Farming Games are All About Grinding-Chapter 70: The True Troublemaker Kid

Ten minutes later, Han Qiwu collapsed into a chair, utterly exhausted.

So tired.

This bear is toxic.

Why does it insist on wrestling with me?

Over those ten minutes, Han Qiwu felt like nothing more than a punching bag.

After this sparring session, Han Qiwu finally understood what the system meant when it said that pets wouldn’t harm their owners.

Thanks to the system’s intervention, the strength of the Prince’s attacks and touches on Han Qiwu were limited to the level of an average person.

But seriously, which "average person" can pick Han Qiwu up and walk around with him?

The system didn’t reduce the Prince’s raw strength; it only toned down the force with which the Prince interacted with Han Qiwu.

After a while, Han Qiwu started to feel his body returning to normal.

Having been slapped silly by the Little Prince, he had momentarily thought that he might actually fall apart.

Raising a bear is so hard.

After their sparring session, the Little Prince looked completely energized. He climbed trees in the yard one moment and tore a few leaves off the bushes to eat the next.

"Prince, you’d better not touch the veggies in the field, and those little chicks in the coop are off-limits too," Han Qiwu warned him after catching his breath.

"Roar!"

The Prince stretched out one arm and pulled Han Qiwu into a bear hug, cheerfully agreeing.

Han Qiwu: "...Why does this feel like a bro bond?"

As the clock ticked past 9:30 PM, Han Qiwu decided to dig out a den for the Prince.

Raising a bear, in a way, was simpler—just give it a hole, and it’s satisfied.

Those chickens, ducks, cows, and sheep had better reflect on their high-maintenance needs!

Surveying the surrounding terrain, Han Qiwu chose a spot for the den in front and to the right of his house—close enough to keep an eye on the Prince.

This is a bear, after all!

He had seen with his own eyes how a single slap from the Prince had left a crack in Xiao Shu.

If he didn’t keep a close watch, his house might not survive.

After settling on the location, Han Qiwu picked up the hoe and started digging. Not long after, the playful Prince bounded over to help dig too.

The Prince’s digging technique was... unique. He laid flat on the ground, alternating his front paws like a spiraling drill. In no time, he had dug a three-meter-deep vertical hole.

Bear chic digging methods?

Once the depth was sufficient, the Prince began expanding the den’s width. While he worked below to carve out the space, Han Qiwu shoveled the displaced dirt to a barren patch of land. The man and the bear were both completely absorbed in their efforts.

Half an hour later, the Prince lay comfortably on his back in his newly finished den, paws crossed in satisfaction.

The slanting tunnel entrance was just wide enough for a bear to squeeze through. Inside, however, the space opened into a rough, spherical den with a two-meter radius. The walls were tightly packed by the Prince’s efforts and even had small ventilation holes on the sides. It was clean and quite refreshing.

"Just make do with this for tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll find some straw to line it for you," Han Qiwu said, patting the Prince on the head. Deep down, though, he was already considering asking the Prince to dig a cellar next.

What’s the harm in taking advantage of all that extra energy, right?

Leaving the den, Han Qiwu finally spared a moment to recall other things from the television broadcast.

The fact that it would rain tomorrow was great news—no need to water the fields!

One more day of fishing ought to be enough to cover the cost of the feedbox.

As for the rumors about certain ores being ancient relics, Han Qiwu decided he’d carve out some time in the next couple of days to consult Zack.

Speaking of ores, he planned on selling the amethysts, citrines, and earth crystals at the blacksmith tomorrow.

For now, these things weren’t particularly useful and could be found readily enough in the mines.

Might as well sell them and make some money!

And why sell them at the blacksmith, you ask? Of course, because the blacksmith paid the highest prices!

Han Qiwu vividly remembered how, when he had first obtained an amethyst, the system had listed its price as 50 Gold Coins. However, when the blacksmith cracked open a crystal sphere to reveal the amethyst inside, its buyback price at the smithy was 150 Gold Coins.

Three times the price, my friends!

Currently, Han Qiwu had a total of 3 (from the first mining trip) + 1 (from a crystal orb) + 8 (from the second mining trip) - 1 (gifted to Tang Qingying) = 11 amethysts.

That’s an extra 1,100 Gold Coins he could earn.

Not to mention the citrines and earth crystals.

Damn rip-off salesbox!

Of course, no matter how much he grumbled, potatoes were still destined for that salesbox.

Salesbox: "??? Hah, humans."

He harvested twelve potatoes in total today—kept two to try for himself and sold the rest.

He was so broke!

After handling all that, Han Qiwu practiced "The Rising Sun" a few times before heading into the woods to chop more trees.

He still needed over thirty logs to reach the 100 needed for the feedbox!

Grind!

"Huff huff huff."

"Chop chop chop."

"Huff huff huff."

"Chop chop chop."

Under the clear moonlight, the sound of the Prince’s snoring blended with the rhythmic chopping of Han Qiwu’s axe, creating a simple yet harmonious symphony. These sounds carried far and wide across the plains.

After a little over an hour, Han Qiwu checked his log count, found it sufficient, and immediately stopped to take a shower and head to bed.

So tired.

Only after he lay down did Han Qiwu realize that the day hadn’t unfolded quite like the "lucky events, avoid restraint" prediction in the almanac.

The only "loud and proud" thing he’d done was telling Mr. Tang, "I’m not pretending anymore. I’m laying all my cards on the table."

But right after saying that, Mr. Tang had twisted his ear.

Getting your ear twisted counts as lucky?

As he replayed the scene after his declaration, a smile slowly crept across his lips.

It indeed was lucky!

"Jingle jingle jingle" (the sound of Gold Coins scattering)

February 13th Journal Entry

Income......1528 Gold Coins (potatoes)

Farming Experience +758

Foraging Experience +301

Fishing Experience +346

Combat Experience +0

Mining Experience +0

Character Favorability Changes:

Tang Qingying: ❤❤❤

Current Funds: 1546 Gold Coins fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

All-time Revenue: 20,653 Gold Coins

[Congratulations! Your farming skill has leveled up to Level 2]

[Farming Specialization +1]

[Your body has become more agile]

[You have learned the recipe for Veggie-Filled Flatbread]

[Veggie-Filled Flatbread]

[Ingredients: [Flatbread]×1, [Cave Radish]×2, [Wild Chili]×1]

[Stamina +140]

[HP +0]

[Buff Effect: Farming Level +3 for 8 hours]

[Note: This is a farmer’s favorite food.]

The Next Day

"Cluck cluck cluck!"

"Cluck cluck cluck cluck!"

"Roar roar roar!"

"Clu... cluck..."

"Cluuu... cluck... cluuuck..."

Upon hearing the instantly terrified chickens outside, Han Qiwu suddenly felt that having a bear at home was quite awesome.

At least the roosters in the area dared not act arrogant anymore.

™Bear’s Dominance for the Win!

Scrolling back through last night’s journal, he saw that harvesting 20 crops had finally leveled up his farming skill.

This time, the new recipe he unlocked was quite interesting.

After gaining experience in taming pets, Han Qiwu started to grasp the system’s reward logic.

Farming requires a lot of stamina and specialization, so this recipe focused purely on boosting those two aspects.

Very practical.

The recipe called for Cave Radish and Wild Chili—things Han Qiwu could easily gather. But this flatbread, well, that was a bit of a problem.

He hadn’t even started growing wheat yet, so where was he supposed to find flour to make flatbread?

Based on Han Qiwu’s guess, wheat seeds probably wouldn’t appear until summer, so this recipe would have to wait for now.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp."

"Roar!"

"Chirp... chirp... chirp... chirp."

Hearing this racket, Han Qiwu sprang out of bed immediately.

What the hell, scaring my own chickens now, are you?!