My Pokémon Story of Seasons

Chapter 282 Everyone's Chicory Village

Chicory Village, the only small village in southern Armia, connects the South Sea of ​​Armia with the Windswept Forest.

Despite being far from the bustling port city of Gangbo, the village has developed its own unique rhythm of life over the past few decades.

There are no skyscrapers here, only rows of simple wooden houses and cement roads, and the air is filled with the salty smell of the sea breeze and the fresh scent of the forest year-round.

The village is mostly populated by ranchers and farmers. The agricultural products they produce daily are not only enough to meet their own needs, but they can also be sold to Fengrao Town and Gangbo Town to the north.

Old Jack, as the village chief, has managed the village for decades and witnessed the development of Chicory Village from a small settlement to its current size.

Every morning, he would ride his heavy mud-bearer horse slowly through the village, checking on the condition of each ranch and listening to the villagers' chatter.

Especially as people get older, they become addicted to listening to gossip.

That morning, as usual, old Jack rode his heavy mud-bearer horse slowly along the village path.

Good morning, village chief!

The man, who was milking the large milk tank at the entrance of his own milk tank farm, looked up and greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, good morning."

Old Jack reined in the horse, and it obediently stopped. "You're not a kid anymore, and you're so tall and strong, yet you still speak so softly."

If it weren't for my good hearing, I almost wouldn't have heard it.

"Yes, yes————"

The man scratched his head somewhat awkwardly. If he could, he would certainly like to be more manly.

But with such a formidable wife, it's really hard to stand up for yourself.

"By the way, when are you planning to have children?"

Old Jack stroked his goatee, squinted, and asked, "You and your wife have been married for a few years now, haven't you?"

As you know, the village has been facing a declining birth rate and an aging population in recent years.

The young man's face flushed instantly, and he stammered, "This—this—is still in the planning stage, in the planning stage—"

"We can't make any more plans for this!"

These days are a long time ago; if you're ready to have children, then have them!

Upon hearing this, the young man's face became even more embarrassed, and his voice lowered even further: "Definitely, definitely—"

After saying all this, old Jack gave several more instructions before riding away on his heavy mud-drawn horse, completely satisfied.

Only after confirming that the village chief had gone far away did Mr. Da finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Sigh, I should have just pretended not to see her and not said hello."

Mr. Da shook his head with a wry smile and continued his milking work.

The docile milk caravan made a comforting "meow" sound, seemingly soothing its gentle owner.

Actually, to be honest, compared to the previous few months, Mr. Da has made great progress.

After all, just last month he was a coward who didn't even dare to touch Pokémon. If it weren't for his wife's help, how could he have opened a ranch?

Thanks to his wife's "encouragement," he gradually overcame his inner fears and began to learn how to take care of the big milk tank and how to manage this small ranch.

Although the process was bumpy and his milking technique is still not very proficient, at least he can now complete these daily tasks on his own.

"Miloo~" The big milk tank gently rubbed its warm head against Mr. Big's hand, as if to encourage him.

The old man gave a gentle smile and patted Milk Tank's sturdy back: "Thank you, Milk Tank."

He poured the freshly milked milk into a clean metal bucket and put the lid on. His work for the day was almost done; now he just had to wait for his wife to come home so he could deliver the milk to the customers who had ordered it.

"Let's take a short break—hmm?"

Suddenly, a piece of paper fluttered down from the sky.

Upon closer inspection, Mr. Da realized it wasn't the newspaper he subscribed to every day, and the beaks that deliver newspapers wouldn't simply drop it from mid-air like that.

The paper floated lightly, twirling, and landed right on the lid of the milk bucket he had just put down.

"What is this?"

He picked it up with a puzzled look and found it was a beautifully designed promotional flyer.

A cute little house is drawn on it with colored pens, the roof is mushroom-shaped, and a sign that reads "Wonderful Potion Shop" hangs at the door.

Next to it were several colorful little bottles, and below them written in colored pencils: "New products launched in Fairy Tale Ranch!"

The Magical Potion Shop adds magic to your life!

"pharmacy?"

Meanwhile, at the other end of the village, old Jack's granddaughter Jessica was standing in her yard, grooming her Galarian Rapidash.

Jessica hummed a cheerful tune as she carefully combed the fiery horse's fluffy, white mane, which resembled cotton candy, with a brush in her hand.

The fiery horse squinted comfortably, occasionally nuzzling her arm affectionately with its head.

"Okay, okay, I know you're comfortable."

Jessica chuckled and patted her strong neck, adjusting her cowboy hat. Her golden ponytail swayed gently behind her head with her movements.

Today she was wearing a plaid shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up to her elbows, paired with durable jeans and a pair of somewhat worn cowboy boots, looking every bit like a dashing cowgirl straight out of a Western movie.

A gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it the salty, briny smell unique to the harbor, and also a light, colorful piece of paper.

The piece of paper, like a butterfly, twirled in the air and landed squarely on the horn of Galarian Rapidash.

"Huh? What's this?" Jessica asked curiously as she took it off, while the fiery horse shook its head in confusion.

"The Magical Potion Shop—Fairy Tale Ranch?" Jessica read the words on the flyer, her eyes lighting up instantly.

"Little Tong opened a new shop? We have to go and support her!" She excitedly patted the Flaming Horse's neck. "After I've finished grooming you, we'll go check it out together!"

On the edge of the village, near the rushing river, came the rhythmic sound of hammering from the chicory wood workshop.

The gears driven by the huge waterwheel and various sawing tools emitted a regular roar, which intertwined with the steady tapping of the acorn craftsman, creating a very rhythmic sound.

"Hmph hmph hmph~"

Mumu hummed a song as she helped hand over the tools.

Recently, Acorn has been receiving one high-end custom furniture order after another, and its income has been rising accordingly. As the only apprentice, Mumu has naturally benefited a lot from this, and is working with extra energy.

He used some of the money he saved to buy various household items and furniture to decorate the wooden house he lived in with the giant vines in the windswept forest.

"Let's go swimming together with Meimei when we have a holiday in a few days!"

Mumu was happily daydreaming when she casually picked up the next piece of "wood" from the side and handed it to the bird's nest head next to her.

Acorn reached out and took it, about to begin piecing it together, when suddenly he felt something was off about the texture—

"Um?

""

Upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn't wood at all, but a piece of tree stump cake!

"You brat, what's gotten into you again?!"

Acorn's roar almost drowned out the noise of the machines in the workshop. He held up the exquisitely crafted tree stump cake, his anger making Bird's Nest's head seem about to explode.

"what?"

Mumu finally came to her senses and looked at the cake in her master's hand. Instead of feeling ashamed, she was even smiling.

"Master, are you hungry? Why are you mistaking the freshly delivered cake for firewood?"

"You little brat! You're the one who handed me the cake!"

Acorn was so angry he was puffing out his beard and glaring, raising the cake as if to hit Mumu on the head, but in the end he couldn't bring himself to actually do it.

After all, the cake is innocent!

"it hurts!"

In the end, Mumu was hit on the head by a piece of real wood that Acorn casually picked up.

"You brat, concentrate on your work!" Acorn Master yelled irritably, but still picked up the log cake and took a bite.

As amazing as ever! No wonder it's a new product from Happiness Dessert House!

Mumu rubbed his head, which was throbbing from the knock, and chuckled foolishly, but his gaze was unconsciously drawn to another colorful piece of paper on the table.

It was delivered along with the cake; he hadn't noticed it before.

"A magical potion shop?" Mumu picked up the flyer and read it aloud curiously. "Fairy Tale Ranch has opened a new shop? Selling medicine?"

Acorn also leaned over for a glance and said gruffly, "That kid Tong Hua, he's getting more and more creative. I wonder if his carpentry skills have suffered too—"

However, the quality of the items he sells is truly undeniable.

Acorn stroked his chin. "Once this batch of work is finished, let's go see what new gadgets he's come up with this time."

Mumu immediately perked up: "Master! Let's get started! We'll go right away!"

"What's the rush! We have to do things one step at a time, and cut the material piece by piece! Be steady!" Acorn shouted again, but his movements were noticeably faster.

Similar scenes were unfolding in every corner of Chicory Village.

The shop owner, who was hammering iron blanks in front of his charcoal shop, received a flyer delivered by a messenger bird. He wiped his sweat and looked thoughtfully at the words "Wonderful Potion Shop" on it.

Even the wind, who was sunbathing with the charming cat by the river, received a flyer that fell from the sky.

She sat up, brushed her short hair behind her ear, and looked at the childlike yet exquisite patterns on the paper, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Honestly, she has way too much energy," Feng muttered to himself, his fingertips lightly brushing over the images on the flyer.

Charming Cat also came over, sniffed the paper with its nose, and made a lazy meow.

She stood up, her bare feet sinking into the damp mud beside the riverbank, and gazed towards the direction of the fairytale ranch. The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing; it was truly a perfect day for an outing.

"Let's go, charming meow." Feng smiled slightly.

"Let's go take a look."