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

"Having goals is a good thing! Don't feel pressured, a life without pressure is hopeless!" Boss Dart was almost in tears; his daughter's growth had truly exceeded his expectations.

"Yes! Dad, I also want to learn painting and music!"

"Okay, okay, Dad fully supports you!"

I interjected, "Wait a minute, Lin, you're saying that these are things you can't learn on the island, right? If you're looking for teachers for painting and music on the island, do you want to learn how to make empty promises from the miserly Boss Jeff, or how to snore like Father Carter? You'll probably have to go to a big city to learn these."

Lin tilted her head and thought for a while, then punched her palm with her fist: "Then I want to go to the big city!"

Mr. Dart, who had been standing to the side with a fatherly smile, suddenly stopped smiling when he heard this. He glared at me, but still managed to say, "Having ambition is a good thing, a good thing."

Lin smiled brightly: "Then I want to go to a big city to study. Dad, you won't object, will you?" Then she showed an incredibly innocent expression, as if she were a child waiting for praise.

Mr. Dart said awkwardly, "Well... wanting to learn is a good thing, there's really no reason to object..."

Before the boss could react, the simple-minded Baqir overheard the conversation and said, "Lin, you want to go to school? Then I can introduce you to the University of Michigan! Your daughter must be very happy to have a classmate like you!"

Well done!

After Basil's decisive blow, Boss Dart's fragile heart finally sank. He turned pale, clutched his chest, and gasped for breath, unable to speak for a long time.

From this perspective, Mr. Dart's education was indeed very successful. Although Lynn did not become a country bumpkin with no desires as Mr. Dart wished, she learned his cunning perfectly and even knew how to use such ingenious logical traps to ensnare him.

What's even more terrifying is that Lin didn't realize what she had done and was still smiling innocently.

"Boss, would you like to go upstairs and get some nitroglycerin pills?"

I stood up, stepped over Sebala who was lying on the ground serving as a carpet, and then over Mr. Dick who was huddled in the corner pretending to be a potted plant, before walking to the TV shopping merchandise.

"Let me open this package and take a look. Something just doesn't feel right..."

Chapter 253 A Mirror Falls from the Sky

The cargo was wrapped in layers and sealed in crates, so that it would not be damaged by bumps even when sailing on rough seas.

But for me, this kind of packaging was too much trouble. I had to borrow a claw hammer and pull out the nails that were deeply embedded one by one before I could open one of the sealing panels. After I removed all three sealing panels, I found that there was another layer of tightly wrapped fabric inside, adding a layer of protection to the goods from head to toe.

My face darkened, and I borrowed scissors again. Little by little, I cut open the tough, unidentified fabric, peeling off the strips one by one. The fibers of these strips were coarse and dark in color, and they looked like an extremely durable and heat-resistant material.

When I unwrapped everything, I found that there was another layer of plastic film wrapped under the strips of cloth!

My face darkened even more. I really couldn't fathom the layers of tricks used by TV shopping. Why are there so many rules and regulations for sending something?

This thin film is likely for moisture and humidity protection, blocking air erosion. The film surface is smooth and glossy, but completely opaque, making it impossible to see the shape of anything underneath.

But having come this far, I've realized that what's in the shipment isn't a blender at all. How could a molecular gastronomy blender be two meters tall and half a meter wide, square and angular?

When I finally uncovered the mystery, I was even more puzzled. This thing was clearly not what was advertised!

"A mirror...what is that?"

"Boss, can I use your phone to answer this?"

I went to the phone at the bar, but I couldn't remember the number I'd dialed that day. Lin, seeing my struggle, came over and tried to remember with me, but neither of us could recall which number we'd dialed.

"We think we saw it on a TV shopping channel... but the program has already ended by now..."

Lin turned on the TV, startling the human-shaped bonsai plant next to her. The shopping channel was filled with static; only the weather forecast and bland news programs were playing on a loop.

I stroked my chin thoughtfully for a moment, then waved my hand dismissively: "Take it away! We'll talk about it when someone comes to ask for it back!"

I remember now, I only made a phone call that day; I didn't pay at all, nor did I leave any valid contact information. Getting a full-length mirror for nothing—isn't that a windfall?

Seeing that it was getting late, I quickly said goodbye to everyone in the room: "I should be leaving soon too. My cafeteria will be opening tomorrow, and all the guests must come and support me! Oh, old Sebala, you don't need to raise your hand. The guests I'm talking about don't include you and Boss Dick."

I glanced around, then looked at Lin: "Lin, I'm asking you to come help out tomorrow too! The success or failure of this cafeteria rests on your shoulders!"

After saying that, I hoisted the full-length mirror onto my shoulder, staggered out of the tavern, and returned to the ranch.

…………

"Oh dear, which bastard dug this hole and isn't going to fill it in!"

I carried the mirror into the territory of Mineral Town Ranch, and immediately tripped over a deep pit under my feet, almost dying on the spot.

When I looked up, good heavens, this wasn't a deep pit at all, it was clearly an engineer's trench!

Deep ravines meandered across the pasture, cutting through every passable path and fragmenting the land. Even French soldiers withdrawing from Verdun during World War I might not have survived this place, let alone ordinary people like me.

...Wait a minute, isn't it normal that the French troops couldn't get out?

I can tell this scene must be Sebala's doing. Only that old bastard could pull off such a drunken act, shoveling here and there, turning the work of laying electrical wires into this crooked trench.

Could this old guy really be a member of the White Flag Legion?

On the other side, at the construction site of Gotz, the scene was completely different. This experienced contractor had precisely divided the land where the warehouse was located, clearly marking each boundary, and even used lime to plan the earthwork to be excavated. He carried out the work in an orderly manner, dividing it into projects and following the steps.

Next to the construction site, there is an open-air material storage yard. Wood, bricks, iron components, and general-purpose stone bricks are all clearly placed in their respective areas, so there is no need to search for them when needed.

The foundation excavated on the first day has basically defined the area of ​​the warehouse, and the internal foundation construction should begin tomorrow.

What is professionalism? This is professionalism!

As for Sebala, I'll be satisfied as long as no Tesla Coils or Prism Towers appear in my ranch in the end.

"Sigh, is it reliable or not..."

I turned my head and saw that weird-looking bicycle generator again, which made me even angrier!

What do I need a bicycle for?!

I have a horse, okay? I don't need a bicycle to go out!

Stepping into the stable, sure enough, the meme-worthy pony was already fast asleep:

(|3[▓▓].

This guy maintains a healthy 12-hour sleep schedule every day, and spends the rest of his time either frolicking in the pasture or munching on hay. When he's in a good mood, he'll even run off to steal some chicken feed. The whole horse is in a state of complete unruliness. Apart from not being able to do any stretching exercises, he looks every bit the part of a fine horse.

Muqi said it was autistic, but I don't see how it's autistic at all...

With just these meme-worthy expressions, appearing in a reality show wouldn't be a problem.

I quietly closed the door, shutting out the thunderous noise inside, but the ground still seemed to be shaking faintly.

When I entered the chicken coop, I saw two chicks huddled together, sleeping on the roof. But every fifteen seconds, a mysterious force would shake the two fluffy balls up about five centimeters off the ground before they slowly landed…

Snoring-powered magnetic levitation chick!

It's terrifying!

I slammed the door shut in horror, trying to forget this bizarre scene. Something about this ranch seemed off, constantly hindering my path to becoming a top-notch rancher. If livestock farming continued like this, it would probably turn into a bizarre zoo, making money by charging admission fees.

Back in the house, I first bowed respectfully to the Bodhisattva Gatling. Burning incense at a temple is a good habit; the Bodhisattva Gatling is full of power and will surely bless me to reach the pinnacle of life.

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, the depleted uranium bomb purified of the six senses. It revolves 3,600 times in a single breath, with great compassion to deliver all beings. May the Buddha have mercy!"

After chanting a Buddhist mantra, I moved the tall, full-length mirror into the room and looked for a place to put it.

From a Feng Shui perspective, the entryway in the living room is the best place to place a mirror. The entryway is located on either side of the main entrance; placing a mirror here prevents it from reflecting the door gods, avoids direct sunlight, and can also visually enlarge the wealth corner.

But my dilapidated house...where's the entryway?!

Poor people don't care much about such things. I casually stuck the mirror behind the door, lay down on the bed, and prepared to drift off to sleep.

The stars in the night sky still illuminated the earth, reflecting the chirping of insects. As the earth slowly warmed, more little creatures joined the grand chorus. I listened quietly to the rhythm of my heartbeat, felt the mysterious trajectory of the planets' orbits, and slowly sank my consciousness into boundless chaos, entering a dream…

Chapter 254 Steel Rod Master

“Since Mr. Dart took over this tavern, the daily number of customers has never exceeded double digits, and the number of people present at any one time is usually less than one hand. But on the very first morning after I took over the tavern, the number of people present at the same time exceeded five, showing a completely positive trend!”

I stood in the tavern's lobby, holding a routine meeting with my staff, giving them a pre-battle pep talk, trying to make them understand the daunting mission they faced.

Unfortunately, no one in the room understood what I meant.

Because all the people present were employees I had hired…

"Marcus, what exactly do you want to do by calling us here for a meeting?" Lin asked me, tilting her head, still holding a broom and rag in her hand, looking very concerned about the cleaning task she hadn't finished earlier.

Two chicks perched on Poppy's shoulders, one on each side, interacting affectionately with her. They giggled and asked, "I didn't expect you to bring these two little guys along! Were they for me?"

Miss Karen stood impatiently at the back of the line and asked bluntly, "Enough of the talk, when does the free-flowing wine deal start?"

Three black lines appeared on my face as I awkwardly said, "This is just the beginning of the morning. The store will definitely be packed with customers later. I'm just giving you a little lecture as the manager, so don't worry!"

The business environment here is truly appalling; it seems I misjudged Mr. Dart. Even at normal breakfast time, there wasn't a single customer; the entire tavern was empty and eerily quiet.

Normally, a regular drunkard would come over early in the morning asking for drinks, but unfortunately, Mr. Dick was still hungover—Mr. Dart had dropped him off at his doorstep yesterday, but no matter how much he knocked, no one would open the door. So, as usual, Mr. Dick threw him into the wine cellar, which was his usual place to spend the night.

Sebala went even further, arriving early in the morning reeking of alcohol and knocking on my door, starting his noisy construction. In the ten minutes I watched, he fell into the trench he had dug fifteen times, smashed his toes with the shovel three times, and hit his palm with the hammer six times. He also pushed open the chicken coop door, sang some strange song, and rushed into the stable to throw a punch.

This guy single-handedly turned the ranch upside down, so in the end I had to take two Alpha chicks and an emoji pony and head to the tavern early in the morning to start the business of the Sword and Fairy Inn!

Speaking of this name...

"Now I'm announcing the division of labor! Lin, you'll be in charge of cleaning, including wiping the dining table and cleaning the floor. Your code name is Zhao Ling'er!"

Lin nodded blankly: "I understand the job, but what does this code name mean?"

"The name isn't important; what matters is the mysterious power from the East within!" I explained patiently. "And Karen, you'll be in charge of moving ingredients in the kitchen and organizing goods in the warehouse. If you're short of something, just go to the general store to buy it! Your code name is Lin Yueru!"

I trust Karen the most when it comes to managing our family business. I'm not worried about her inflating prices and taking kickbacks when I send her to the grocery store; in fact, I can even predict she'll be able to get the items directly to the restaurant below cost!

That familiar feeling of overspending...

It's definitely Miss Lin!

But you absolutely mustn't let her touch the account books, otherwise she'll be just one step away from learning the extravagant skill of "risking everything"...

Wait a minute, what if she learns Dionysus? Won't my fate be even more miserable?

"Also, no drinking during work hours! If you want a drink, I'll treat you after get off work!" I specifically instructed.

Karen said sullenly, "Okay...you said it yourself, you have to buy me a drink later!"

I nodded, then turned my gaze to Popuri: "Popuri, you usually help with the family finances, right? Today your job is to serve the food, and in your spare time, collect money and settle accounts at the front desk! Your code name is Anu!"

Popuri nodded vigorously, tossing her pink hair so hard she almost knocked the two chicks off her shoulders: "Leave it to me~"

I looked around the room with satisfaction. Everyone seemed to have a good division of labor and high morale. So I patted the head of the meme-filled little horse next to me with a sense of relief: "The mission is a success! Right? Backup ingredient number one!"

The original expression of the little pony emoji was blank, but upon hearing this, it suddenly changed to:

(;'??Д??`)！