Communicate with furry animals without any barriers, and take the farm to the next level

Chapter 322 Who washed my clothes?
Once the last spider had found a place to settle down, Josh observed how they had settled in and started weaving their webs to build their nest before she felt relieved enough to go home.

The spider silk mats made by the spiders are soft, cool, and gentle, perfect for using a small rag as a cat bed. It's a way of making up for the cat's exhaustion lately.

Surprisingly, although she couldn't stand the little spiders, Xiaomi really liked the spider silk products they spun and slept very soundly.

I breathed a sigh of relief. After sending the little spiders away, the house was finally much quieter.

Don't let their inability to speak fool you; these little spiders are quite adept at making noise, and they've finally quieted down.

With some free time, Josh quickly tidied up his dirty clothes and asked the pink-feathered pelican to help him wash them.

Due to time constraints and the sheer number of clothes, Josh only washes his clothes every two days.

Leaving aside the tight schedule, why is there also the issue of quantity?

Because of the wind-attribute energy of the pink-feathered pelican and the brown-headed crow vulture, Josh can make the clothes spin at high speed in the water, achieving the effect of a semi-automatic washing machine. If there are too few clothes, the friction will not be effective.

So Josh always saves up his laundry before washing it.

But Josh frowned, looking at the clothes in the basket in front of her with some confusion. Who, who washed her clothes?
These clothes were ones she changed out of after going to the fields. They were covered in mud and difficult to wash. She had originally planned to ask the birds for help and then scrub them properly with a brush.

It's so clean now, but it feels half-dry to the touch.

Oswin? Impossible. He's not the kind of person who lacks boundaries. It would be too strange for him to do her laundry.
Jenna and the others? That's even less likely. They almost never come here during work hours, and they leave immediately after get off work, so they don't have much opportunity to handle these clothes.

Who could it be? Could it be that the Snail Fairy has come to the farm?
Unable to figure it out, Josh picked up the clean clothes and shook them. They were even cleaner than the ones she had washed herself. She then threw in the dirty clothes she had just brought over.

"I don't know who it was, but thank you for doing my laundry," Josh said loudly.

A few soft rustling sounds came from beside him. Josh glanced in that direction, pretending not to hear them.

He took the clean clothes and left.

After Josh's footsteps faded into the distance, a little creature that had been hiding in the ditch slowly crawled out.

This is a small pool that the beaver specially dug out for Josh to wash clothes. The surrounding land has been reinforced by the strength of the big-tailed yak, making it very smooth and solid.

Upon seeing the dirty clothes Josh had left behind, the little guy made a "poof" sound and reached out with his antennae.

There are dirty clothes again, do you need help?
While my mind was still racing, my body was slowly moving closer to the clothes, and the rich, creamy foam gradually covered them.

Josh, who was hiding in a secluded corner in the distance, was stunned by what he saw.

Turns out, it wasn't a kind person, but a kind-hearted beast!

While she was hiding under the tree observing silently, the pink-feathered pelican finished catching its fish and was about to come over to help Josh.

Hmm? The little bird's eyes changed, and it quickly locked onto the unknown monster below.

You audacious little beast, how dare you steal Josh's dirty clothes! Cluck cluck cluck! Watch my strike!
Josh watched from afar as the pink-feathered pelican suddenly appeared like a small cannonball and then swooped down vertically towards the little guy below, and her heart jumped into her throat.

"Little pink ball, don't attack it!"

What? Upon hearing Josh's voice, the Pink Feather Pelican decisively spread its wings and aborted its skill.

But it's too late!

bang~
Although its skill was interrupted, its body still pressed heavily onto the little guy.

"Little pink ball, little pink ball, are you alright?" Josh took off running over.

"Coo coo~" The little pink ball, with its thick skin, was dizzy for a moment but quickly got up; it was fine. Josh looked at the little guy nervously, thinking about how much emergency medicine and yak milk was left on the farm, and whether he should press the monster emergency button.

However, Josh looked at the round shell in front of him and it seemed that nothing had happened. The little thing's shell was so hard.

"Coo coo?" The pink-feathered pelican instinctively tried to open its mouth to pinch the shell, but Josh flicked it on the head.

"Don't scare it. Go back first, and I'll explain to it that it's not a bad beast." The little pink ball must have misunderstood something.

"I see," Pink Feather Pelican nodded. "Alright, I'll be going now."

It regretted its recklessness, wishing it hadn't acted so impulsively.

As soon as Josh told it, it obediently flew back.

After the little pink ball flew away, Josh looked at the little guy huddled in its shell in front of her, thought for a moment, and then politely tapped its shell.

"I'm sorry, little guy, the pink-feathered pelican didn't mean to scare you. I'm so sorry. Are you alright? Would you like some attribute food to replenish your energy?"

Immovable, as firm as a rock.

It's understandable that it's unwilling to forgive them.

If she had been hit by the pink-feathered pelican like that, she might have been sent flying. Thinking about it makes me feel even more guilty.

Without my spatial backpack, I can't even take out the compensation items.

Josh withdrew his hand from the shell and decided to go back to the farmhouse to get some compensation for it. He had kindly helped it wash its clothes and was hurt in return. If he were in its shoes, he would be unhappy too.

"I'm sorry, little one, please wait a moment while I go get you something."

Oh my god, my head is all fuzzy and I'm spinning! What is that?! I almost knocked it over and made it poop. Luckily it has a shell, otherwise it would have become nutrients for the earth.

Feeling dizzy and disoriented, I finally managed to calm down and opened my eyes to see the hurried figures of humans leaving.

Huh? You hurt me and just left me like this?

It seems I, Little O, am destined to be a monster without a home.

Feeling dizzy, it silently sobbed, lowered its antennae, and slowly crawled towards the ditch. Not fully recovered, it walked unsteadily and couldn't reach the ditch even after walking for a long time.

Josh grabbed the spatial backpack from the hook by the door, slung it over his shoulder, and quickly ran back to the laundry area.

"Huh? Where's the shell? No, where's the monster?" After running back breathlessly, Josh only saw a wriggling trail left on the ground.

The little guy ran away, and he's probably seriously injured.

Looking at the crooked, sticky marks, her guilt deepened.

"We're sorry, little one. We didn't mean to hurt you. Our good intentions were not rewarded, and we're sorry for making you sad."

Josh sighed, took out the items from his spatial backpack, and silently placed them on the ground. He wondered if it would ever come back. If it did, he hoped these items could help heal its injured body.

Beside the irrigation ditch, two long tentacles quietly peeked out from the edge of the water plants.

It smells so good! There's something delicious to eat!

I came home from work today feeling really irritable. I was planning to take a short nap to recharge before getting back to writing, but I set the wrong alarm for tomorrow! I almost overslept, but thankfully I woke up and quickly started writing, hehe.