My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World

Chapter 89: Mushroom Village 39


After leaving the clinic, Wan Qian wandered around the village a few more times.

Nothing particularly special happened all day.

It was unclear whether it was because the villagers had heard from the village chief that she was the owner of Dark Farm.

Whenever she passed by groups of people, there were always a few strange looks measuring her up.

Sometimes the villagers' gazes were so intense that even Wan Qian felt a bit uncomfortable.

But she quickly persuaded herself in her heart: This is just a small scene. When the farm grows bigger and she becomes a famous entrepreneur, she will face even more attention from the outside world. Maybe reporters will come to interview her. She has to start getting used to it now.

Wan Qian walked back to where she was staying, openly allowing people to look her over.

On her table lay two sticks of incense. She had asked Xie Jia to bring them when they left the ancestral hall yesterday.

The village chief had said that incense from the ancestral hall was unique to Mushroom Village and had collectible value.

Wan Qian was not interested in incense or spices. Since others wanted some, she simply divided them and kept only two for herself.

Wan Qian played with her phone in her room, and evening soon arrived.

The man in the suit who had brought them into the village on the first day appeared again.

The man in the suit smiled and said to everyone, "You are honored guests of this village. You must attend tonight's banquet; it has been prepared especially for you."

Hao Shijun and the others who had gone out early in the morning had already returned.

Xie Jia, for some reason, looked even paler. Her already thin figure now appeared even more gloomy.

They did not react much to the man in the suit's words.

Of course, the man in the suit did not expect any reaction; he just smiled and emphasized once again:

"Everyone must attend. After all, the whole village will gather together. If anyone is left out or something happens, it will be too late to respond."

Fang Minglan's ten fingers were wrapped in bandages; from the pain, her whole body trembled slightly.

Today, business was booming at the general shop, and she successfully got the ghost money she needed, just as she had hoped.

But to resolve the conflict between two arguing villagers and to satisfy visiting customers, Fang Minglan painfully lost ten fingernails.

Although it was not as cruel a price as losing part of a limb, the pain in her fingers was intense, making her vision blur; she even barely heard what the man in the suit specifically said.

Wang Hui noticed Fang Minglan seemed unsteady and reached out to support her.

The five of them went to the banquet.

This time, the man in the suit did not place Wan Qian at a separate table, but instead seated the five of them together at one table.

By then, all the villagers had arrived and sat quietly in their places; no one spoke or moved their chopsticks.

Wan Qian and the others were among the last to arrive.

As soon as they sat down, it was like a still painting had been pressed to play; the villagers began to move and make sounds. From the kitchen, aunts came out carrying dishes and placed them on every table.

Wan Qian stared carefully at each dish served, trying to recognize them. In her heart, she still savored the memory of the rabbit meat she had eaten yesterday.

What had the man in the suit said earlier? This banquet was specially prepared by the villagers for them? Mushroom Village was quite warm and hospitable.

She wondered if with such a big event, she would still get to eat the kind of rabbit meat she had yesterday.

But even after all the dishes were served, Wan Qian did not see the rabbit meat she longed for and withdrew her gaze disappointedly.

Maybe rabbit was really hard to catch in the forest?

She would need to find a way to catch some rabbits and raise them at the farm to produce more rabbit meat to satisfy her appetite.

Also, maybe because she ate so much yesterday, even though she hadn't eaten anything during the day and had walked around the village, Wan Qian did not feel hungry now.

Seeing so many dishes brought out without the rabbit meat she wanted, Wan Qian lost her appetite.

She felt no enthusiasm even to pick up her chopsticks.

Seeing Wan Qian not pick up her chopsticks, Xie Jia cautiously refrained from doing so as well.

Then Xie Jia carefully tugged at the sleeve of his mother Wang Hui under the tablecloth, reminding her not to pick up her chopsticks yet.

Fang Minglan also did not raise her chopsticks due to her injured fingers making it inconvenient.

Hao Shijun saw that no one moved their chopsticks, so naturally, he did not either.

The man in the suit looked at the five people sitting motionless like wooden stakes before a table full of steaming, fragrant dishes.

He could not help but ask, "Why aren't you eating?"

Normally, people who came to the village, after being hungry all day, could not help but eat something at night.

After all, they would stay in the village for three days; they wouldn't go three days without eating, right?

These people didn't eat anything on the first night. He didn't know where they had gone last night. Today is the last day—they must be made to eat something, no matter what.

Fang Minglan didn't even need to make an excuse this time; she naturally showed her injured hand.

The man in the suit turned his gaze to Hao Shijun.

Hao Shijun rubbed his stomach. As a grown man who had been out looking for clues all day, his physical strength was naturally depleted.

He was already very hungry. But for safety, Hao Shijun still endured the hunger and said, "I have some stomach bloating, can't eat."

If it weren't for the good meal at Third Uncle's last night, Hao Shijun suspected he might have fainted from hunger by now.

Even if he didn't faint, he would have long lost patience facing such a table of delicious food.

The man in the suit looked at Xie Jia and Wang Hui.

"I'm on a diet," said Xie Jia, whose thinness left him almost just a skeleton, expressionless.

"I..." Wang Hui couldn't come up with an excuse for the moment.

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