My Pokémon Story of Seasons

Chapter 83 Spring Festival

Spring of the 112th year of the Alliance Calendar, May 23th, sunny.

The annual spring festival in Chicory Village was held as scheduled on the spring equinox.

As in previous years, this year's festival lasted all day long, from morning till night, with a continuous stream of various recreational activities and competitions, filling the entire village with a festive atmosphere.

Tong Hua got up very early again today. His schedule was tight. He had to harvest the potatoes and strawberries in the field as soon as possible, then ship some of them out, and take the most elite team to participate in the agricultural product display project at the festival.

So Tong Hua first made breakfast, and after having a hearty meal with the Pokémon, everyone went down to the fields to start working.

"Whoosh!" The two Celebi were still the fastest at getting things done; their superpowers for harvesting crops were just too much of a cheat.

Only Tong Hua, who also possesses extraordinary abilities, can barely keep up with the speed of the two Celebi by relying on his professional skills as a gardener.

"Ahhh~" "Terrifying~" "Fufu~"

Characters like Sweetie, Bubble Chipmunk, and Mini Fu wisely stepped in and became cheerleaders.

"Game".

With a flick of its whip, the tortoise vine in the forest sent a whole bunch of potatoes flying out, covered in dirt, like a shower of flowers from a fairy garden.

Each potato was twice the size of Tong Hua's fist, with the smallest weighing over 300 grams.

Strawberries were also plentiful, with market prices even higher than potatoes. Each bright red fruit was plump, juicy, and exuded an enticing sweet aroma.

"I'm almost reluctant to ship them out. These strawberries would taste amazing in desserts."

Tong Hua picked up a few strawberries and examined them repeatedly. The quality rating on the information panel was either C or B.

"We'll bring out all the high-quality ones to compete in the exhibition, and then we can take them back to cook after the exhibition. It's a win-win situation."

"This is B-grade material, you know. Who knows, it might be able to make an A-grade dish."

Tong Hua carefully placed the Grade B strawberries together and then picked out a few of the best quality potatoes.

Just as Renmei, who was in charge of shipping, arrived in her truck, all the way after she finished doing all that.

"Wow, there seems to be quite a lot of food today!"

Renmei looked at the crops piled up all over the ground and sighed silently.

Half an hour later, the goods were loaded onto the truck. As usual, Tong Hua treated Ren Mei to some snacks. She still needed Ren Mei's help with the promotional work in Fengrao Town. "Speaking of which, if the reputation spreads in the future, we can also expand the takeout service."

In that case, we'll need to prepare in advance and find some Pokémon to deliver the food.

As Tong Hua thought about it, she packed all the things she needed to bring and tied them to Tuotuo Yin.

Today is a rare festival event, and Tong Hua plans to bring as many Pokémon as possible out to join in the fun.

"With the big-tailed raccoon and the queen bee taking care of the house, there shouldn't be any worries about the ranch."

"Game." The forest tortoise approached Tong Hua. He had been training his speed these past few days and had finally managed to run fast.

That way, I won't have to worry about falling behind or holding everyone back.

"Miru." Milk Tank also decided to warm up before the competition, so it rolled all the way to the festival site!

Tong Hua looked back at the foam squirrel, sweet girl, mini fuff and salt stone treasure beside her. The two Celebi were flying in mid-air and had already disappeared from sight.

"Alright, let's head to the festival site then!"

"Whoa!" the Pokémon cheered in unison, and then ran along the path they had laid out.

The venue for the spring festival is actually the entire Chicory Village.

After all, it is an important festival in the village, and each household handles its own affairs, taking responsibility for decorating the area around their own home.

In the square in the center of the village, a main stage was set up for many competitions.

All three events that Tong Hua was to participate in were held in this central square.

When Tong Hua arrived at the central square with the Pokémon, the scene was already bustling with noise.

Colorful flags fluttered in the breeze, and the aromas of various food stalls filled the air.

The children played with their Pokémon everywhere, and the whole village was immersed in the joyful atmosphere of the festival.

"Wow·--.-

Tong Hua and the Pokémon couldn't help but exclaim in admiration; this lively atmosphere was truly wonderful.

"It suddenly occurred to me that Ritsumi and Akira went back to school yesterday. What a pity, if they had one more day off they could have participated in the festival together."

Tong Hua climbed off the worm and first looked for the booths for the agricultural product selection event.

"Everyone, don't get separated, stay close to me."

Tong Hua reminded the Pokémon around him, and still feeling uneasy, he took Slimy's hand.

"Huh?"

Sweet Wu Ni didn't seem to realize that Tong Hua thought she would run around, and thought that Tong Hua wanted to get close to her, so she happily wrapped her arms around Tong Hua's arms.

"Oh my!"

"Trembling!" Seeing this, the foam squirrel jumped onto Tong Hua's shoulder, not to be outdone.

This immediately inspired the other Pokémon to follow suit, and they all rushed over to hug Tong Hua, as if they had been infected by the festive atmosphere, making a noisy scene.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around—"

Even Tong Hua, who aspired to be a master of impartiality, was defeated in the "battlefield" between Pokémon.

It took Tong Hua, who had brought his family with him, quite a while to finally find their destination.

Surprisingly, the person in charge of registration here was the village chief himself.

"Hey, you've come." Old Jack adjusted his cowboy hat and said to Tong Hua with some delight.

"Come on, let me see your work."

Tong Hua nodded, turned around and took two baskets off the worm.

Inside were potatoes and strawberries, both carefully selected by Tong Hua to be of the highest quality.

Old Jack took the basket, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"It looks pretty good, better than I expected. Maybe I really have a chance to win an award."

The scoring process for crop selection is conducted from multiple dimensions.

Besides basic indicators such as quantity, weight, and appearance, flavor and nutritional value are even more important.

Old Jack picked up a strawberry, tasted it, and his eyes immediately narrowed into slits: "The sweetness—absolutely perfect!"

Tong Hua's expression turned complicated as she watched Old Jack praise her strawberries.

"Village chief, may I take these crops with me after the selection process is over?"

To be honest, Tong Hua was a little regretful at this moment. She should have kept some Grade B strawberries at home.

"What are you saying? Of course it's possible."

"If there's anything left—" Old Jack deliberately spoke his second sentence very softly, but Tong Hua still heard it.

Seeing the instantaneous change in Tong Hua's expression, Old Jack couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Sorry, I couldn't help but make a joke. Don't worry, only a few judges will taste a few; there definitely won't be very few left."

Tong Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief, not expecting the village chief to like making such jokes.

It's exactly the same—

"Alright, the Big Milk Tank obstacle course is about to begin, you guys hurry up and report for duty."

Oh, by the way, after the competition, we went to the next area; Jessica was doing her riding demonstration there around the same time.

"Understood." Tong Hua nodded and turned to walk towards the obstacle course.

After watching Tong Hua leave, Old Jack looked around and, finding no one watching him, quickly took another strawberry from the basket and ate it. "So sweet!"

"These are your numbered uniforms. After you've put them on, have Big Milk Tank wait over there."

Tong Hua took the numbered vest from the staff and put it on the large milk tank. The number on it was "6".

"Miru—"

The big milk tank felt a bit tight after putting on the clothes, so it pulled them down a bit, and the other companions also helped loosen the clothes.

It took a lot of effort to finally get it on.

"This outfit seems a bit small. Come to think of it, so only big milk tanks are needed for this project? I thought I'd have to run along too."

Tong Hua arrived at the waiting area with the large milk tank, which was already dressed. There, she also met several acquaintances.

They are Mr. Da, who runs a large dairy farm in the village, and his formidable wife.

"Mr. Da! What a coincidence, we have consecutive numbers." Tong Hua stepped forward and greeted him, and Mr. Da recognized her immediately.

"Ah, it's Tong Hua. Hello, thank you so much for last time. The big milk tanks are very satisfied after the fence was repaired." His voice was still the same as before, thin as a mosquito's buzz.

The old woman standing next to him saw him like this and suddenly slapped him on the back.

"Sound!" The eldest man immediately straightened up, but a very comfortable expression appeared on his face.

Tong Hua thought to herself, "This couple is really going all out."