Chapter 2146 The Miraculous Daily Life of Harvest Farm 16
Jinchen brought Linggungun to the orchard quietly.
He leaped lightly onto a tall fruit tree, and Ling Gungun followed closely behind him, squatting beside him very gracefully.
Under the tree, Jiang Ji and Qin Zong were talking in low voices.
"Boss Song said that the goods must be delivered in seven days, and this batch of fruits must be the best." Jiang Ji pinched an apple with rotten skin with his fingers, and the juice dripped through his fingers, leaving dark red marks in the soil.
He looked at the rotten fruit and said in a frustrated tone, "If Mr. Song finds fault with me again like last time..."
Qin Zong kicked away the rotten fruit at his feet nonchalantly and sneered, "The old man's tongue has been pickled by the water dew, how can he tell the difference between good and bad."
He suddenly lowered his voice and took out a thumb-sized glass bottle from his pocket. "But to be on the safe side, I'll go get some more 'fertilizer' tonight."
They knew exactly what this fertilizer was.
Once there is a first time, there will be a second time. After tasting the sweetness of irrigating the fruit trees with dew, Jiang Ji could not say anything against his will.
When Jinchen heard this, a cold look flashed in his eyes.
He reached out and picked a cherry, intending to taste it and see if there was any difference between it and the ones from the farm. But as soon as the flesh touched his tongue, the strong smell of rust made his temple ache.
Jinchen frowned and spit it out, unable to swallow it.
This was not simply rot. The elf's keen sense of taste allowed him to immediately realize that something was wrong with the fruit here. The strange bitterness in the flesh could not even be restored by dew.
Jinchen picked up Linggungun, who was eating with gusto, and shook his head with his hind legs facing the sky and head facing the ground.
"Don't eat it, it's all dirty."
“Ugh… Crack, crack!”
Ling Gungun had something stuck in his throat. He kicked his hind legs and tilted his head lifelessly with his tongue sticking out.
These two guys are really capable of developing a good orchard into this state.
Jinchen pondered and hooked his finger at Qin Zong's head through the leaves.
Two leaves flew out silently again, and they were indeed eroded and turned black.
Hey! Ling Gungun immediately perked up, turned into a small ball of light and stayed on Jinchen's shoulder, making it easier to hide and observe.
[Could it be that the protagonist is also an evil spirit? ] Ling Gungun's tone was a little scary, [Then why didn't he help when the orchard was destroyed in the original plot. ]
Jinchen listened to the general situation, learned the whole story and left with Ling Gungun.
【Host, what should we do next? 】
【Waiting for the thief. 】
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When he returned to the farm, the owner of the farm stay had just left, and there was visible joy on Lin Mian's face.
"KunKun, who is he?" Jinchen asked.
Lin Mian immediately shared his joy with Jinchen, and said frankly that not only vegetables but also fruits were supplied, which was the largest single income since he took over the farm.
“Congratulations Kun Kun!”
Jinchen also appeared very happy and decided to express his joy with a hug.
Lin Mian held his shoulders and pushed him back, "No, I just cooked lunch. After lunch, I have to go pick fruits and vegetables. I also have to feed the chickens."
The longer they were together, the bolder this lord envoy of God became, and he would hug me endlessly.
Although it's quite cool to hug the elves in summer.
Lin Mian seriously suppressed this thought and continued to be a busy farmer.
He raised his hand and touched Jinchen's forehead, not quite able to look directly into that dissatisfied and burning gaze, "We still have a lot of work to do. In order not to repeat the nightmare, try to be more diligent."
Jinchen: "I have been very hardworking."
Going to bed early and getting up early every day, working from sunrise to sunset, is really too hardworking.
He is so hardworking, but he doesn’t even get a hug from his wife.
Jinchen sighed softly, but made a loud sound.
"Eh!"
Lin Mian: “…”
Okay, let’s put aside the idea of being a busy and wealthy farmer.
The most urgent task is to prevent the helper, the messenger, from going on strike.
Lin Mian took two steps forward, bringing with him the sweet aroma of freshly made pumpkin and polenta, and put his arms around Jinchen’s shoulders and hugged him.
"You can only hug me for a while." Even though Lin Mian was indulgent, he still had a bottom line.
Jinchen was not very satisfied, but he was still coaxed. He stretched out his hand and pinched Lin Mian's cheek, "Well, Kunkun, you are becoming more and more like a farmer."
Lin Mian felt dizzy from the sun, closed his eyes, leaned on Jinchen's shoulder and nodded.
Let's just call it a compliment.
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As Jinchen expected, Qin Zong would not last until the seventh day if he said he wanted to steal the water dew.
The next day, the black cat discovered a figure sneaking outside the fence.
Today, only Lin Mian, who was invited by Uncle Li to go out and see the farm base, was not at home.
The farmer is not at home, and the helper is the boss.
Qin Zong bent his waist and sneaked to the edge of the farm. With his rough palm, he held the glass bottle used to steal dew and nimbly slipped in.
"Meow-"
The black cat jumped out from behind the fence like lightning, and its purple vertical pupils stared at Qin Zong's throat.
The originally lazy pads of flesh now popped out sharp claws, and a low threatening sound rolled out of the throat.
"Get out!" Qin Zong raised his foot and kicked hard, but was suddenly pulled down by a vine that stretched out.
The black cat took the opportunity to jump onto his back and ripped his shirt open with its claws.
"Oh, a guest is coming."
Jinchen sat in the rocking chair, raised his eyebrows slightly towards Qin Zong, and raised his fingertips slightly.
Qin Zong's face changed in shock, and he reacted quickly. He didn't expect Jinchen to be on the farm at this time.
The black cat seemed to have received an order, and its fangs accurately pounced at the back of Qin Zong's neck but missed.
Qin Zong was still agile after all. He turned over and took out his gun, but before he could aim at Jinchen, he made the same mistake again and was knocked down by a white lion that jumped out from the roof.
"Ow!"
Ling Gungun raised his paw and slapped Qin Zong twice.
The vines in the corner came into play again, and a group of flying snakes attacked Qin Zong.
"Fuck! You're playing tricks on me!"
Qin Zong pulled out a short-barreled shotgun from his waist, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with blood exploded in the night wind.
The bullet hovered half a meter in front of Jinchen and was caught in a net woven by vines.
Veins bulged on Qin Zong's temples. He wanted to fire another shot, but the vines had already wrapped around his body.
Jinchen casually pushed the bullet away, then changed his position in the rocking chair as if watching a show, lying sideways with an infuriatingly lazy feeling.
"You are so angry, wash yourself quickly."
Qin Zong's curses were mixed with the dull sound of bones breaking as he was swept by the vines and smashed into the fish pond.
There was a loud splash.
Qin Zong's head was stabbed in and then lifted up by the vine. It was stabbed in and lifted up, and this was repeated three times.
When he threw them to the ground again, Qin Zong smashed them heavily. At Ling Gungun's call, the furry little chicks lined up and jumped onto Qin Zong's chest.
"Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!" The chicks jumped happily and pecked at his nose with their sharp beaks like raindrops.
Qin Zong waved his arms in anger, but his wrists were bound by vines and he could not move.
No matter how strong a special forces soldier is, he cannot withstand such torture from Jinchen.
"Is it fun?"
Jinchen stood up and looked down at Qin Zong who was soaking in the water. The vines wrapped around his neck like a whip and slowly tightened.
Qin Zong's face turned purple, and he uttered a broken curse from his throat: "You...you monster..."
"Thank you for the compliment. You are not much inferior to me." Jinchen brushed his sleeves and said softly.
The vines wrapped around Qin Zong's waist and threw him over the fence like a sack.
The dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground startled a flock of birds.
"Ow!"
"mum!"
"Giggle!"
The heroes cheered with joy.
The chicks lined up in Jinchen's palm to receive cherry rewards. The black cat squatted on the roof licking its paws, and the tip of its tail swayed proudly.
