There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

But in my case, the style is quite different from others.

I gently nudged the little lamb, and this fluffy, clean-washed creature stumbled toward its four-legged relatives.

The wild horses, with their incredibly cool hairstyles, are unruly and will even kick lions and tigers when they're in a bad mood. They look down on other animals and just play around by themselves every day. Only their little brother, a fellow member of their kind known for his meme-worthy expressions, can make them somewhat accepting.

When it whimpered a timid "baa" in search of a response, it was completely ignored by the galloping wild horses because it was less than a third the height of a wild horse and was swallowed up in a cloud of dust!

The little animal turned around and looked at me...

(?∧?)！

Keep it up, you soft, cuddly little animal!

Don't let the world defeat you!

I cheered for the little lamb in my heart, watching it change its target and walk towards the Alpha Chicken, which also had a white exterior and a fluffy body.

But after taking only two steps, the two white-haired creatures, whose food had just been snatched away by the savage four-legged animals that morning, stood on end, spread their wings, and flew up, baring their teeth and claws.

You should know that Alpha Chicken can accelerate from 100 meters to 100 meters in just three seconds, instantly transforming into two white streaks that streak through the air...

(っ°Д°;)っ!

The lamb was fast enough to avoid being hit by the white light. One beam skimmed the ground and shot up a tree, while another unexpectedly unleashed its invincible whirlwind attack, rolling into a snowball on the ground and disappearing into the grass with a pitiful yelp…

I finally recognized that chubby little chick from back then!

The lamb, battered and bruised, ran out of the henhouse in a panic, bleating pitifully, and finally stumbled around the warehouse in a frantic rush.

I sighed.

As expected, ordinary animals can't adapt to my ranch. Otherwise, I should send it back to Muchi. Although it makes pretty good emojis, its expressiveness isn't rich enough. It's probably three Aligasas short of the emoji pony. It also lacks the mindset of the emoji pony wandering alone in the wilderness. Staying here won't end well.

A ranch like mine is probably better suited to raising animals like Kumamon, Hideyoshi the Monkey, and Tigger, and forming a third-rate circus...

But while I was in a daze, the darting lamb bumped into the corner of the warehouse, was jolted back two steps, and fell to the ground with a thud, its eyes swirling in circles.

What it bumped into was a black object placed in the corner of the warehouse. It was quite large and had many branches extending out.

Slowly, the unidentified behemoth that had been struck unfolded from its huddled position and transformed into a large, agile, and sleek shelled creature, exuding aggression and a sense of threat. Its three pairs of eyes of different sizes opened instantly, staring intently at the helpless lamb.

Oh no, this sheep can't even beat two chickens, how could it possibly compete with the strongest animal in the ranch? As the strongest combat unit in the second phase of the insect hive, the giant beetle is equivalent to Hayashida Megumi from Suzuran High School!

Tears were almost visible in the sheep's eyes, but it couldn't make a sound. I felt a pang of pity and wanted to lead the sheep away, but then the giant spider turned around, suddenly swung one of its segments, and slammed it hard onto the ground in front of the lamb!

(?д?)!

The lamb was almost scared to death, but then it discovered a fist-sized, semi-transparent, blackish-green gel in the crater created by the giant spider.

"Meh...?"

The lamb noticed something extra. Under the watchful eyes of three strange pairs of eyes, it tentatively stretched its neck forward and curiously stuck out its tongue to lick the insect glue...

Today's animal hunger crisis has a huge impact, but the only one unaffected is Groudon, the giant spider that eats insect glue. It curls up into a ball and eats its own food, without sharing any with the other animals.

But now it's actually giving it to a tiny lamb that's not even big enough for it to use for bowel movements and wiping its bottom?

"Bah!"

The lamb, after licking the insect glue, made a cheerful sound, opened its mouth for two more bites, and began to gnaw on the insect glue on the ground. It quickly ate most of it, then nudged the remaining insect glue in front of the giant spider, and then leaned against its chitinous carapace, lying there and bleating incessantly.

"...Am I seeing things? Artificial insects actually showing kindness to a lamb?"

Could it be that Welsh genes were added during the modification of the giant spider?!

I was puzzled from the start why old man Muqi would give me a half-grown lamb. Roasting it wouldn't yield any meat, and raising it wouldn't produce a flock of sheep. I really couldn't understand what was wrong with the old man.

But now it seems that this sheep has a special charm that makes the giant spider show favor.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that although other animals don't accept it, they haven't shown any aggression. Even the Alpha Chicken just ran around chasing it away...

I couldn't help but pick up the lamb, lift it high, and hesitated before saying something.

"...Transform for me?"

Chapter 559 Famous Crop Fair

"Zi..."

The lamb that was scared by my expression didn't change at all; it almost peed on my shoes.

...If it doesn't change, it doesn't change. Why would you pee on me? Do I look that diuretic?

When the little lamb was put back on the ground, it seemed to know it had gotten into trouble. It quickly hid next to Groudon, found a corner and scurried away, refusing to come out no matter how much it was called.

Since Groudon can accept this little guy, let him stay here. It's just an extra bit of hay, and when he grows up, we can milk him and shear his fur. It's never a bad deal.

Besides, my ranch is not such a simple place. The animals I raise are just icing on the cake. The real highlight is the plants on the ranch!

I pushed open the warehouse door with great ambition, and then...

I saw lush, green weeds and shrubs, with no trace of crops.

"Plants! We have to plant crops! Otherwise, this place will turn into a grassland!"

I slammed my fist on the door frame and rushed out of the ranch in a frantic rush.

To farm, you first need seeds.

You need money to buy seeds.

To have money, you first need to find your goal.

To make money, you need to ambush the target at their likely route, knock them unconscious, and then send suspicious letters to their homes. The money will then automatically appear in my account.

The most crucial thing is to warn them that if they call the police, the hostage will be killed immediately. Use this swift and decisive warning to deter them from taking any chances and make them obediently do as I say...

...Am I thinking something wrong?

In short, it's always a good idea to find rich people first.

"Bang bang bang."

I pounded my fists repeatedly and forcefully on Thomas the Tank Engine's door, making a deafening sound as if I were going to punch ten of them.

Even with such knocking, it still took the chubby mayor ten minutes to get up and open the door for me.

“Marcus, it’s you… What brings you here so early… yawn…”

Mayor Thomas had a noticeable red mark on his face, which showed that he wasn't sleeping very well.

I put on a friendly smile and asked, "Mayor, as your safety reminder assistant, I'm here to give you a heads-up. I wonder what level of typhoon resistance your house can withstand?"

Thomas asked, puzzled, "The Federation uses a unified standard of Level 10 in the East China Sea. What's wrong with that?"

I thought about it and said, “Given how soundly you sleep, I suggest you reinforce your house to withstand a category 17 typhoon—otherwise, when you wake up one day, you might find yourself blown to a deserted island, where you’ll only have parrots and goats for company.”

Thomas's face darkened, and he made a move to slam the door shut. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll close the door! You know, sleep is very precious. Dr. Dort told me I must get at least 20 hours of sleep every day..."

"Tell me first, what color is Dr. Dort's hair?"

Thomas hesitated for a moment, "...Golden?"

I kicked the door shut.

"It's black, you bastard! You're dreaming every day, and you're even getting doctor's orders in your dreams, instructing you on your daily sleep schedule, aren't you!"

Good heavens, if he keeps sleeping like this, he might very well dream of his roommate Harris, Dart's tavern, and even the Mineral Town, evolving into a dream world and becoming a self-consistent system.

Could this behavior ultimately lead to the creation of something like the Marvel multiverse? After all, anything can happen in dreams, while life is full of suffering and endless years…

"Give me my money back!"

I spread my hands.

Thomas stepped back, shrugging his head. "What money?"

I gritted my teeth and said, "You owe me my wages! Do you know that the country has enacted a law that prohibits withholding wages from migrant workers? If you try to cheat me, I'll show you what it means to be a working-class person."

Thomas was caught off guard by my sudden turn of events, but I quickly added the crucial line, "That's right, you're a worker."

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you right away..."

The second after I gave my death notice, he abandoned his plan to continue receiving a salary without working, took a wallet from the house, opened it, and started counting the money.

I snatched the wallet from his hand with lightning speed and stuffed it into my pocket without even looking at it.

"No need to calculate. If you include my lost work allowance, meal allowance, communication allowance, public vehicle reform allowance, and urban commuting allowance, it's just enough!"

"We live in the countryside, where would we get commuting costs?! Give me my money back!"

Thomas excitedly chased after me, but I stuffed my wallet into my pocket and ran away.

What a joke! Once something's in my pocket, can I take it out?

A thief takes other people's things out of their pockets, while a sheriff puts other people's things into his pocket. That makes sense.

Moreover, can a dispute between the town mayor and the sheriff even be considered a case? At most, it's an internal conflict within the bureaucratic system, something even federal officials couldn't handle.

Just look at Li Yunlong taking equipment from the 358th Regiment. Do you think he'd ever return it to Chu Yunfei? Even if the victim came knocking, he'd just be told, "Chu Yunfei is a traitor, a faithless and ungrateful scoundrel. What's wrong with me taking it from him?"

Lu Bu gave a thumbs up after hearing this.

Soldiers should have backbone.

This wallet is so thick, it should be enough for me to buy a lot of seeds, right?

Plant more cash crops, and this wave of wealth will be yours!

The chubby Thomas, dressed in pajamas and slippers, was clearly no match for me, a long-distance running champion comparable to Sun Yuanliang. He was completely out of sight after only one and a half laps around the town.

I carefully observed the intersection and, when I was sure no one was watching, I immediately turned into Karen's general store.

…………

This grocery store, while maintaining an elegant and dignified architectural style, is marred by a lot of unnecessary and vulgar decorations, which significantly lower the taste of the magnificent building.

The perfectly good milky white marble floor was instead covered with a brightly colored carpet, strange silk cloths hung on the Roman columns at the entrance, and the ornamental foliage plants in the column pots were replaced with large red flowers. The family's quilts were drying on the obelisk...

Logically speaking, although Jeff is timid and submissive, his artistic talent is not superficial. His playboy lifestyle in his early years should have ensured his aesthetic taste. How could he have left the house like this...?

Could it be that the problem lies in being too submissive?

I knocked on the door but received no response, so I simply pushed it open and went inside, hoping to find the crop seeds I needed in the living room. But as soon as I entered, I heard loud talking coming from the kitchen.

"I've already told you, Karen and I don't like this dish, so why are you still in the kitchen!"