Fantasy Farm

Chapter 9 - A friend comes to visit

…Puddle

translator: baumkuchen  editor: ellabells, sora harukawa

“An animal? How is this an animal?” Yin Xun turned his head and looked over at the puddle.

Bai Yuehu idly looked away, not paying him any attention.

Lu Qingjiu replied: “I don’t know… Let’s go, just leave it be.” He had a feeling that what Bai Yuehu called an “animal” didn’t exactly match up with their understanding of the word “animal”. If they continued asking, who knew what kind of mindblowing thing Bai Yuehu might say.

Eventually, the three people circled around the little puddle and carried their baskets down the mountain.

Normally, mushrooms were best eaten after being dried out in the sun. This way, they would be safer to eat. However, with Bai Yuehu around, if he said that the mushrooms weren’t poisonous, then they were probably fine.

Lu Qingjiu washed the freshly harvested mushrooms clean, and then let Yin Xun bring over the little chicken he’d specially bought for this chicken mushroom stew over. Obviously, this little chicken wasn’t a chick, but an immature little rooster, with tender meat and crisp bones. When stewed with mushrooms, it would be especially fragrant.

Yin Xun slaughtered the chicken with a knife, and squatted down to begin plucking it.

Just as Lu Qingjiu was considering whether to bring out some bran from his house to feed the pigs over in the pig sty, his phone started ringing. When he took a look, he found that it was his former co-worker calling. After a moment’s hesitation, he answered the phone.

“Hey Zhu Miaomiao, what’s up?” Lu Qingjiu asked.

“Qingjiu, what should we do now that you’ve left?” From the phone came the sad cries of Lu Qingjiu’s ex co-worker, Zhu Miaomiao. “We all miss you so much.”

Lu Qingjiu: “Doing overtime?”

Zhu Miaomiao: “There’s been so much overtime, we’re all dying. The worst part is that we’ve been unable recruit new employees, and if we do, the new recruits all leave before a month is up, saying that the salary isn’t worth it and that they’re being worked to death.”

Lu Qingjiu replied: “I absolutely won’t come back.” He cocked his head, wedging his phone between his head and his shoulder as he scooped out the bran for the pigs out of its bag, and placed it into a bucket.

“Ah!” Zhu Miaomiao let out a miserable cry.

Lu Qingjiu replied: “Is there anything else?”

“Where in the world did you run off too? I see that the house you rented has been returned…” Zhu Miaomiao asked.

“I already told you, didn’t I? I went home to farm.” Lu Qingjiu replied, “This afternoon I even went up the mountain to pick a whole pile of mushrooms.”

“Where’s your old home? I asked for a few days of leave from the boss, I want to come by to play,” Zhu Miaomiao asked.

“Asked for leave? You can still ask for leave?” Lu Qingjiu was shocked.

“What? If he didn’t let me take a few days off, I would’ve resigned, so he had to agree in the end,” Zhu Miaomiao replied, “Enough about that, I also want to pick mushrooms…”

Lu Qingjiu let her know his current address and told her to let him know when she arrived in the county town so he could come pick her up. Otherwise, he was afraid that taking a taxi over would be unsafe for a lone woman. Zhu Miaomiao casually agreed and said that she’d buy the nearest train ticket immediately.

Lu Qingjiu then hung up and brought the feed over to the pigsty. After being raised in his home for half a month, the little pink pigs had grown quite a bit, but Xiao Hua and Xiao Hei still looked the same. Their bodies that were covered in chipmunk-patterned fuzz had not grown a bit. Watching them lower their heads and happily chow down on the pig feed, Lu Qingjiu knocked on the doorframe: “How is it that you guys can finish all the food but not grow any fatter?”

Xiao Hua raised its head to give Lu Qingjiu a look, its gaze filled with contempt, as if scorning Lu Qingjiu for underestimating their intelligence. Would it be possible for a pig that got fatter to have a good end…

Lu Qingjiu, who was being looked down on by a pig: “…”

“Ai, I was was thinking of releasing you two back into the wild after you guys got bigger,” Lu Qingjiu said helplessly, “Can’t you guys work a little harder.”

“Grunt grunt,” Xiao Hua grunted twice, putting down the food in its mouth, its face reading, ‘I won’t grow bigger, I want to continue to just live off you like a scoundrel.’

Lu Qingjiu was speechless. He even briefly entertained the thought of chasing this little black piglet out of the pigsty and giving it a good beating, but in the end, he still held back, telling himself that he shouldn’t lower himself to argue with a pig.

The newly bought little chicks were much cuter than those two pigs. They ran around everyday chirping non-stop, pecking at the stones and bugs on the ground, making the courtyard as a whole much more lively.

Lu Qingjiu cut Yin Xun’s freshly slaughtered chicken into chunks. After giving them a rinse, he stir-fried them in a wok, then added in water and oil, and finally added in the mushrooms they’d harvested earlier. He stewed them in a pot for a few hours.

The chicken and mushrooms were simply a perfect match. The mushrooms were already deliciously fresh, but with the addition of the tender chicken, it became even more rich and fragrant. Even though he hadn’t had a taste yet, his mouth was already watering.

When Bai Yuehu got back from tending to the fields, he told Lu Qingjiu that the tomatoes had already sprouted and would be ready for harvest in two days.

Lu Qingjiu was shocked. Hadn’t it just been about a month? How had they already sprouted fruit? He asked: “Really? Will others find it suspicious?”

“They won’t,” Bai Yuehu replied, “I explained it.”

Lu Qingjiu asked: “How’d you explain it?”

Bai Yuehu replied: “I said I used chemical fertilizers.”

Lu Qingjiu: “…They didn’t say anything else?”

Bai Yuehu shook his head, yawning: “No, they just told me that using growth agents on vegetables would worsen the flavour, so they wouldn’t taste as good.” Most of the farmers in their village self-produced and self-sold so they naturally wouldn’t add any chemicals or such to their crops. After all, they themselves would be eating it.

“Oh.” Lu Qingjiu didn’t really know what to say in response, and could only reply, “You’ve worked hard, you should eat a little more tonight.”

Bai Yuehu nodded, looking quite satisfied by Lu Qingjiu’s words.

The chicken was stewed for two hours. It had already become completely soft, and the mushrooms had completely absorbed the flavor of the chicken. After Lu Qingjiu also fried up some pepper steak and some vegetables, dinner was complete.

The three people had a very satisfying dinner. When Bai Yuehu ate chicken, he didn’t even spit out the bones. After some crunching, the bones were crushed into tiny pieces by his white teeth and completely swallowed.

Next to him, Yin Xun muttered in a low voice, “Your teeth sure are strong.” Bai Yuehu gave him gave him a sideways stare, the look in his eyes utterly unfriendly, like a beast protecting its food.

Lu Qingjiu suspected that if Yin Xun were to eat a little more, Bai Yuehu would even have something to say about it…

After the three finished their meal, Yin Xun returned to his home while Lu Qingjiu and Bai Yuehu went out to rest in the courtyard. For snacks, Lu Qingjiu brought out some fried melon seeds and braised beef.

“In two days, a friend will be coming over to visit,” Lu Qingjiu said, “She’s a woman, and she’ll probably be staying here for a few days.”

Bai Yuehu made an “en” of acknowledgement. He looked up at the sky, before saying: “Tell her not to go up the mountain.”

“Why?” Lu Qingjiu found it a little strange.

“You all should avoid going up the mountain for a while,” Bai Yuehu said, “There are more animals during springtime.”

Lu Qingjiu immediately thought of that puddle they’d run into that afternoon which Bai Yuehu had called “an animal”. He replied: “What kind of animal was that, anyways?”

“I don’t remember,” Bai Yuehu said, “because it tastes way too terrible.”

Lu Qingjiu: “…” Seems like for things that didn’t taste good enough, Bai Yuehu won’t even bother to remember their names.

“They can remember a person’s likeness,” Bai Yuehu said, “as long as you’ve seen it.” According to Bai Yuehu, the water was like a mirror. When someone looked over at the puddle, it would remember your likeness, and if the person looking at it just so happened to be alone, it would then drag them in, drown them, and eat their soul.

Lu Qingjiu asked: “What happens if you’re remembered by it?”

Bai Yuehu: “It’ll come find you.”

Lu Qingjiu was shocked: “…Then isn’t Yin Xun in danger!”

Bai Yuehu replied: “ Don’t worry, most of these things don’t come down the mountain. They also move very slowly and only appear during spring. They’re useless.” As he casually declared the worth of the creature, he picked up a piece of beef and placed it in his mouth. His eyes narrowed in satisfaction, he said, “Delicious.”

Only then did Lu Qingjiu relax.

By the time the two of them finished most of the beef, the sky had already turned dark. Lu Qingjiu ushered all the little chicks back into the chicken coop, then returned to the house to sleep.

The next morning, before the sun had even risen, it started to rain. The rain wasn’t heavy. It gently drizzled down, the light pitter-patter of rain lulling people back to sleep. As said in the poem Spring Dawn, ‘in spring one sleeps, unaware of dawn’, Lu Qingjiu stayed in bed for a long time, unwilling to get up. When he finally got out of bed, he found that Bai Yuehu had already awoken, standing out in the courtyard doing who-knows-what. It had to be said that Bai Yuehu himself was quite the view. The raindrops lightly fell onto his head, giving his hair a slight silver halo. In the haziness of the rain, he looked just like an immortal about to ascend.

On the side, Lu Qingjiu tried to sneak a few photos with his phone’s camera but Bai Yuehu seemed to sense him and turned his head to look at him.

“Good morning.” Lu Qingjiu placed his phone back into his pocket and calmly greeted Bai Yuehu.

“Morning,” Bai Yuehu said, “I’ve fed the chickens.”

“Oh oh, thanks,” Lu Qingjiu replied, “What do you want to have for breakfast?”

“Noodles,” Bai Yuehu replied, “Also in the mood for eggs.”

Lu Qingjiu nodded. Just as he put on his apron and turned towards the kitchen, he heard knocking on the door. Thinking it was Yin Xun, he simply yelled: “Come in!” Who knew that when the door was pushed open, it was Zhu Mianmian’s wet face that appeared.

“Zhu Mianmian?!” Lu Qingjiu was stunned. “Why didn’t you let me know when you were coming?”

Zhu Mianmian replied: “Why bother, I could easily find my own way here.” When she entered the courtyard, the first thing she saw was the expressionless Bai Yuehu standing to the side. Her eyes grew wide, saying, “Lu Qingjiu, really you…! I was wondering why you were in such a hurry to go home, so it turns out you were secretly keeping a mistress!”

Lu Qingjiu: “I’m not, I didn’t!”

He originally thought that Bai Yuehu would get mad, but he simply turned and left without a single change in his expression, leaving the two of them with a rather profound view of his back.

Zhu Miaomiao looked over at Lu Qingjiu: “Tut tut tut, you scum. You didn’t even legitimize him. See? Now he’s angry.”

Lu Qingjiu: “…” You really don’t fear death.

The author has something to say:

Zhu Mianmian: What’s your relationship with him?

Bai Yuehu: I’m his vixen.

Zhu Mianmian: You two are in a relationship??

Lu Qingjiu: No, we’re just ordinary friends.

Zhu Mianmian: I never knew you were such a scummy man.

Lu Qingjiu: …I’m not, I didn’t!

Finally, after the great drought for the last two weeks, we have food porn \o/

Also, sorry for not replying to comments lately like I usually do When this is posted, I’ll be overseas, so replying is a little difficult haha