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

This is a huge problem!

"Uh...no problem."

Just like Mr. Dart said, everyone has their own secrets, and there's really no need to dig into them.

Even if Gray's strength is overpowered, he still lost to my system and became my underling.

I wonder if Gerfred is currently crafting my equipment...

After moving all the stones, I picked up a hammer and crushed the small stones in the area one by one, thoroughly clearing away any potential future hazards from the soil.

“Marcus, the floor in the house seems to be completely ruined.”

While I was cleaning the area, Lin went back into the room and struggled with the rotten wooden floor, finding it difficult to clean these areas thoroughly.

I poked the floor with a hoe and found that one shovelful revealed the fluffy, decaying fibers inside; it was indeed beyond saving.

"It's alright, Lin, I'll take care of it. We just need to re-lay the floor. I'll clean up these old pieces of floorboards first."

So I used a hoe to lift up and remove the floorboards piece by piece, revealing the original soil foundation.

"The colonist's house has been detected to meet the minimum aesthetic standards. Aesthetics system unlocked! Flooring system unlocked!"

What do you mean by "lowest aesthetic standard"?

Are you saying the room I used to sleep in was worse than a pigsty?

I looked up the newly added features and found that it's a system like this.

First, aesthetics, a quantitative mechanism used to evaluate living environments. The rating scale progresses from extremely ugly, ugly, mediocre, average, beautiful, to extremely beautiful, with each rating providing a corresponding positive impact.

Of course, the higher the aesthetic rating, the more benefits you'll receive. Not only will it please you, but it will also subtly attract customers and significantly increase their positive impression of you.

And the aesthetics of my room right now are...

Current aesthetics rating: -2!

Why is it so low?!

"Basic room aesthetics score: 30"

Spacious space +3

Soil Floor-10

Stockpiling raw materials (general-purpose stone) - 10

Stacking Tools - 15

Friendly reminder: Replacing flooring and walls, planting flowers, and adjusting furniture can improve the aesthetics.

Should we replace the flooring?

The system that was just opened also has a flooring feature, which includes all sorts of different types of flooring.

There are everything from the most primitive polished floors to basic wood and stone tile floors, to extremely luxurious gold and jade floors, and even spaceship sensor floors that can provide high-speed movement!

But right now...

"Lin, do you prefer wooden flooring or stone tile flooring?"

I turned to Lin and asked her seriously.

"Eh!!! Me?!"

Lin seemed a little surprised, then lowered her head and said, "I do think wooden floors look nicer, but they're hard to maintain. The pub's floors need to be cleaned for a long time every day. I still prefer stone tile floors..."

"Then I'll lay stone tile flooring!"

With Lin's advice, I made up my mind. Luxurious but difficult-to-maintain wood flooring really isn't for me; sturdy and durable general-purpose stone is the best fit!

"I'll go cut some bricks, thank you for your hard work, Lin! Hey, why is your face so red?"

"Oh, it's nothing! I'll go get some water to mop the floor!"

Lin picked up the bucket and ran out.

Chapter 55 Tavern Night Talk

After finishing the preparations for the ranch, I took Lin back to her home.

It was getting late, and the journey was long. By the time I arrived at the bar, it was completely dark. From afar, I could see the lights coming on, as if some lively event was taking place.

"How do you do this?" I asked Lin curiously.

Lin chuckled and said, "A gathering at the bar? Didn't Dad tell you that people from town come to the bar every night to chat and drink? Today should be no exception."

Oh, so that's what this event is about. The boss did mention it to me before, but I thought he was just bragging and exaggerating the bar's performance.

It seems there are indeed people patronizing the bar's business, but I wonder if it's one of those people...

"Impossible, impossible. Sebala is away on a long trip and hasn't returned yet. Boss Dick's family sells alcohol, how could he be here?"

I quickly and calmly analyzed the situation.

But as soon as I entered the room, I saw that the newly bought TV was playing a program. The channel was set to an advertisement, and several people were gathered around the TV, raising their glasses and drinking.

One of the middle-aged men, with a slicked-back hairstyle and impeccably dressed, commented disdainfully, "This kind of television is not worthy of my status. I'll buy a much bigger one for my winery in the future!"

On the other side, an old man with a bald head and a big beard retorted, "Then you don't have to watch it. This TV wasn't made for you."

"Where I am is my own business! You old geezer!"

"It's my prerogative to kick you out! You mean-spirited bastard!"

Mr. Dart was wiping glasses at the bar when he magically produced a bottle of wine and yelled at them, "If you disturb other people's TV viewing again, I'll kick you all out!"

"Oh..." *2

How did those two rascals show up again!

Is there some special rule? Wherever there's excitement, there are Dick and Sebala!

"Dad, I'm home!"

Before I could stop her, Lin had already happily greeted Boss Dart. All three people in the tavern turned to look at her.

"Hey! It's Marcus!" Dick called out my name excitedly. "Come on over for a drink!"

"No...no need." I immediately refused.

"Have a drink, my winery produces only the best wines!" Mr. Dick continued to urge.

I suddenly felt something was off: "Mr. Dick, are you saying the liquor here is your family's?"

"Yeah! It's the real deal! Boom boom boom!" He then drank another glass.

"Then why would you spend your own money to drink your own wine at a tavern?"

Could this person be a one-in-a-million business genius who has discovered the reverse method of making money from money? He's actually transformed himself from a monopolist on the island into an ordinary consumer—that's too strange!

Mr. Dick's expression was grave: "There are certainly reasons for this, but it's difficult for me to explain in just a few words..."

Sebala promptly jumped in to debunk the ruse: "What's so hard to explain? Let me, old Sebala, explain. You must have been hiding in the wine cellar secretly drinking when your wife found out and kicked you out of the house, right?"

"Haha, I can't believe such a thing happened."

The entire venue instantly entered a joyful atmosphere.

"Tch, I only spent a little more money, and she started making a fuss. She has no idea how hard I work every day in business."

Mr. Dick looked indignant.

Mr. Dart stopped laughing and said to me, "Actually, it was a coincidence. I just happened to sell out all the bourbon I had in stock, so I simply bought it from Dick at a low price and then sold it to him at a higher price."

As he spoke, Boss Dart couldn't help but laugh again: "A businessman, after all, would never turn down money, right?"

I glanced at Mr. Dick, who was still drinking glass after glass next to me, and thought to myself, isn't there a businessman here who doesn't care about his own money?

My gaze shifted, and I saw Sebala, his face flushed from drinking: "Old Sebala, what brings you back? Didn't you leave Mineral Town?"

Sebala hiccuped as he spoke: "I just went out to see some old friends and came back on the cargo ship that evening. Is that so strange?"

"A cargo ship at dusk? Didn't it just arrive?" The cargo ship arrives before sunset every day, loads up, and leaves. That Sebala got himself drunk before it even got dark. This guy didn't even go home; he came to the tavern to drink himself into oblivion first...

"I went back for a bit and saw that that brat Gray was actually studying forging at home, so I came out and didn't bother him."

Sebala took the wine from Boss Dart, handed it to me, and laughed heartily, "Marcus, you really know how to do things! You actually got that brat to seriously learn forging in just two days. You're my lucky star! Here, this drink is for you!"

He drank it all in one gulp and burst into laughter.

"Before I left, I felt like I was going through my ore reserves a bit too quickly. I'll have to get another batch another day," Sebala muttered to himself.

I drank the wine with an embarrassed expression, hoping that old Sebala would remain calm and optimistic when he discovered that his grandson suddenly had a dream of becoming a superhero, and wouldn't poison my drink.

I wonder if Gray's serious research is actually in preparation for forging the Heavenly Farmer Armor I mentioned. Once that equipment is completed, I'll be able to roam freely, chopping down any tree I want and digging up any land I wish.

"By the way, Sebala, are all your ores imported?" I asked.

“Yes, most of the raw materials are imported,” Sebala replied.

"But this town is called Mineral Town, doesn't it produce any minerals?"

Despite being drunk, Sebala remained composed: "What's wrong, Marcus? You want to mine? Since you helped me teach Gray, I can take you to the mountains to mine. I guess I'm the only one left in this town who knows how to mine."

After saying that, he glanced at the two businessmen beside him, expressing his disdain for those who did not engage in direct labor.

Sebala has mined before! That's great. I haven't continued this business since my failed attempt in the haunted mine. If I expand into mining, I can refine steel myself, complete the forging industry and production equipment in the colony system, and produce even better products.

Boss Dart suddenly spoke up: "Then you should be careful. I heard that mine has never been very safe."

Sebala said confidently, "Don't worry, with me here, Sebala, none of this will be a problem. I visited an old friend this time and learned some ways to handle these kinds of issues."

"Old Sebala, your friend can exorcise ghosts?" I was shocked!

"What exorcism? It's power maintenance! Power maintenance!" Sebala protested.

Oh, I had too high expectations of you.

Boss Dart said with relief, "That's good. The electrical equipment in that mine is too old; going in rashly could cause an accident. It's best to turn off the main power first and stay in the shallows. That's the safest way."

"Thank you, Mr. Dart. You seem to know quite a lot about this."

“I went in there when I was younger, but I stopped going in after seeing that the equipment was broken,” said Mr. Dart, wiping his wine glass.

Sebala took another sip of wine and suddenly said, "Actually, I also heard news about Rhodes during my trip."