After settling the shaless Little Prince, Han Qiwu walked into the house, ready to enjoy a rare mont of reading.
"A story about a teenage girl and a dinosaur, I can’t wait." Han Qiwu opened up Dinosaur Knight with a grin on his face.
Half an hour later.
"What kind of trash book is this? Dinosaurs can transform into weapons? And Dragon Smash is actually a skill where you throw the weapon? The reason for not being able to use it continuously is because every ti it costs blood to activate?" Han Qiwu felt deeply betrayed.
Why on earth did Zack write this kind of junk to annoy people?
Turns out the single poetic phrase he sneakily quoted was the only line in the entire book that could cause a misunderstanding?
Mission accomplished.
Han Qiwu fell for it.
The actual plot of the book was about a teenage girl wielding dinosaur weapons to fight dieval Crusader Knights.
And this is supposed to be a Dinosaur Knight?
Han Qiwu snapped the book shut and tossed it onto the floor.
Not reading it!
A minute later.
Alright, alright, just kidding.
Dinosaur gravity is too tempting.
After pushing through for another half an hour, Han Qiwu finally couldn’t take it anymore, put the book aside, and climbed into bed to sleep.
But after closing his eyes, the familiar darkness didn’t co for a long ti.
Instead, countless images of dinosaurs transforming into weapons kept popping into his head.
"Swords, spears, halberds, axes, tridents..."
"Waaayaayaa! (in a Peking opera singing tone)"
Han Qiwu: "....."
What on earth is all this?! I just want to sleep!!
Clink, clink, clink (sound of coins scattering)
February 16th Log
Farming XP: 0
Foraging XP: 136
Fishing XP: 843
Combat XP: 0
Mining XP: 0
Character Affection Changes:
Zack: ❤
Current Money: 6,629 Gold Coins
Total Earnings: 36,949 Gold Coins
"Cawww, cawww!"
A new day began.
Han Qiwu glanced at the log—finally, Zack’s affection level reached one heart.
He had raised it all the way up from a negative value.
What a struggle.
Looking at the total he had earned, Han Qiwu realized just how much he had raked in.
36,000 over just half a month.
That number’s really sothing.
Han Qiwu figured he probably wouldn’t make this much after graduating.
There’s definitely more money in playing gas.
So how should he spend this 6,000 in his pocket now?
Han Qiwu started contemplating his finances while getting out of bed.
The materials for the cowshed were still missing so parts, and the budget wasn’t enough.
As for upgrading tools, he was critically short of copper ingots; he only had one left right now.
Flipping through the calendar, Han Qiwu noticed that the day after tomorrow was Rain Water, one of the 24 Solar Terms.
"I wonder if there’ll be holiday events again?" Thinking about it, Han Qiwu decided to save the money for now.
You don’t just go throwing money away when you’ve got it, right?
"Weird, why’s the Little Prince so quiet today?" As Han Qiwu folded his blanket, he suddenly felt sothing was off.
A quiet cub ant trouble brewing.
Han Qiwu stealthily cracked open his room door to peek into the Little Prince’s room next door.
Through the gap, he saw the Little Prince happily reaching into the honey bucket, eating while saring it all over his face.
He was dabbing here, slathering there, more ticulous than a girl applying a face mask.
Last night, Han Qiwu had poured out two plates of honey for it but forgot to put the bucket away.
"You cheeky Little Prince! I haven’t even done a honey face mask myself!" Han Qiwu burst in, furious.
"Awwooo, awwooo!"
Little Prince: "Sothing’s wrong, retreat imdiately!"
It grabbed the honey bucket and dashed toward the door.
"Stop right there!" Han Qiwu, wearing slippers, chased after the Little Prince.
Hearing the commotion, the Little Prince bit down on the bucket and bolted on all fours toward the yard outside.
"Keep running! I swear you won’t get any honey to eat again!" Han Qiwu shouted after him instead of chasing further.
"Awooo..."
Sure enough, the Little Prince, clutching the bucket in its mouth, sheepishly ran a small circle around the yard before coming back.
Standing in front of Han Qiwu again, it even acted clueless, shalessly trying to cuddle up to him.
"Get serious! You think you’re that charming? Don’t be so full of yourself." Han Qiwu scolded with a straight face. "This honey is for treating your face—do you really want to head back to the tribe with a mug like that? So ugly, what female bear would fancy you?"
The Little Prince drooped its arms and nodded obediently.
"If I catch you stealing food again, you’re banned from the house." Han Qiwu held back his anger when he saw its submissive look.
"Roar!"
The Little Prince nodded vigorously, then pointed at its own face, looking pained.
"No more ssing with bees. When I have ti, I’ll take you honey hunting," Han Qiwu said as he dabbed so golden-star honey onto the Little Prince’s face.
"Mm!" The Little Prince responded earnestly.
"Hm?" Han Qiwu paused mid-application, surprised.
"What did you just say?"
"Mm!" The Little Prince made the sa sound again, this ti from deep in its throat, the gruff noise forced out like air squeezed through a pipe.
"Alright, alright, stop forcing it." Han Qiwu felt a mix of astonishnt and amazent. Was the Little Prince’s intelligence really this high? It understood words already, and now it was learning to vocalize?
After applying the honey and giving so instructions, Han Qiwu sent the Little Prince out of the house.
Looking at the field of 16 (cauliflower) 56 (peanut potatoes) 10 (mixed seeds)—totaling 82 plants waiting for a good watering, Han Qiwu’s heart ached.
The more he stared, the more it hurt.
"Let’s hope this watering can I’ll pick up later gets the job done." Han Qiwu hopped on his bike, ate a simple breakfast in town, and was about to leave when he ran into Aunt Hong i.
Today, Aunt Hong i was dressed as festively as ever, sporting a bright red down jacket with a matching red hat.
"Morning, Auntie." Han Qiwu greeted politely.
"And good morning to you too! What’s been keeping you busy? You look thinner. Got ti tomorrow? I’ll take you up the mountain to pick so mushrooms and crab blossoms. They’re great for stir-frying or stewing with at—delicious either way," Aunt Hong i said with enthusiasm.
"Thanks, Auntie. How long would it take?" Han Qiwu asked curiously.
"Not long. Head up around 5 AM, back down by 8 AM," Aunt Hong i replied with a cheerful smile.
"Alright, where should we et?" Han Qiwu thought it over before agreeing. First, he wanted to check out the mountain and scout for new foraging spots where the Little Prince could roam. Second, three hours wasn’t too much of a ti commitnt.
"Right by your house. It’s along the way anyhow. I’ll swing by at 5:30 AM," Aunt Hong i said with a laugh.
"Alright, see you tomorrow." Han Qiwu smiled back.
After bidding Aunt Hong i goodbye, Han Qiwu noted the ti and biked off toward the blacksmith’s shop.
On the way, Han Qiwu suddenly spotted a rare patch of red soil he hadn’t seen in ages.
[You’ve discovered an ancient plot.]
Stopping his bike, Han Qiwu took a quick look around before pulling out a hoe to start digging.
[You’ve unearthed a strange egg.]
Soon enough, Han Qiwu unearthed a head-sized egg from the plot.
The egg’s shell was rough, covered in green and blue speckles.
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