Farming Games are All About Grinding-Chapter 134 - 128: Mission Accomplished

"I see, thanks! Did you hear about it from Mr. Tian or Aunt Guo at the convenience store?" the drone hovered near Han Qiwu’s hand while speaking.

Han Qiwu carefully placed two potatoes in the storage compartment, smiled, and replied, "Why do you ask?"

"It’s better to know who to thank. How much are the potatoes? Please point the payment code at the camera; I’ll scan it directly to pay," Tu Tou continued negotiating with Han Qiwu through the drone.

Han Qiwu chuckled, got on his bike, and said, "You don’t need to pay. I’m Han Qiwu. Consider it a gesture of friendship. Bye-bye."

With that, Han Qiwu twisted the handlebar and prepared to ride off.

This Tu Tou’s pretty interesting, knowing how to appreciate those who help him.

Gratitude leads to greatness.

After riding for a minute or two, Han Qiwu scratched his head, puzzled. Why hasn’t the task completed yet?

Did Tu Tou not get the red-skinned potatoes?

"Young man, looks like there’s a big white bird chasing you from behind," a kind old lady by the roadside called out to Han Qiwu.

Han Qiwu slowed his bike, glanced back, and realized the drone was struggling to catch up to him.

"Thank you!" Han Qiwu thanked the old lady, turned around, and approached the drone.

Once closer, Han Qiwu could hear the sounds coming from the drone.

"Wait! Han Qiwu, wait! I need to pay you!"

"Whirrr whirrr whirrr whirrr"

Tu Tou’s shouts accompanied by the drone’s propeller noise reverberated around Han Qiwu.

No wonder the task wasn’t completed—turns out you really didn’t get the potatoes!

Such a fancy drone, yet you use it to deliver potatoes. Letting it chase me is just too much.

"No need really, how much can two potatoes be worth?" Han Qiwu said helplessly, stopping his bike to explain. He genuinely didn’t want the money—after all, they were just ordinary-quality potatoes. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Besides, the task reward money was good enough, not to mention the book he’d obtained.

Han Qiwu wouldn’t mind Tu Tou craving potato mash every day.

If you feel like eating it, I’ll deliver potatoes to you every day!

"No way! These potatoes are so good. Let’s say twenty bucks for two, send me your payment code quickly!" Tu Tou insisted urgently. The drone hovered stubbornly in front of Han Qiwu.

"Fine, fine, but twenty is ridiculous. Ten bucks will do," Han Qiwu decided not to bicker with a programmer anymore—it’d be a hassle to keep this up.

Han Qiwu pulled out his phone, displayed his friend-request QR code, and said with a grin, "Why not add me as a friend instead? Easier to stay in touch."

"Alright."

Lounging on his ergonomic chair, Tu Tou finally felt a little relaxed. He picked up his phone and scanned the QR code displayed on his computer screen, adding Han Qiwu’s contact.

After sending the friend request, Tu Tou spoke into the microphone, "Still, thank you so much. I’ll call Little Fei back now—it doesn’t have much battery life."

"No worries. Little Fei, huh? That’s a great name," Han Qiwu waved goodbye, accepted Tu Tou’s friend request, put away his phone, and pedaled towards Zhuanzhu’s meat shop.

Off to deliver potatoes to Brother Zhuanzhu!

"Whirr whirr whirr"

The drone Little Fei hovered as it returned to Tu Tou’s house with two potatoes in tow.

Tu Tou’s home was exceptionally tidy, thanks to his mild OCD; everything nearby needed to be in its designated spot—or at least his memory of it.

Rubbing his increasingly scarce hair, Tu Tou staggered off his ergonomic chair and headed towards the yard.

He could make some mashed potatoes for breakfast with these.

When Tu Tou removed the potatoes from Little Fei, he paused.

Wow, these potatoes are huge! They look great.

Being single for so long, even potatoes seem picturesque now.

They should taste good.

Seven minutes later, full of anticipation, Tu Tou scooped up a big bite of mashed potatoes and stuffed it in his mouth.

Honestly, he was shocked the moment he tasted it.

As one of Rong City’s top programmers, with the money to indulge his love of mashed potatoes, he’d tried an array of potatoes—famous ones from all over the world, plenty of dishes featuring mashed potatoes across the country.

Under such circumstances, the taste of these potatoes was genuinely delightful.

Soft, smooth, and fragrant—many semi-finished mashed potatoes could achieve this.

The key difference was the rich potato aroma these had, which wasn’t diminished one bit.

It was the deepest, most primal potato flavor.

"A potato this delicious for only five bucks each? That brother’s too honest! No way, I can’t take advantage of him like this," Tu Tou picked up his phone and sent a 200-dollar red envelope to Han Qiwu.

Afterward, he typed: "Brother, do you have more of these potatoes? Can I buy a few more? I’d pay fifty apiece. Don’t worry—I’ll only eat them myself and won’t secretly plant them. If you doubt me, I can even record cooking videos."

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A few minutes later, Han Qiwu neared Zhuanzhu’s meat shop. On the way, his system had already notified him:

[Help Mission – Red-Skinned Potatoes Completed]

[Mission Reward: 800 Gold Distributed]

[Bonus Reward: Book "Five Thousand Years of Hair Care Tips" Distributed]

The 800-gold reward was generous, but Han Qiwu was even more curious about "Five Thousand Years of Hair Care Tips."

[Reward Book: "Five Thousand Years of Hair Care Tips"]

[Description: The Programmer’s Hair Care Bible]

[Author: Tu Tou]

[Reading Requirement: Severe Hair Loss]

[Effect of Reading: None]

[Note: Give it up! This isn’t for you!]

After reading the details, Han Qiwu helplessly tugged at his hair.

Solid roots!

Looks like this thing is only useful for gifting—though for now, he didn’t know anyone suffering from hair loss.

He decided to stash it away and leave it for later.

Pulling out his phone, Han Qiwu glanced at WeChat and couldn’t help but smile knowingly.

This Brother Tu sure had sharp eyes.

Good thing he’d only given Tu Tou the ordinary-quality potatoes.

If Tu Tou ever got a taste of the premium Golden Star potatoes, he’d never touch another variety for the rest of his life.

Once you’ve seen the ocean, you have no interest in streams.

Thinking it over, Han Qiwu decided not to sell Tu Tou any more potatoes for now.

There were only a few left—and even he didn’t have enough for himself.

He’d consider selling more when the next harvest came.

Maybe making Tu Tou crave them could even spawn another help mission.

After replying to Tu Tou, Han Qiwu took the remaining four potatoes into Zhuanzhu’s meat shop.

Inside, Zhuanzhu was in the middle of slicing meat, his blade flashing in the air. When he saw Han Qiwu, he sheathed the knife and cheerfully wiped his hands.

"Brother, what kind of meat are you looking for this time?"

Han Qiwu placed the four potatoes on the countertop, slid them forward, and said with a smile, "I’m not here for meat today—I came to deliver these potatoes."

Zhuanzhu’s eyes lit up at the sight of the potatoes. He picked them up, weighed them in his hands, and laughed heartily, "Brother, keeping your word—you really brought me vegetables. Please accept this payment."

[You received Zhuanzhu’s vegetable payment: 480 Gold]