Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Lin Mian still felt that Jinchen did it on purpose.

But what could he do? As long as Jinchen used her beautiful eyes to show a look of grievance and sadness, he would forget all his principles.

But the hammock is really powerless.

In short, ignore those details where every time you almost fall, you can only hold Jinchen's neck for leverage, and finally you are too tired to escape, but find that you can't escape at all.

It's quite nice to sleep in it alone.

After learning from his mistakes, Lin Mian still did not take down the hammock, but he just didn't allow Jinchen to get close to it anymore.

Time quickly came to the night of celebration.

Several pumpkin lanterns were hung in front of the farm's wooden house. The warm yellow light swayed in the wind, illuminating the path covered with fallen leaves.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, the crispness of morning dew wine, and the exotic fragrance of the various magical gifts brought by the elves.

Lin Mian and Jin Chen stood side by side in front of the wooden house, welcoming the elf guests coming from all directions.

They even set up a reception table filled with the elves' favorite morning dew wine.

The first group to arrive were the short and stocky rock elves. They were only as tall as humans' knees, but they were carrying oak barrels that were half a person's height.

The leading rock elf raised his white beard and shouted in a muffled voice: "Lord God's Messenger, we brought lava wine brewed from volcanic ash, and we want to exchange it with you!"

Jin Chen flipped open the elf encyclopedia and glanced at it, then said calmly, "Rock elves become adults at the age of ten and can drink."

Lin Mian looked at the illustrated book in surprise, then took the barrel with a smile, "Thank you for your gift, please come in."

Then, silver mist floated in from the woods and transformed into a group of slender mist elves.

The leading girl elf was at least 1.8 meters tall. She elegantly handed over many boxes of frost-covered berries: "Lord God's Messenger, this is a specialty of the polar frozen soil."

Jin Chen suddenly reached out to stop her hand, "Mist elves reach adulthood at the age of 300, and you are only 200. You cannot touch the Morning Dew Wine."

The girl's face fell instantly: "How can you even tell the age of our people?!"

Lin Mian secretly flipped through the illustrations and discovered that the silver hair of the fog elves would have a golden edge when they reached adulthood, and the hair of the one in front of him was indeed pure silver.

"Is the age range of the elves so wide?"

He suddenly thought of something and leaned over to look at Jinchen, "You should be an adult now."

Jinchen: "..."

Jinchen leaned in and kissed him, his eyes innocent and pure, "Can't my wife feel it?"

Lin Mian choked and pushed his shoulder away, feeling that he was simply asking a question he already knew the answer to.

The courtyard had already been decorated like a magic market, with long tables filled with morning dew wine and various elven wines.

Jinchen stood beside the wine barrel, holding the illustrated guide in one hand and the wine glass in the other, like a stern bartender:

"The tree spirit tribe reaches adulthood at the age of 120. Drink."

"The Snow Demon is 400 years old and has reached adulthood. This cup won't do."

"Night Owl Elf? Oh, you use feather color to determine age...Okay, the ones with dark grey feathers can drink."

Lin Mian helped pour the wine.

The drunken tree elf grabbed the table and shouted, "Lord Messenger of God! Are you and Boss Lin a couple? Those stubborn old men in the Council of Elders are about to explode with rage!"

There was a sudden burst of booing all around, and even the winged elves on the beams flapped their wings to join in the fun.

Suddenly, several dazzling golden lights flashed outside the window.

The Elders' message spell exploded like fireworks, and distorted large characters appeared in the air: "It is against the laws of the elves for the messengers of God to interact with humans!"

Jinchen didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. He waved his hand casually, and vines climbed up the eaves and extinguished the golden light.

He turned around and put his arms around Lin Mian's waist, kissing him on the forehead in public.

Express contempt for the Presbyterian Church through actions.

The elves cheered.

It is obvious that the same rigid Presbyterian Church has existed for a long time.

At this time, the Garden Restaurant.

Chef Lao Zhang took a nap and slept until dark. He found that there was no one around. He heard faint light and laughter coming from the direction of the farm cabin.

Lao Zhang walked towards the wooden house, but he became more and more frightened as he walked.

There were clearly no electrical wires around the wooden house, but at this moment there were hundreds of green lanterns floating in the air like fireflies, and glowing vines hanging on the treetops.

He peeked through the crack in the fence and saw a group of palm-sized flowers in the yard tap dancing with morning dew wine in their hands.

Several moving stones tossed pumpkins into the air as a juggling act, and what was even more outrageous was that the animals were talking!

"Oh my god!" Old Zhang's legs went limp and he fell to the ground. Suddenly, something cold poked the back of his neck.

He turned his head stiffly and saw a vine twisted into a question mark shape with a small white flower blooming on the tip.

"There's a ghost!!!"

Lao Zhang tried to run away, but was caught by vines at his ankles and hung upside down.

His pig-killing-like scream alarmed the elves in the yard. Jinchen waved his finger, and the vines immediately threw the screaming Old Zhang into the wooden house.

The wooden door slammed shut, and Lao Zhang collapsed to the ground, trembling as he watched the elves surrounding him.

The flower elves smiled and sprinkled pollen on his head, the tree vines swayed in front of his eyes, and even the usually gentlest elk elf deliberately put its antlers in front of his nose.

The wooden house suddenly became dark.

Jinchen walked over slowly and deliberately, his green eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

"Human, you're lucky."

Lao Zhang: "..."

Is this still the cool green-eyed helper?

"Triple your salary and keep it a secret, or..."

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Suddenly, a uniform and strange laugh came from outside the window, and all the elves grinned at the same time, revealing their fangs shining with cold light.

"I'll keep it a secret!" Lao Zhang nodded while crying. When he was rolled up by the vines and thrown out of the wooden house, he heard the vine pinching its throat and imitating his scream: "Oh my god! There's a ghost~"

The prank ended only when Lao Zhang ran away with a look of relief.

Lin Mian shook his head helplessly. It is not easy to hire a good chef. He hoped that Lao Zhang would not come to resign tomorrow.

That night, residents in Hope Village who were closer to the farm reportedly heard beautiful singing and loud cheers, and also saw inexplicable fireworks exploding in the sky.

But the rumors about the mystery of Harvest Farm are no longer a secret, and few villagers will take the initiative to explore it.

The celebration went very smoothly, and the warehouse was filled with gifts from all kinds of elves. Just as Lin Mian was immersed in the beauty of love and the joy of harvest, an accident had quietly arrived.

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In the evening, Jiang Ji stood alone outside the fence at the entrance of the farm. He hesitated for a long time before knocking on the farm gate.

In fact, he came here once during the day, but he went to the restaurant.

Before coming here, he always heard his family talk about how good the farm is now and how great Lin Mian is. He felt annoyed and wanted to refute, but his voice fell silent the moment he stepped into the Garden Restaurant.

The sight before him made his chest feel tight.

The orchard that he once took pride in is now desolate and dilapidated, while Lin Mian's farm is thriving like wildfire, and every detail seems to be mocking his failure.

When Lin Mian opened the door, Jiang Ji's face was pale, his fingers tightly clenched the corner of his clothes, and he had completely lost his previous arrogance.

He spoke in a hoarse voice: "Lin Mian...can I go in and talk?"

Lin Mian was stunned for a moment, then stepped aside to let him into the farm, and then took him into the wooden house for guests.

Jiang Ji's eyes swept across the warm furnishings in the house and the harvest scene outside the window. His throat moved and his voice became hoarse: "Your farm... is really good."

There is a mixture of envy and bitterness in this sentence.