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

Seeing my shocked expression, the boss offered some words of comfort.

"Relax, this town is never short of pitiful people like this. Who hasn't suffered from two terminal illnesses at some point in their life?"

"There are other people too??!!!"

This surprised me even more. Are there six others as stubborn as Zach?

"Thomas's narcolepsy, Sebala's stubbornness, Dick's pride, Jeff's fear of his wife, Joan's greed for money..."

Boss, is your sharp tongue a terminal illness?

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, boss, these last few are practically personal attacks now."

Mr. Dart glanced at me: "I just want to tell you that everyone has their own secrets and their own troubles. So it's better not to pry."

"I see."

"So you see, none of us are trying to find out your story."

The owner of Dart handed me a nearly overflowing glass of bourbon, indicating that I should help myself.

"Ton ton ton".

I drank it all in one gulp.

"500G discount".

"...The boss keeps the books."

I staggered upstairs, wanting to use the bathroom in one of the two rooms upstairs to take a shower.

"ah!"

At the corner of the stairs, I bumped into a small figure carrying a pile of bed sheets.

"Am I cursed with some kind of 100% chance of being killed around the corner today...?"

"I'm so sorry! I'm really so sorry!"

A young girl with a single ponytail, dressed in neat overalls, was bowing and apologizing to me repeatedly.

I saw the bow in her hair fluttering up and down like a real butterfly.

"It's okay! I'm perfectly fine."

I scrambled to my feet and quickly helped the girl, who was still bowing, to her feet, fearing she might suffer a concussion.

"My name is Lin. Are you a new customer?"

Lin was relieved to see that although my slightly thin body was swaying, I was not injured. She then casually picked up a pile of sheets and started chatting with me on the stairs.

"Hello, my name is Marcus, and I'm the new rancher in town."

"I've heard about you! Uncle Sebala said you're a good blacksmith, and Boss Dick said you're a strongman! I thought you'd be even better..."

Lin stretched out her arm and made a muscle gesture.

"Haha, more like Zack, isn't he? Sorry to disappoint you, I'm neither a strongman nor a good customer. Actually, I still owe the boss for the drinks after the meal."

"Can I visit your ranch? I've always wanted to ride horses on a ranch since I was little!"

"Of course you're welcome, but I don't have horses or crops where I live. The only four-legged creature that can walk is me when I fall down."

"Hahahahaha."

Lin's silvery laughter rang out in the corridor, sounding like a series of springs in a secluded valley.

"Oh right, no one has been running that place for many years, there must be a lot of dust that needs to be cleaned, right?"

Lin looked very enthusiastic and recommended it to me.

"Let me help you clean! I love cleaning the house, do you like cleaning?"

"It's not a matter of liking or disliking, it's more like... a very special kind of 'it'..."

I still couldn't find the words to describe my despair at the prospect of the ranch's revival, when the boss's voice rang out from the stairwell.

"Which one is it? Why don't you tell me?"

"I'm going to clean!"

As soon as Lin saw Boss Dart come up, she made a face at me from an angle where he couldn't see her, then grabbed the blanket and ran off in a flash. I could only see the end of the stairs, the bow in her hair fluttering as she ran, as if about to take flight.

"Boss, you're employing child labor? You're actually exploiting a young girl to be your servant."

I was teasing the old-fashioned boss Dart, but I never expected him to be so chivalrous, hiding a little girl in the bar.

"She's my daughter, is there a problem?"

I recalled Lin's appearance and compared it with Boss Dart's stern and square face, and showed an expression of utter shock!

“No problem, Mr. Dart… oh no, father-in-law.”

"Don't call me father-in-law!"

Chapter 16 Originating from the Green Elephant, Day Two

After dinner, we returned to the ranch. It was almost dark, and it was time to wrap up the day. I still had a lot of work to do.

I wasted all my time today chatting and drinking with the idle people in town; I didn't do almost anything worthwhile.

"The atmosphere in this town is too comfortable. I must not be assimilated into such a useless person."

I recalled how Mr. Dick and Old Sebala had been drinking and bragging earlier that day, and a chill ran down my spine.

This is terrifying!

My plan for today, besides taking a walk around town, is to improve the interior environment, and ideally, make a couple of pieces of furniture using common stone to get rid of the trouble of having bare walls.

They walked back to the ranch with practiced ease and went straight to the stone-cutting table to continue accumulating raw materials.

"Select work task: Craft 50 General Stone".

Once the task was selected, I shot off like an arrow, immediately running two meters away to select stones from the messy site.

Then, hammers, chisels, and polishing stones were used in turn to quickly produce a standard, generic stone.

.........

Before nightfall, I had already piled up a large area of ​​general-purpose stone on the ground, layer upon layer, like a reclining giant beast, lying in the corner of the pasture.

I calculated the current quantity and concluded that it should be sufficient for near-term repairs and construction, so I stopped what I was doing and went back inside the house to work on the architectural plan.

The room wasn't large, and a silver-white, technologically advanced hibernation pod was prominently displayed near the entrance, serving as a bed.

This is the only decent piece of furniture in my room. If there is electricity in the future, I can continue to use the hibernation pod's life support, medical, and muscle repair functions.

After all, in the space age, prolonged hibernation causes irreversible damage to human muscle tissue. Only by incorporating relatively weak electrical stimulation into the hibernation chamber to actively promote muscle contraction and movement can humans be protected from developing muscular dystrophy.

But that's a story for another time.

I looked at the location; the area inside the room near the fireplace definitely wasn't suitable for placing furniture.

In the future, I will still need to light this fireplace for warmth in winter. Not only will the furniture be covered in smoke and soot, but it will also easily cause a fire.

Then we can only place it against the side wall of the ranch, set up a table and put a chair there, and use it as a place to eat and work in the future.

Next to the hibernation pod, I need to make a storage cabinet specifically for storing the farm tools and fishing rods I retrieved today.

There's still a small empty space further inside the room, which I don't plan to occupy at the moment.

If the crops produce something, I can temporarily store them indoors to protect them from the wind and sun.

Alternatively, I can reserve enough space for building the workbench.

Judging from the system with the gear-shaped symbol, I still have at least a few things to build, such as workbenches, stoves, and forging tables.

I'm also very curious about how many surprises these workbenches can bring, like the general-purpose stone, and how much change they can make for me.

Having made up my mind, I focused my attention on the gear logo in the corner of my field of vision, and a familiar sound rang in my ears once again.

Welcome to Tynan Sylvester's Colony Simulator!

I quickly flipped through the architectural planning projects, looking for the projects I needed.

Sure enough, the items that were previously grayed out and unselectable are now ready to be built as my building materials appear!

"Choose a task: Repair a table."

Furniture Name: General Purpose Stone Table

Furniture description: When a chair is placed facing the table, people can read or eat on it.

Physical mass: 25 kg

Cover effectiveness: 40%

Flammability: 0%

Aesthetics: 2”

I piled up various sizes of common stone materials from low to high, just like a master painter who, with his eyes closed, could transform a child's doodle into a magnificent masterpiece with just a few strokes in the air.

What exactly is this colonial system, and why does it possess so many amazing skills?

The table, when assembled, appears to be an ordinary square table with no fancy decorations on the edges and corners, but it still highlights the simple, economical, durable, and irrational colonial system style.

The entire table was constructed without a single nail or adhesive. It was made entirely of common stone of various sizes, and the smooth tabletop was so even and smooth that it reflected a person's image.

This might also be related to the materials I used.

The grayish-white luster of common stone is perfectly revealed after slight polishing.

From the outside, the four-sided table legs appear to be ordinary extensions, but upon closer inspection, one can find that each leg is secured by parts at different angles in eight directions, ensuring that there is no displacement or loosening whatsoever.

I have chosen a new architectural plan.

"Select a task: Build a stool."

Furniture Name: General Purpose Stone Stool

Furniture description: A simple stool for sitting, not very comfortable, but better than nothing. It can be used near a dining table, work desk, or other similar surfaces.

Weight: 5kg

Cover effectiveness: 20%