Farming Games are All About Grinding-Chapter 13: Clearing Up Misunderstandings.

After buying the seeds, Han Qiwu wasn't planning to go home and plant them right away. Going back and forth would waste too much time—planting them in the evening was just as good.

Leaving the seed shop, Han Qiwu secured the seeds in the box on the rear seat of his electric bike and locked it, then rode to [Fish Family Inn] to return some clothes.

Just like yesterday, Brother Jing was practicing martial arts in front of the house. Han Qiwu decided not to disturb him and headed straight to the dock to start fishing.

Got over 80 stamina points. Not fishing would be such a waste!

Two hours later.

"Ah, it really is easy to get used to luxury, but hard to return to simplicity," Han Qiwu sighed as he packed up his fishing rod, carrying a bucket with only two little yellow croakers as he walked toward the small creek at the trade point.

After using the [Bronze Knife] for three hours, switching back to this toy rod felt extremely awkward. After all that time, he'd only caught two little yellow croakers, and his stamina had dropped to 30 points.

"Fishing on sunny days is still a bit tough. You can definitely feel the fish are moving faster. I'll try fishing by the river this afternoon instead." Han Qiwu felt a little annoyed and made a mental note—looks like he'd better start taking weather-specific notes, dividing them into sunny days and rainy days.

Wait, maybe he should include cloudy days, overcast-to-sunny transitions, thunderstorms, light snow, and so on.

"This is way too much grinding!!"

Fish into the water, cash into the wallet.

[You earned 200 gold]

Luckily, the joy of earning money somewhat eased Han Qiwu's frustration. With the clothes in hand, he made his way to [Fish Family Inn].

"Brother Jing, the clothes are washed. Where should I put them?"

"Just leave them outside. Hey, you catch a cold?" Brother Jing asked casually, holding a can of beer as he drank.

Han Qiwu put down the clothes and walked into the kitchen. "Fell into the water yesterday, got chilled. Nothing serious. Oh, by the way, I picked some raspberries this morning—they're pretty sweet. Brother Jing, have a taste."

The washed raspberries glittered brightly.

"Now this is something fresh." Brother Jing chuckled as he picked up two and ate them, taking a big gulp of beer afterward.

Even the raspberries probably hadn't expected they'd one day become a beer snack.

"ACHOO!"

Feeling the reaction in his body, Han Qiwu quickly turned around and lowered his head, letting out a solid sneeze.

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"Oh-ho! Want a shot of the hard stuff? A little white liquor kills germs and sterilizes," Brother Jing teased.

"Cough cough, I know white liquor disinfects when applied externally, but does it work internally too?" Han Qiwu muttered in disbelief. "You take your time eating. I'm heading to the clinic."

"Ah, the clinic? Be careful then—there are a few punks in the village who keep pestering Hu Qi." Brother Jing grinned. "You're so handsome. If Hu Qi falls for you, those punks will lose their minds."

"Hu Qi? So that's what the nurse's name is," Han Qiwu nodded. "I'm just going to get some medicine. Besides, I'm here to farm."

"Still, don't worry. If a fight does break out, just drop my name," Brother Jing waved his hand dismissively. "After they're done beating you up, they'll probably carry you to me anyway."

Han Qiwu: "..."

Carry me here for what?

"By the way, if you've got time, catch a couple of mandarin fish for me. I'll buy them at the same price as yesterday. Once you're done, we can eat them together," Brother Jing suddenly rubbed his hands eagerly. "If I'm feeling good after eating them, I might teach you a few moves. Promise you, even if all those punks gang up on you, you'll handle them no problem."

Han Qiwu laughed. No wonder Brother Jing was trying to scare him—he was setting it up for this.

"Alright, I'll give it a shot when I have time. But mandarin fish aren't easy to catch, so don't get your hopes up too high," Han Qiwu felt pretty pleased deep down.

Looks like this squirrel fish dish really was a rare delicacy, one so delicious that even Brother Jing, who'd eaten countless kinds of fish, couldn't get enough.

"I know. After eating that mandarin fish yesterday, my practice results improved a lot today. It's truly a treasure—great for boosting strength!" Brother Jing laughed heartily.

Han Qiwu started having thoughts of his own.

Saying goodbye to Brother Jing, Han Qiwu rode his electric bike to the clinic. From a distance, he could already see two "lively lads" inside the clinic grinning and saying all sorts of nonsense to Hu Qi.

Outside the clinic, two more lively lads squatted smoking, wearing slim pants and loafers. Their robust health seemed to make them immune to the cold.

"Hu Qi, my brain really doesn't work well—I probably have a mental illness. When are you going to treat me?" Red Hair was slapping his forehead forcefully as he spoke, the loud slapping sounds echoing through the clinic.

Judging by his manner, he might really have something wrong.

"Don't mind him. He's been like that since birth. Qi Qi, look at me. I think I might have infertility issues. Why don't you check me out?" Yellow Hair said with a pervy smirk.

"All of you, get the hell out! Can't you see I'm busy? How many times do I have to say it? I don't treat mental illness or infertility here—go to the city!" Hu Qi's face was flushed red with anger. These punks had been harassing her for weeks now, but they never smashed anything or resorted to physical violence. Just relentless trash talk day after day, leaving her at a loss for solutions.

"If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have come here to help out. I had no idea I'd run into something like this! Still got half a year to go—how am I supposed to get through it?" Hu Qi slumped behind the counter, reluctantly putting on her headphones.

Seeing Hu Qi put on headphones, Yellow Hair and Red Hair took the opportunity to rest too—drinking some water, smoking a bit. In any case, Hu Qi would have to come out later to tend to patients, and she wouldn't keep her headphones on while working.

They had already figured out Hu Qi's daily routine down to a T!

"Hi, I need some cold medicine." Just then, Han Qiwu walked in. After overhearing a few lines outside, he finally understood why Hu Qi had acted the way she did during their first meeting.

Turns out she'd mistaken him as one of these guys.

No way was that acceptable. Now that those punks were here, he better clarify things while he could.

"Hey, who are you, boy? Which village are you from? Don't recognize your face—are you an outsider?" Yellow Hair, who had been slumped down, suddenly sprang up to his feet. His two legs shot straight up from the ground, causing Han Qiwu to feel like he'd just seen someone rise from the dead.

"What the heck is this?" Han Qiwu jumped a little. From afar, nothing seemed off, but up close, he felt like he was talking to two feather dusters that had gained sentience.

"What cold symptoms? Cold-dampness or cold-heat? Allergic to cephalosporin? Any fever? How many days has it been?" Hu Qi took off her headphones, fired off questions like a machine gun, and walked over.

"Caught a chill fishing yesterday, not allergic to cephalosporin, no fever," Han Qiwu ignored the two feather dusters and spoke directly to Hu Qi.

Hu Qi nodded, grabbed the medicine, and started having second thoughts—maybe they weren't in cahoots after all?

Han Qiwu wasn't aware of what Hu Qi was thinking. He was more curious as to why Hu Qi could prescribe medicine while wearing a nurse's uniform. Raising his head, he looked at the photocopied certificates pinned to the wall.

Oh, turns out Hu Qi had all the necessary qualifications.

Good then, he could proceed with treatment without worry.