A farming master in Stardew Valley

Chapter 86 I treat you as a brother, but you are on guard against me?
"What a mess." Abigail rolled her eyes at Leon, but that didn't stop her from taking the hilt of the straight sword that Leon handed over.

When Abigail held the straight sword in her hand, Leon couldn't help but glance sideways. Under the illumination of the fire and the moonlight, Abigail holding the sword actually looked quite majestic and beautiful like a Nordic Valkyrie.

"Although this is a gift for you, I hope you won't play with it carelessly. At least don't take it out easily in town."

Lyon regained his composure in an instant. While stirring up the fire, he did not forget to remind Abigail to pay attention to safety issues.

“I’m not a child, of course I know my limits.” Abigail made a face at Leon, then placed the straight sword horizontally in her hand: “By the way, this sword shouldn’t be your family heirloom, right?”

"How can a family heirloom be that new? Clinton gave it to me last time I went there." Leon waved his hand and explained, "So you don't need to thank me. Thank Clinton if you want to thank anyone. After all, this weapon was made by him."

"Clinton, I don't have much interaction with him." Abigail raised her head and thought for a moment, then muttered with an embarrassed expression.

"Forget it. I'll tell him next time I see him." Leon didn't expect Abigail to go to Clinton to thank him. Clinton was a stay-at-home type and would probably want to run away if he saw Abigail.

"Thank you, Leon." Abigail patted Leon's shoulder happily after hearing this: "I knew you were the most reliable. You are indeed my good friend."

"Yes, yes, yes." Leon nodded perfunctorily, then saw white foam beginning to emerge from the soup pot, and hurriedly took it off the fire.

"Want some?"

He opened the lid of the pot, and inside was still the white porridge mixed with water. Leon showed it in front of Abigail and invited her in.

"Are you having a hard time? Is this really enough to fill you up at night?"

Abigail shook her head, then looked at Leon with some concern and asked.

As long as Leon nodded, she would go back and open her piggy bank, then take out some of her private money and give it to Leon in the name of loan. As for when Leon would pay her back, Abigail had not thought about it.

"No, I'm just too lazy to cook." Leon waited quietly for the porridge in the pot to cool down, and did not forget to answer Abigail's question.

“Is that so?” Abigail breathed a sigh of relief and then sat next to Leon: “I thought you were too poor to afford food.”

"That's not the case."

Lyon thought about the money he had left. Although he spent some money today, he still had more than 1,800 yuan left. This money was enough to support him until the crops matured. Besides, the money from the green onions he sold last time and some spring collections should be coming to his account soon.

When the porridge in the pot was almost cooled down, Leon found a spoon and began to enjoy his simple dinner. Abigail was chatting beside Leon. Because they were eating, it was basically Abigail who was talking and Leon was listening.

As a listener, Leon heard a lot about Abigail, such as family conflicts, parental discipline, and his own confusion about the future.

Leon didn't offer Abigail any advice on these issues. After all, it's difficult for a judge to judge family affairs, and he didn't have any reliable ideas about Abigail's future. Even so, just listening to Abigail's story, Abigail's expression brightened up a lot. She didn't feel ignored because Leon didn't say much, but was very grateful that Leon listened to her troubles.

"It's getting late. You should go back to bed, otherwise your parents will nag you again." Glancing at the time on his watch, it was already past nine o'clock. While Leon cleaned the soup pot a little, he did not forget to ask Abigail to go back early.

"Yeah." Abigail knew that she had been out for too long. If she delayed any longer, her father might come out to look for her himself. So she didn't say anything more, stood up and prepared to leave the farm.

"By the way, do you need me to give you a ride? I have a bicycle. Even though it's not a sports car, it's still a means of transportation." Thinking of the conversation between them when Abigail drove to pick him up, Leon couldn't help but ask her.

"Forget it. I've seen your bicycle before. It doesn't even have a seat. If you take me with you, I'll have to lean against the frame. Then you'll take advantage of me, and I'll be at a loss, right?" Abigail rolled her eyes in disgust and complained.

"Haha, I treat you as a brother, but you are on guard against me. Goodbye." Leon looked at Abigail speechlessly and retorted.

"Hey, let's go." Abigail waved at Leon with a smile, then gripped her straight sword tightly and strode out of the farm.

Looking at Abigail's back, Leon sighed. He wondered if Penny was the only one in Stardew Valley who knew that it was forbidden to enter a private farm without the owner's permission.

People coming to my farm one by one are like strolling in a park. Not only do they not say hello, but they also come uninvited and don’t even bring gifts. They have no respect for me, the farmer, at all.

If he could buy guns, Lyon would definitely set up a machine gun turret on the farm. When he encountered such "trespassing" guests, he would shoot a volley of bullets in front of them to let them know what hospitality meant.

After putting out the embers in the fire pit, Leon returned to the house and went to sleep in his clothes.

The next day, his biological clock played an excellent role again. Leon woke up naturally shortly after dawn.

After washing up, Lyon went out to run some water, then washed his hands and started looking for ingredients in the refrigerator.

Just like Abigail said, plain porridge can't fill my stomach at all. I felt good after mixing it with water last night, but after a night of digestion, apart from the fact that my urination lasted longer than usual in the morning, I was really hungry.

Only after Lyon had eaten and drunk his fill did he have time to water the crops in the field. What made Lyon happy was that the green bean seedlings that were half-dead yesterday actually came back to life after Lyon prepared a climbing rack for them, and they tightly wrapped themselves around the rack overnight.

"With nothing to do, it looks like I can try fishing today."

It was only half past seven when he finished watering the plants, but there was basically nothing for him to do on the farm, so Leon returned to the house, took out his bamboo fishing rod, and embarked on another fishing trip that had not been successful the last time.

"Let's go, destination is the beach pier!"

Accompanied by the shouts of a middle school student, Leon rode his bicycle, one hand holding the handlebars of the bicycle, the other carrying the fishing rod, facing the sunshine, and rode towards the east towards Pelican Town.

(End of this chapter)