Farming Games are All About Grinding-Chapter 130 - 124: The Seed That Doesn’t Need Watering

"Fifty-six seeds, fifty-six blooms."

Han Qiwu hummed a cheerful tune as he finished watering all the fields.

While watering the mixed seeds, he made sure to take a closer look at the appearances of the seedlings.

Out of ten seedlings, there seemed to be three types of plants. Han Qiwu recognized one of them as sweet potato, while he suspected the other two might be flowers.

What kind of flowers they were would only be clear once they grew.

"Splash splash splash."

As he passed the sprinkler, Han Qiwu couldn’t help but sigh.

He really needed to mine more. Without iron ore, how could he make more sprinklers?

There weren’t any iron ore deposits above the 40th floor.

But hey, one has to stay positive in life.

What if, below the 40th floor, it was all iron ore?

He decided to give it a shot when his pickaxe came back.

At worst, he could just bring extra stones. If he couldn’t handle the creatures in the mines, he’d build his way out with staircases.

After finishing watering, Han Qiwu returned to the house and cooked around ten pancakes, stacked them neatly, and put them into the storage compartment.

These were prepped for the drifter. When giving gifts, practicality was a priority.

"Roar!"

The Little Prince, upon waking up, ran into the house and grabbed onto Han Qiwu’s arm.

Han Qiwu took one look at its little eyes and knew exactly what it was thinking.

It wanted to learn how to chop trees again.

Or rather, it was craving wild yam roots again.

Han Qiwu glanced at the storage compartment. Last time, he had only dug up six wild yam roots. If the Little Prince continued eating two roots per day, they’d run out by tomorrow.

That wouldn’t do—it wasn’t sustainable development!

"Little Prince, wild yam roots are a very precious resource. Today, you can only have one." Han Qiwu spoke earnestly, trying to persuade it. "If you can learn how to chop wood, I’ll have more time to find yam roots for you. Maybe you’ll get two to eat every day. How about it?"

"Mmm!"

The Little Prince nodded energetically, determination radiating from its whole being!

For the wild yam root, I’m going to learn how to chop wood!

"Keep that spirit alive! Let’s head out to chop wood!" Han Qiwu’s eyes lit up as he quickly mapped out a foraging route for the Little Prince and pedaled toward the cinnamon forest.

Once at the forest, the Little Prince’s dedication to learning far exceeded Han Qiwu’s expectations.

Forty minutes later, Han Qiwu casually stowed away the cinnamomum axe.

With increased arm strength, chopping trees was much easier now.

"Roar!"

The Little Prince extended its hand toward Han Qiwu, as if asking for the cinnamomum axe.

Han Qiwu was pleasantly surprised and promptly handed over the axe.

The Little Prince grabbed the axe and mimicked Han Qiwu by hacking at one of the cinnamon trees.

[The Cinnamomum Axe has already chopped 30 cinnamon trees today. No more wood can be gathered.]

Han Qiwu: "???"

Why did this notification appear?

Could it be??

Han Qiwu anxiously opened the Little Prince’s skill menu.

[Your pet: Little Prince has learned the skill "Fell Cinnamon Trees."]

It worked!

[Fell Cinnamon Trees]

Perhaps because it learned the skill in the cinnamon forest, the Little Prince had mastered chopping cinnamon trees specifically.

Awesome.

Han Qiwu had always felt that spending time daily chopping cinnamon trees took too much time, but he needed to collect saplings.

Now things were much easier. The Little Prince could chop thirty cinnamon trees a day, yielding sixty to seventy pieces of wood and a bunch of tree saplings.

Convenient!

Come March, when Han Qiwu gifted Wu Gang some sweet-and-sour wine, maybe he’d unlock another level of the cinnamomum axe’s potential.

If that happened, the Little Prince could bring back over a hundred pieces of wood per day. How awesome would that be?

Raising it was totally worth it.

It finally grew up!

"Good job! From now on, it’s all yours!" Han Qiwu ceremoniously handed the cinnamomum axe to the Little Prince.

"Roar!"

The Little Prince accepted the axe solemnly and tied it to its waist with a vine.

"When chopping trees, make sure to bring back any saplings you see, okay?" Han Qiwu reminded it while handing over two wild yam roots.

Rewards for contributions!

"Roar roar!"

The Little Prince, upon seeing the yam roots, immediately perked up and started peeling them.

Now that it had the axe, it didn’t even need stone flakes—it directly used the axe blade to scrape off the skin.

"Take your time eating; I’ve got stuff to do." Han Qiwu instructed the Little Prince before riding toward the direction of the mine.

Time to look for the drifter.

Before heading out, Han Qiwu took out a folded leather tent, secured it to the back seat of the electric bike, and set off.

After around ten minutes of riding, he arrived at the spot where he last saw the drifter.

"Weird, where’d he go?" Han Qiwu looked around from his bike but couldn’t spot the drifter. After so many vision upgrades, his eyesight was top-notch.

"Are you looking for me?"

Suddenly, a voice came from above, getting closer and closer.

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Liu Lang leapt down from a tree and landed to Han Qiwu’s right.

Han Qiwu glanced at Liu Lang’s outfit, then looked up at the tree branches.

No wonder he couldn’t find him—he was in the tree!

With Liu Lang’s outfit and demeanor, he could easily cosplay Tarzan at any convention and steal the show.

Guaranteed fame!

"What do you need me for?" Liu Lang asked casually, then added, "Thanks for the pancakes last time. They were delicious."

"I’ve got a spare tent at home that I don’t have any use for, so I figured I might as well give it to you," Han Qiwu said, untying the tent and patting it.

Hearing this, Liu Lang’s eyes lit up.

"In that case, I won’t hold back."

Without wasting time, Liu Lang swiftly grabbed the leather tent, slung it over his shoulder, and turned to Han Qiwu with a grin: "So, got any pancakes today?"

"Was just about to give you some," Han Qiwu chuckled, pulling a few pancakes out of his bag and passing them to Liu Lang.

Liu Lang opened the bag and took a sniff.

"Fresh?"

"Made them this morning," Han Qiwu nodded.

"What a good guy." Liu Lang was about to pat Han Qiwu’s shoulder but stopped when he noticed how dirty his own hands were.

"I can’t just take your stuff for free," Liu Lang said after some thought, looking at Han Qiwu. "Here’s a tip for you: When collecting wild vegetables, make sure to gather seeds. On rainy days, scatter the dried seeds in your yard. No watering needed—they’ll sprout into a patch of greens in less than half a month. Perfect for eating or feeding livestock."

"Got it, thanks," Han Qiwu replied with a polite smile. He already knew this tip, but he appreciated the gesture and thanked Liu Lang sincerely.

"Mutual benefit. See you around." Liu Lang, carrying the tent on his shoulder and holding the pancakes, disappeared into the grass much like before.

[You’ve learned the skill: "Four-Season Wild Vegetable Seeds" from the drifter.]

[Four-Season Wild Vegetable Seeds: Low chance of acquisition when collecting wild vegetables.]

After Liu Lang left, Han Qiwu received a system notification.

There’s even a reward?

Han Qiwu was delighted. If the wild vegetable seeds worked as Liu Lang described, that would be great.

Time to test it out!

Following the wild harvest map, Han Qiwu gathered five purslane plants and three or four dandelions.

It wasn’t until he picked his fifth dandelion that he finally got a [Spring Wild Vegetable Seed].

[Spring Wild Vegetable Seed]: Plant in spring, matures in 5 days, requires no watering. May generate various wild vegetables. Accompaniment: Wild grass.

Matures in five days, no watering needed.

How convenient is that?

And with wild grass as a byproduct...

Cattle fodder sorted!

The drifter really knew the practical life hacks—this tip alone was worth its weight in gold.

Good deeds truly pay off.

Next time, Han Qiwu planned to test if the Little Prince could gather such seeds.

Putting his supplies away, Han Qiwu rode to Grandpa Chen’s house, planning to bring him four regular-sized eggs to try.

As for the larger eggs, he’d keep them for cooking—they were hard to explain anyway.

When he arrived at Grandpa Chen’s doorstep, the door opened automatically once again before he could knock.

"I heard magpies chirping this morning and knew you’d be stopping by," Grandpa Chen said cheerfully upon opening the door.

"Hehe," Han Qiwu scratched his head, "The chickens started laying eggs, so I thought I’d bring you some to try."

"Silly child, at my age, eggs won’t do me much good. You, on the other hand, are still growing. Keep them for yourself," Grandpa Chen said, waving away the offer.

Without arguing, Han Qiwu sidestepped Grandpa Chen, dashed into the kitchen, fired up the stove, and quickly cracked a large egg into the pan.

By the time Grandpa Chen walked over, the eggs were already scrambled.

"Haven’t eaten breakfast yet, Grandpa? Let me whip up some noodles to go with it," Han Qiwu suggested, noticing the unused kitchen.

"That’d be great," Grandpa Chen chuckled.

After making the noodles, Han Qiwu prepared an egg and wild vegetable stir-fry with the freshly picked greens to serve as the sauce.

Wild greens and egg noodles.

"Time to eat!" Han Qiwu called, placing two bowls of noodles on the table in the yard.

Grandpa Chen took a bite of the egg first, smiling and nodding. "These eggs are quite good—seems like you’ve put in a lot of effort."

"Hehe," Han Qiwu grinned, saying nothing as he devoured his noodles. He was genuinely starving.

*Slurp, slurp.*

For a dish like egg noodles, the slurping was half the pleasure.

After finishing the bowl, Han Qiwu leaned back in satisfaction.

The feeling of being full was so comforting.

"Farming is more of a workout than hitting the gym, eh?" Grandpa Chen teased, glancing at Han Qiwu’s arms.

"You’re not wrong," Han Qiwu rolled up his sleeve and flexed his muscles lightly.

"Still not enough. Keep at it," Grandpa Chen laughed. "Off you go, then. I’m heading out for a walk too."

"Alright!" Han Qiwu quickly washed the dishes and headed straight for the seaside.

He was still short over six thousand gold coins to buy [Red Sun]. Without a pickaxe, mining was off the table, and the potatoes and peanuts wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow. So, today would be all about making money.

Money—it always seemed to disappear too quickly.

At the seaside, Han Qiwu carefully waded into the black sea bream cave, sat on the fishing box, and cast his rod to start fishing.