Farming Games are All About Grinding-Chapter 165 - 158 New Equipment!

After getting positive reinforcement from setting up the granary, Han Qiwu was brimming with confidence as he led the field dragon.

Using a shovel, Han Qiwu carefully scooped up some plant ash. He slowly bent down and poured out a thin, long gray line from the edge of the cauliflower plot all the way into the house.

"Whimper, whimper."

Little Shui woke up and, upon seeing Han Qiwu’s actions, happily ran over intending to cause trouble.

"Stop!"

Han Qiwu motioned firmly to Little Shui.

Receiving a "red card," Little Shui obediently stayed in place, awkwardly swaying its tiny paw.

"Little Shui, this line on the ground must not break, okay? Play nearby for a while. Once I’m done, I’ll take you out for a tasty treat." Han Qiwu continued carefully spreading the plant ash.

This step was no easy task. Any mistake could spill all the ash.

After ten minutes, he finally finished. Setting down the fire basin, Han Qiwu instinctively wiped the sweat off his brow.

The weather was gradually getting hotter.

Previously, Han Qiwu had worried that without an air conditioner in the house, summer might be unbearable.

Now, though, he wasn’t concerned anymore. Once the heat peaked, he could hang some ice-element materials inside the house to cool off.

"Hahaha!"

Looking up, Han Qiwu saw the Little Prince laughing uproariously.

"What’s so funny?" Han Qiwu headed off to wash his hands.

"Haha!"

The Little Prince ran inside, grabbed a mirror, and pointed it at Han Qiwu.

"Haha!"

Han Qiwu turned to glance at himself and burst into laughter too.

Due to touching his face earlier, the reflection in the mirror showed a comically streaked gray visage, the long marks of plant ash smudged across his face.

"Hahaha!"

The Little Prince was laughing so hard that he was rolling on the ground, completely outrageous.

Seeing this, Han Qiwu grabbed a handful of ash from the fire basin and, taking the Little Prince by surprise, smeared two large swaths on its face with great force.

The room fell silent immediately.

"Whimper, whimper, whimper, whimper."

"Hahaha!"

This time, it was Han Qiwu and Little Shui’s turn to laugh at the Little Prince.

The shocked Little Prince looked wronged. It ran to the fish pond to wash its face, but it couldn’t squeeze through the small opening and plopped down beside it, angrily puffing its cheeks as it glared at Han Qiwu.

Noticing this, Little Shui quickly scurried over, scooped water with its tiny paws, and started cleaning the Little Prince’s face for him.

How sweet!

After washing his hands, Han Qiwu waited for a while but didn’t hear any system prompt.

Something felt off.

Comparing the methods of acquiring results from two different rituals, Han Qiwu speculated that only the rituals he actively learned and performed could yield effects.

It made sense upon reflection.

If Han Qiwu were to try all the customs he found online, wouldn’t the production bonuses go through the roof?

"No problem."

Han Qiwu stayed upbeat and went into the vegetable garden to pick some green beans.

After all this time, they were finally ripe.

A whole 25 days!

The wooden trellises in the garden were already overgrown with green bean vines, their lush leaves shielding heavy clusters of green beans underneath.

"Dry-fried green beans, green bean and potato stew, green bean buns."

Han Qiwu mentally planned their cooking methods as he harvested.

Unlike potatoes or peanuts, green beans kept producing weekly after maturity—an investment that reaped returns throughout spring.

How delightful.

Soon, Han Qiwu had picked all the ripe green beans from the three trellises.

[Green Beans]×26.

[Stamina +5]

[Health +10]

[Price: 30 Gold]

[Note: Green beans must be thoroughly cooked before consumption]

[Green Beans (Gold Star Quality)]×5.

[Stamina +10]

[Health +20]

[Price: 60 Gold]

[Note: Ultra-high-quality delicious green beans]

The modest stats per individual green bean were due to their calculation method being based on per bean.

From the three trellises, Han Qiwu had harvested a total of 31 green beans. Each one was vivid green, and the bean pods were filled to bursting with plump seeds. The gold-star ones had an extraordinary luster, lacking even the tiniest spot.

If these were seen by the supermarket aunties, there’d likely be a fierce scramble.

"Such an impressive yield—looks like the granary ritual is already having an effect." Han Qiwu was pleased as he stored the green beans, preparing to figure out how best to eat them later.

After collecting the beans, Han Qiwu went to the spot where he had stored fishbone moss. He reached for the fused lump, curious to inspect it.

[Fishbone Moss successfully fused. Peel off the outer moss skin]

Following the system prompt, Han Qiwu gently ripped away the dried moss skin, eagerly peering inside.

Beneath the cracked dry skin lay a long, bone-white semi-open pouch, resting quietly. Inside the pouch, two slender white objects were visible.

[Fishbone Quiver]

[Applicable for: Crossbow arrows, bow arrows]

[Capacity: 20]

[Special Effect: Insert fishbone to automatically generate fishbone arrows]

[Note: Fishbone arrows require manual replenishment]

[Fishbone Arrow]

[Additional Damage: +15]

[Special Effect - Tear: Fishbone arrows inflict tearing wounds on certain enemies]

[Note: The power of fishbone arrows depends on fishbone quality]

These items surprised and delighted Han Qiwu.

Fishbones had fused with fishbone moss to become a fishbone quiver, even containing two complementary fishbone arrows.

Although the quiver required individual fishbones to generate arrows, its large capacity and wide usability—suitable for both bows and crossbows—were major advantages.

Even better, Han Qiwu suspected the quiver wouldn’t share a cooldown with the Mystical Crossbow Quiver. Meaning, if his speculation was correct, after firing a Mystical Crossbow Arrow, he could manually load a fishbone arrow and fire again.

Fishbone arrows boasted impressive stats—not only an additional damage of 15 points but also a tearing special effect.

Han Qiwu originally wanted to test whether the two quivers shared cooldown...

Unfortunately, this wasn’t a battle scenario, so it wasn’t possible.

This test would have to wait until his next visit to the mines.

While there, he’d also see how the tearing effect played out.

Perfect!

Such a pleasant early morning surprise greatly improved Han Qiwu’s mood.

Heading to the sycamore grove, Han Qiwu collected four eggs before leaving.

He didn’t care to see the meat chicken.

It didn’t fatten up no matter how much it ate—what was the point?

Despite saying this, Han Qiwu still glanced at the chicken’s status out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, the meat chicken’s tail feathers were becoming increasingly long and looked quite ornate.

What good was ornamentation?

It’s not like you could eat the feathers.

After exiting the grove, Han Qiwu planned to take Little Shui out for some foraging, teaching her how to collect fishbones for processing into arrows later.

However, when Han Qiwu suggested taking her out to play, Little Shui shook her head and stood by the yard gate, expressing a desire to go out alone.

Han Qiwu: "...Has this day finally come?"

This day arrived too soon, didn’t it?

The child had grown up—it wasn’t easy anymore.

Glancing at the Little Prince, Han Qiwu firmly believed it was the Little Prince’s bad influence on Little Shui. As punishment, he decided to cut the Little Prince’s snacks by half for the next two days.

The secretly pleased Little Prince had no inkling of his impending doom, pretending nonchalantly while sneaking glances at Han Qiwu.

Time to take Little Shui out!

"Alright, go play safely. Eat until you’re full, don’t eat weird things, and bring back the collected fishbones to leave them here." Han Qiwu gently stroked Little Shui’s fur while giving instructions.

"Whimper, whimper!"

Little Shui was quite obedient, nodding at everything Han Qiwu said.

"Sigh."

Han Qiwu stood up and casually drew a little map of foraging routes for Little Shui and the Little Prince, then clicked confirm and waited to see the Little Prince’s performance.

The Little Prince, pretending to be nonchalant, got up and walked toward the gate. He covertly gestured to Little Shui with a signal Han Qiwu couldn’t decipher, then swaggered out the gate carrying the cedar axe.

True to form, he even remembered to shut the door.

Only after the Little Prince left did Little Shui use her head to push the door open. Turning to wave at Han Qiwu, she cheerfully bounced out.

As soon as Little Shui was outside, Han Qiwu climbed onto a bench and peered over the wall to watch.

Under the big tree outside the yard, the transparent Little Prince was running toward Little Shui.

Once he reached the equally transparent Little Shui, the Little Prince gallantly hoisted her onto his shoulder and happily headed toward the riverbank.

Han Qiwu: "...I knew it!"

Oh well—just as long as the Little Prince didn’t turn Little Shui into a herbivore.

Let nature take its course.

Nature: "???! When have I ever let bears and otters hang out together? How am I supposed to ’take course’ here?"

Jumping off the bench, Han Qiwu looked down to find wild grass had grown even here.

The scattered wild grass had already reached over ten centimeters in height, with one or two slender purple clover plants mixed in.

Such robust vitality!

Let it grow; once it’s big, it can be harvested as feed.

Go, go!

After all this bustling, it was past nine o’clock. Han Qiwu packed his supplies, grabbed a hat he’d used for warmth before, and rode off to Grandpa Chen’s place.

He was fully prepared to sacrifice his jet-black hair.

Arriving at Grandpa Chen’s house and pushing the door open, Han Qiwu stepped inside.

He saw Grandpa Chen, wearing his Zhongshan suit, pacing back and forth in the yard—looking anxious and clutching his phone.

"Grandpa Chen, I’m here." Han Qiwu greeted him, curious.

Chen Dashan’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw Han Qiwu. Stashing his phone, he gently pushed Han Qiwu’s back, steering him out the door. "Let’s go get a haircut."

"Alright! Should I ride and take you along?" Han Qiwu quickly suggested upon seeing his urgency.

Before he could finish speaking, he glanced back to see Chen Dashan already seated on the bike’s saddle, looking up at him. "Ride."

Han Qiwu: "...Never thought you’d be competitive at answering."

He nodded, his curiosity growing further. Why was Grandpa Chen in such a hurry?

Following Grandpa Chen’s guidance, it took Han Qiwu twenty minutes to bike to the place.

The route was tricky—meant navigating several small alleyways, full of twists and turns.

Impressive that Grandpa Chen could remember it all at his age.

The destination was a small single-story house similar to Grandpa Chen’s, with Spring Festival couplets still pasted on the door.

Getting off the bike, Grandpa Chen didn’t knock himself. Instead, he lightly prodded Han Qiwu’s back and said, "You knock."

"Huh?" Han Qiwu hesitated but went forward to knock. "Excuse me, is anyone home?"

"Who’s that?"

A somewhat elderly female voice came from the yard.

Upon hearing that voice, Han Qiwu saw Grandpa Chen’s neck turning red.

Whoa!

Han Qiwu seemed to understand now.

This weather was just like what he’d seen upon leaving the mines last night.