Chapter 2147 The Miraculous Daily Life of Harvest Farm 17

Just at this moment, the farm gate opened, and Lin Mian walked into the yard and saw the ground in a mess, with fish that had been ejected rolling on the ground.

He blinked slowly and looked at the stunned people again.

Lin Mian tilted his head and put his hands behind his back.

five minutes later.

"Ow..."

"Meow……"

"Giggle!"

The two little ones, along with a group of chicks, were lined up in a row and trained one by one.

"I was gone for less than two hours, and you guys messed up the yard like this."

Lin Mian poked the heads of the two little ones one by one, and the thin bamboo stick made the two little ones fall backwards. "Uncle Li said this morning that his hound would destroy the house, and he envied me for raising such a well-behaved animal. This is how you destroy it."

"Lingdan is not allowed to eat dinner tonight, and Xiaomo's dried fish is gone."

The little chicks were too young and not smart, they were simply fooled, so they were exempted from punishment.

After Lin Mian finished scolding, he suddenly got stuck when he looked at Jinchen for the last time.

Jin Chen quickly stood up as well: "Qin Zong came to steal the dew of the magical seeds, but I chased him away."

Lin Mian poked Jinchen's forehead with his fingertips and said, "Then go make dinner."

"Also, this won't happen again."

Jinchen put his arm around his waist, rested his chin on his shoulder and nodded: "Okay!"

The actual heroes cast puzzled looks at him after being punished.

"Meow!" The black cat was dissatisfied.

The cats were punished.

Why doesn’t God’s messenger have it?

Ling Gungun shook his head as if he was used to it, and planned to sneak out to hunt tonight.

It is impossible to skip dinner, you can't skip any meal.

-

late at night.

The fireflies outside the window were gliding through the grass, as if lighting up the way for the approaching guests.

Lin Mian and Jin Chen had just finished clearing away the dishes from dinner when they heard a gentle knock on the door.

The black cat jumped off the table and broke open the wooden door.

The scene outside the door made Black Cat take a few steps back.

An elf woman in a starry dress was floating in the air, with two strange visitors standing behind her: a short elf with a sturdy figure and skin as brown as earth, and a tall man holding a harp and wearing a feather hat.

"The prophecy elf Arya, accompanied by the land elf Terra and the bard Kroni, is here to visit us." Arya's voice was as clear as a wind chime.

Lin Mian looked at them in confusion, obviously not expecting so many guests to come at the same time.

"Hello." Lin Mian still welcomed them with a smile.

Alia floated into the house lightly, turned around and bowed slightly to Jinchen: "Lord God's Messenger, long time no see."

Jinchen nodded in response, his eyes sweeping over Terra and Kroni.

The land elf Terra placed his rough palm on his chest: "Tera is willing to serve the messenger of God."

The bard Croni took off his feather hat and bowed elegantly. "Oh my, meeting the elf messenger in the human world is the highlight of my career!"

Jinchen's pretense didn't last for a few seconds before Lin Mian asked him to wash the dishes more cleanly. The punishment was not over yet.

"Oh." The envoy of God turned and went into the kitchen.

Lin Mian served homemade jam and honey tea, along with the farm’s recently prolific watermelons, and the Chinese vegetable salad—chili mixed cold dishes—that has been well received by villagers recently.

Terra sat cross-legged at the table, pinching the teacup with her rough fingers, and muttered, "The human's craftsmanship is quite good, much better than the elves' dew soup."

Cronie leaned against the bookcase, plucking the harp casually, and the strings flowed out a melody like spring water: "Dear Lin, I heard that you saved the blacksmith's daughter? This story is worth writing into a narrative poem!"

Lin Mian felt a little embarrassed by the compliment, "Thank you, but I won't need to write it into a poem."

The bard blinked and pulled out a roll of yellowed parchment from his cloak. "This is my payment for accommodation! This is a collection of stories that I stole—ahem, borrowed—from the Elven Archives. It records the secrets of the encounters between the elves and the human world over the past thousand years."

He looked at Lin Mian meaningfully, "I think you will like it very much!"

After Lin Mian thanked him, he put the parchment scroll away.

Now I want to take the initiative to learn about the world of elves. On the one hand, of course, it is because of my mother, Ms. Lin Yao, and on the other hand...

Lin Mian raised his eyes to look at Jinchen who came out of the kitchen, and moved sideways to let him sit next to him, with a slight light in his eyes.

At some point, Alia floated out onto the porch and looked up at the starry sky.

Lin Mian thought of the prophetic dream, and when he followed her out, he heard her whispering something in the Elvish language.

"Ms. Alia."

She suddenly turned to Lin Mian and said, "I sense your concern."

"Yes, I am worried."

Lin Mian nodded and said honestly: "The farm is my mother's hard work. I hope there are still so many residents in the village. I... I can't afford the cost of the prophecy coming true."

“Prophecy is not a destiny, but a projection of countless possibilities.”

Alia gently put her hand on his shoulder, and some green balls of light appeared in the air. "The Lord Messenger of God will protect his humans."

"Terra was invited by the Lord God to help."

Jinchen's Humans...

Lin Mian was embarrassed for a moment.

What a strange thing to say.

From inside the house came the piercing sound of Cronie plucking the wrong string, followed by Terra's roar: "What a tune! You made my tea go cold!"

Alia chuckled, and the ball of light dissipated instantly: "I need to sleep during the day, and I won't disturb you at night. If you have any questions that need answers, please come to me."

As Lin Mian and Jin Chen arranged wooden sculpture rooms for the three elves, Taila assured Lin Mian in a loud voice: "I will do my best to make this land more fertile."

After saying that, he wanted to bump fists with Lin Mian, but was knocked back by Jinchen.

"Ah, you can't touch the human of Lord God." Kroni quickly pulled Terra into the room.

These words were said in front of Jinchen. Lin Mian's ears felt hot. He glanced at those emerald eyes out of the corner of his eye, but Jinchen grabbed his finger first.

Jinchen was attracted by his wife's affectionate eyes and moved over to kiss her.

“…It’s late.”

Lin Mian turned away quickly, not ready yet, and coughed lightly, "Let's go back and rest."

[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 46! 】

"……snort."

No kiss.

I will get it back later.

Jinchen muttered behind him, and when he saw Lin Mian's ears turned even redder, he laughed again.

The night is high.

Lin Mian sat leaning against the head of the bed and spent half the night reading most of the collection of stories about the elves.

But my mood became increasingly heavy.

After a long time, accompanied by the moonlight, he opened the window and looked towards Jinchen's room. The arc of his brows was filled with worry.

-

orchard.

Jiang Ji saw that the fruit trees in the orchard had become plump and bright overnight, and his eyes were full of surprise: "Qin Zong, what did you do? How did these fruits become so good?"

Even better than the one promoted by water and dew.

Qin Zong clenched the black scar on his palm and said, "This is my secret, you don't need to worry about it. Just know that our orchard will soon become a farm."

Although Jiang Ji was a little confused, he didn't ask any more questions when he saw that the quality of the fruit had indeed improved a lot.