and Mr. Groom for help."
Jinchen: "..."
Jinchen held back his yawn and said aggrievedly: "Oh."
It turned out to be waiting here.
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After breakfast, with Mr. Groom's blessing, Lin Mian and Jinchen went to the blacksmith shop.
Before entering the house, I heard Xiaoru's heart-wrenching cry mixed with Lao Zhang's anxious pacing.
"Xiao Ru, be good..."
Jiang Ji and Qin Zong happened to come hurriedly from another road, holding a clay jar in their hands, with brown medicine swaying at the mouth of the jar.
Jiang Ji paused when he saw Lin Mian, then raised his chin and walked in without saying a word.
Inside the house, Xiaoru was curled up in the corner crying. The blacksmith shop owner was at a loss as to what to do, not knowing whether to hug her or comfort her.
Standing in the corner was an old man with a goatee, a barefoot doctor who often walked around the village. He was also at a loss as to what to do.
"Master Zhang, try this." Jiang Ji put the pottery jar on the table, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Lao Zhang, "It will definitely work."
"Wait a minute, let me take a look first. What are you cooking?" The barefoot doctor sniffed a few times and reached out his hand.
The barefoot doctor dipped his finger in the drug and tasted it. His gray beard trembled violently. "Nonsense! This concentration can kill a cow!"
He snatched the medicine jar and pointed at Jiang Ji, cursing: "Are you the King of Hell? The child's internal organs are delicate, if he drinks it, he will die!"
The room was somewhat quiet.
Jiang Ji's face turned pale and he dug his fingertips into his palms.
Jinchen ate the melon in silence, and also leaned in to smell it, then returned to Lin Mian with a wrinkled nose, "These two are crazy."
Qin Zong suddenly threw the pottery jar onto the table, and the medicine splashed at Jinchen's feet. "Is it your turn to say anything?"
Qin Zong seemed to be in a particularly bad temper today, with faint blue and dark spots under his eyes.
More importantly...
Jinchen raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he sensed a faint magical aura from this person.
Lin Mian walked forward, gently placed the sachet in Xiaoru's arms, and said softly: "Xiaoru, try this, it will help you sleep well."
Xiaoru's crying gradually became quieter. She looked down at the sachet in her arms. Not long after, her eyelids began to twitch. She yawned and obediently reached out to Lao Zhang for a hug.
"Sweet...sleep..."
High judgment.
Old Zhang quickly carried the child back to the bedroom. When he came out again, he saw Jiang Ji's expression was a little unpleasant. "Xiao Jiang, I'm not giving your uncle face, but you can't harm my child."
Jiang Ji was already embarrassed, and hesitantly said aggrievedly: "I...we just want to help.
"Okay, thank you for your kindness."
Old Zhang turned to Lin Mian and smiled, "Xiao Lin, don't worry, the farm tools are for you to use first. If you need anything else, just tell me!"
Jin Chen turned around and chuckled at the two people who were frozen in place: "Did you hear that? The door is over there."
Qin Zong looked at them coldly, turned and left the blacksmith shop.
Lin Mian did not forget Grum's advice that the key was to cure the root cause. He told him the precautions for children who cried at night and had insomnia, and left the remaining drawings before leaving.
The barefoot doctor is also an old man in Hope Village. When he heard that Lin Mian is the new owner of Harvest Farm, he recalled something with a lot of emotion.
He also said that if there were any good herbs in the future, he should remember to save some for him. Lin Mian was not good at this, and it was at least an income, so he naturally agreed.
What Lin Mian didn't expect was.
A week later, the news of the sleeping sachets spread in the village, and many villagers actually asked Lao Zhang to buy them, especially the elderly who had witnessed the glory of Fengshou Farm.
After hearing about this, Grum, who provided the star grass seeds, was surprised that so many people suffered from insomnia.
Uncle Grum decided to help Lin Mian sell star grass before leaving. He tried to use the elf communication to contact his dwarf friend in his hometown and sent the seeds to him urgently.
So during the nights of production, the farm was particularly lively, with the dwarf villagers sitting in a row around a long table. You pass the herbs to me and I grind them. The movements are orderly and inexplicably funny to watch.
Lin Mian naturally served the dwarves and elves their favorite cherry jam.
At daybreak, the dwarves formed a long line again and returned to their home in the other world through the gate.
With the help of the dew from the magic seeds, the star grass grows very fast.
But there are standards for sales and they cannot be rampant.
After reading the manual left by Ms. Lin Yao, Lin Mian and Jin Chen unanimously decided to buy all the fruits and vegetables from the farm together and sell them for a limited time of two months.
After all, Lin Mian didn’t know how many more magical elves would come to the farm.
While being busy and fulfilling, Jinchen did not forget the increasingly strange protagonist, Qin Zong, and would ask Ling Gungun to check on the orchard every two days.
There was just zero description, and Qin Zong didn't go near the farm. He would disappear from the orchard for a few hours from time to time, and suddenly come back from the mountain. His explanation to Jiang Ji was that he couldn't neglect the training.
But the magical aura of an elf on him was so strong that Jinchen could not ignore it.
Jinchen decided to go over and see the situation in person.
