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

Who would dare eat this?!

And you need to apologize to Shuke, Beta, Jerry, and Master Splinter! You must have killed the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' master to produce so much rat meat!

Bauer quickly added, "That's right, when we got to the harbor, there was a rat infestation..."

Destroy them all!

"Yes."

Bauer reluctantly collected the rat meat and hid it deep within the pile of goods.

"Young man, what is this? Would you like to see the tools I've made?"

The one who could call Bauer, a middle-aged man, a young man was none other than old Sebala, with his completely white beard, who was pushing Grandma Ellen in her wheelchair as they arrived at Rose Square.

"Grandma Ellen, thank you so much for sewing this flag! It looks fantastic!"

I quickly greeted them.

The nurses, Ellie and Yu, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, stepped into Rose Square together.

Ellie changed into a white dress, then couldn't help but glance at the flag a few more times, asking softly, "Marcus, why did you ask Grandma to embroider this flag? And who is this old man on it?"

The harvest festival, as the name suggests, is a ritual celebration of the harvest of agricultural products, and can also be interpreted as a celebration of the abundance of all goods. But in reality, whether it is a bumper harvest or a poor harvest, people give thanks for the blessings of the gods, and it serves as a dividing line between the end of the year and the beginning of a new one.

And this deity, which is enough to symbolize harvest and deserves gratitude, is of course the Golden Fertilizer God, which does not lose, evaporate, or waste anything, and can absorb nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium from two meters below!

“It’s Earl William, the president of Santiago!” I replied immediately.

Ellie: (_O.O_) ? ? ?

Yu had already run to another grocery stall, curiously examining the goods he had never seen before, and approached Frankie, a merchant from another tribe.

Indeed, Franky is a skinny guy who always has a smile on his face and looks harmless, much more approachable than Bauer, who has the appearance of a butcher.

"Uncle, what kind of hat is this?"

They're just kids, they must have taken a liking to that cowboy hat.

Franky assessed the situation for a moment, then decisively took a hat from the shelf and put it on Yu's head before introducing it: "This is a mind protection helmet. It contains a thin plate finely tuned from 'mind absorption foil,' which can reduce the influence of mind waves. If you like it, it's yours, little one."

...Just give Yu a regular cowboy hat, don't bring out something so weird!

"Damn it, didn't I tell you guys to bring some civilian goods to exchange?"

I grabbed Franky by the collar and questioned him.

But Franky looked at me innocently: "This is the most popular consumer device, reducing mental sensitivity by 90% is the best-selling model..."

Uh... the environmental differences between the two sides are indeed quite significant. I guess this thing would really be a top-selling gift recommended by shop owners on a remote planet?

I took the oddly shaped hat off You's head and hung it back on the shelf.

You looked at me with dissatisfaction: "Uncle said he was going to give it to me! Why did you take it away!"

I patted his head: "Listen to me, we don't need it here. Besides, the color of that hat is wrong. I'll send you a new one next time."

Can anyone tell me which genius created this green mind protection helmet? ...So it protects against mind waves, but all you get is real damage, right?

Franky overheard our conversation and eagerly promised, "Color is no problem. Next time I'll bring the best field helmets and bulletproof vests! Actually, I also secretly brought reinforced cannon barrels this time. Would you like to take a look?"

Is this some kind of general merchandise merchant?

This guy is clearly an arms dealer!

Who exactly did Bertholdt summon?!

As the sun grew stronger and the temperature warmed, Jeff and his family arrived at Rose Square. Jeff first set up his grocery store and then began to sneakily look around.

He quickly set his sights on Gogoias, a merchant from the Brown Pool tribe.

Gogoaas was older and somewhat sensitive to the cold. He sat listlessly to one side, smoking, completely unaware of Jeff's gaze.

Boss Jeff walked over and looked at the department store shelves in Gogoias, finally finding a loophole that could be exploited.

"Are these foods delicious?"

Gogeias puffed on his homemade tobacco. "It's not exactly delicious, it's all homemade stuff from the tribe. If you like it, feel free to try it."

"It's not impossible."

Jeff, the shop owner, said somewhat critically, "But since you also sell chocolate, how about we have a competition? The one that doesn't taste good can have its product removed from the shelves to avoid being outshone. What do you think?"

I quickly went up to the boss and said, "Boss Jeff, don't be impulsive, you might get hurt..."

Jeff put his arm around my shoulder and said confidently, "Don't worry, I tested that girl this morning, and she prefers the chocolates from my shop. If they sold something better, she wouldn't even consider it!"

...There's actually this trick?

From deceiving neighbors to exploiting children, Jeff seems to have subtly broken through a new level, getting one step closer to becoming a hanging rope supplier.

However, judging from its appearance, the brown pool tribe's chocolates don't even have outer packaging; the whole bar is exposed. The color is only a dark brown, and the granules are uneven, which is far from the high-end candies that Jeff's shop sources.

No wonder he was so confident.

Jeff took out a piece of chocolate from the store, handed it to Gogoa, and said with some pride, "Try this first."

Gogoias stopped smoking, looking at the gorgeous packaging with great surprise. He then carefully opened the package, broke off a piece and put it in his mouth. He immediately forgot the cold of the seaside and squinted his eyes contentedly.

"These candies are so sweet...they practically melt on my tongue...and the packaging is so beautiful, I've never seen anything like it before..."

After savoring the chocolates with his eyes closed for a while, Gogoias reluctantly put away the rest, smoking in silence.

Jeff, the boss, said even more smugly, "Well? You should cancel it now."

Gogoas mumbled wearily, picked up a piece of tribal chocolate, and handed it to Jeff.

"Well, out of respect for the rules, I would like to ask you to try my chocolate as well."

Jeff hesitated for a moment, then, after thinking for a while, probably wanting to convince the other party of his defeat, he simply stuffed it into his mouth and chewed the chocolate perfunctorily.

But the moment it entered his mouth, Jeff's expression shifted from disdain and disgust to blissful satisfaction, as if his mouth was chewing involuntarily. Notably, every time a piece of chocolate was put in his mouth, Gogoa would expertly offer him another one.

Unbeknownst to him, after continuously consuming half a pound of homemade chocolate, Boss Jeff suddenly snapped out of his daze, his expression instantly turning silent and solemn, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Gogoas.

I felt even more confused watching from the sidelines.

Jeff's personality has never been fair or just. Even if he loses, he will never admit that homemade chocolate is delicious—he will insist that it tastes like cardboard, and he will only care about winning the game.

This time, however, he found himself involuntarily eating half a pound of homemade chocolate, while Gogoias only took one bite of high-end chocolate before stopping, making the outcome obvious.

Something's not right...

If this chocolate is better than the ones in Jeff's shop, then there's no reason why Jay wouldn't like it.

Unless... the jay has never eaten it before, or someone is preventing her from eating it?

【Item Name: Chocolate】

[Item Description: A delicious food made by grinding cocoa beans, sugar, and vanilla together. Due to the addition of special ingredients, it has a mood-boosting effect, but it's not very healthy.]

【Durability: 60/60】

Nutritional value: 0.10

[Entertainment effect: 10% (binge eating)]

Physical weight: 0.08 kg

Aging rate: 8.00/day

...How can a single chocolate have such an entertaining effect, causing people to binge eat more and more? What kind of weird stuff is added to it?!

Good heavens, in just a short while, one was selling rat meat, another was keen on selling weapons, and yet another was adding addictive substances to food. These three businessmen just don't seem right!

Looking at Gogoias's face, which revealed a hint of cunning beneath his old age, I suddenly understood something...

In short, it was my oversight that I forgot that the edge planets are located on the edge of barbarity, yet can barely be called civilized places. Many things that I normally consider to be beyond the limit would be perfectly normal there.

I shouldn't blame them for their unconventional methods, even their wholesale goods are so creative. On the contrary, I should thank them for not taking advantage of the situation to get frozen human flesh and human skin sofas...

This also reminded me that I need to be more careful, otherwise we'll all be taken away by the police before the harvest festival even starts.

Oh, I'm a police officer myself?

That's fine.

Chapter 673 Harvest Festival in Mineral Town (2)

Although the townspeople complained about the festival and thought it was just my nonsense, many people still flocked to it after the news of the harvest festival spread.

After I confiscated the prohibited goods they were carrying, I found that Rose Square had already gathered quite a crowd, and Father Carter had come over to watch with great interest.

"Mrs. Anna, you've arrived so early today!"

As one of the town's three Egyptian Gods and a Stand user, Mrs. Basil was very gentle in front of people other than her husband and daughter, and never abused her Stand ability.

She greeted me with a smile.

“Marcus, thanks to this harvest festival you organized, I haven’t had a proper shopping trip in a long time.”

She always managed a smile through her veil of annoyance. "Although the scale of our business can't compare to that in the city, and it's not a reputable brand... Oh, don't worry about it, I'm not being picky..."

As we were talking, she stopped paying attention to me and seemed to have taken a fancy to a bedside table that the caravan had brought. She then began to inquire about its material, craftsmanship, and price with great interest and expertise.

Mr. Baqir also arrived late, standing blankly at the food stall in front of Bauer, his back view no different from any other middle-aged man pulled into the mall.

Was he forcibly dragged here by Mrs. Anna and is sulking?

"Mr. Baqir, didn't you go up Mount Mads to investigate plants today?"

I patted him on the shoulder.

Mr. Baqir was still in his hiking gear, but when he turned to look at me, his eyes gleamed: "I was originally going to go up the mountain, but Mary kept emphasizing today's activities, so I came over first... I didn't expect to have such an unexpected bonus!"

Well done, Mary!

Although I still can't find you in the crowd, you should remember this favor!

"An unexpected bonus? What do you mean, Professor?" I asked curiously.

Mr. Baqir pointed excitedly to a pile of berries on the food stand.

Uh, I recognize these things. They're just a mixture of various wild berries that are common on Mount Corilo. They can fill your stomach when food is scarce, and they taste good even when eaten raw, but they're not filling. Eating too many raw ones can also cause acid reflux, so the tribe has always used them as a dessert.

"Do you see those small, bright red fruits? If I'm not mistaken, those are low-acid marinica fruits, which are biologically recorded as extinct. I never expected to see them here!"