Farming Games are All About Grinding-Chapter 114 - 113: Slime Hatching! (2-in-1: Collapse VS Electricity and Lazy Fish in the Blue River Reward Added)
Chapter 114: Chapter 113: Slime Hatching! (2-in-1: Collapse VS Electricity and Lazy Fish in the Blue River Reward Added)
It wasn’t until 8:20 PM that Han Qiwu finally put down "Flower Fairy in My House".
Just like with Dinosaur Knight, once you get used to Zack’s strange mix-and-match setup, the plot turns out to be quite decent.
Feeling well-rested, Han Qiwu grabbed the starting axe and began chopping trees.
But what came off wasn’t chunks of wood—it was spider legs!
Chop it!
Of course, having learned from past experience, Han Qiwu didn’t forget to call Little Prince over to watch while he chopped trees.
After a few chops, Han Qiwu would turn his head to explain something to Little Prince.
"Little Prince, as long as you learn to chop trees, you won’t have to keep listening to me talk," Han Qiwu reasoned with heartfelt emotion, tirelessly explaining the benefits of lumberjacking.
After an hour of listening, Little Prince finally dozed off again.
Han Qiwu: "...Alright, I’ll count that as your hard work for today. Go sleep."
As soon as Han Qiwu finished speaking, Little Prince sprang up and darted into the burrow on all fours.
Judging by the way it ran, who knows how worried it was that Han Qiwu might change his mind?
Even standing thirty meters away, Han Qiwu could hear a "thud" echo from inside the burrow.
Little Prince had landed.
Han Qiwu: "....."
Back to chopping trees.
He kept chopping until after 9 PM, only stopping when his stamina was nearly depleted. Then he prepared to train "Seven-Colored Sunshine."
Body-strengthening techniques are the foundation for strengthening other skills; he had to keep practicing.
"Tiu! Tiu! Tiu!"
Just as Han Qiwu put away the axe, he turned his head to see the terror bird squawking at him while anxiously running toward the fish pond.
Seeing this, Han Qiwu quickly slipped on his flip-flops and followed.
Thanks to the speed boost from his flip-flops, Han Qiwu reached the fish pond within seconds. Upon closer inspection, a drenched chicken had somehow ended up in the water!
"Bawk, bawk!"
The chicken in the pond flapped its wings desperately, but its body kept sinking.
Unperturbed, Han Qiwu leaned over the pond, reached out, and grabbed the chicken by its wings, lifting it up.
Good thing it wasn’t the hen—losing egg production would’ve been a hassle.
Still, this needed attention. If the chicken could fall into the pond today, the hen might fall in tomorrow.
Han Qiwu thought for a moment. He recalled there was a fence product in the exclusive catalog from Gongshu Zi. He’d craft a batch tomorrow and surround the pond to avoid future accidents.
"Bawk bawk bawk!"
[Thanks to your timely rescue, the chicken’s affection toward you has increased.]
Han Qiwu grabbed a cloth and vigorously dried the chicken’s feathers, then seriously said to its beady eyes, "You think gaining affection points means you’re not a meat chicken anymore? Get plenty of rest, grow big and strong, and fulfill your mission as a meat chicken!"
"Bawk!"
Already cold in body, the meat chicken’s heart now felt chilled, too.
After locking the chicken back in the sycamore tree enclosure, Han Qiwu casually checked the feed machine’s logs.
During this time, the spider wood puppets had delivered 31 [Compressed Wood Pest Blocks (Small)] into the machine, successfully converting them into three portions of standard-quality feed.
"So it takes ten compressed blocks to make one bag of feed, huh." Han Qiwu found the efficiency acceptable.
Rome wasn’t built in a day; roads are walked step by step, and weight is gained bite by bite.
Take it slow.
Back in the house, Han Qiwu took out his phone and scanned the QR code to watch the "Seven-Colored Sunshine" training video.
A few minutes later, Han Qiwu silently hit replay.
It’s kind of hard.
Comparing it to the previous two exercises, Han Qiwu realized that the focus of "Seven-Colored Sunshine" was on explosive limb movements, requiring precision, fluidity, and controlled power.
This happened to be his weak spot.
Nothing more to say—practice it.
He practiced until 10:50 PM, finally dragging his sore body onto the bed for a deep sleep.
Whoosh—gold coins spilling noise.
February 20th Log
Planting Experience +122
Foraging Experience +261
Fishing Experience +574
Combat Experience +670
Mining Experience +324
Relationship Changes:
Gongshu Zi: ❤❤
Current Money: 5543 Gold
Historical Income: 41913 Gold
[Your historical income has surpassed 40,000 Gold. Legendary Status +1]
[You can now purchase meat products at ’Zhuan Zhu’s Butcher Shop.’]
"Cluck cluck!"
"Bawk bawk bawk!"
Waking up to the sound of chickens calling is the best!
Each cluck means a fresh egg!
Sunlight poured into the house; it looked like today was going to be a sunny day.
Han Qiwu lazily sprawled on the bed, reviewing the log details. Busy as he’d been yesterday, the results were well worth it.
All five major skill paths had gained experience.
Han Qiwu could understand the gains from other paths, but the farming experience seemed strangely high. Gathering two eggs shouldn’t have accounted for such an increase.
After some thought, could it have been because of the spider wood puppets?
Clearing three diseased plants had earned him 60 more experience points compared to yesterday.
It made sense.
This also solved a question Han Qiwu had wondered about before: Since spider wood puppets could help harvest crops, would harvesting still grant planting experience?
Clearly, this wasn’t an issue anymore.
Spider wood puppets were amazing—the more Han Qiwu thought about it, the more he wanted a few more of them for the courtyard.
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The last log entry brought a smile to Han Qiwu’s face.
Looks like he could finally eat meat?
No more eating fish every day!
Zhuan Zhu’s Butcher Shop?
The same Zhuan Zhu who wielded the Fish-Gut Sword to assassinate King Liao of Wu?
Han Qiwu took out his phone and searched for information. Turns out Zhuan Zhu really had been a butcher running a meat shop before becoming an assassin.