Parallel World Farm

A unique home

"Is this... could this be the smell of dinner?" Loulan was both hungry and tired at this moment, and he was especially sensitive to the aroma of food. As soon as he smelled the enticing fragrance, he immediately rushed into the room in one quick step. At a glance, he saw a small square table placed in the middle of the thatched cottage, and on the table was a small bamboo basket filled to the brim with seven or eight corn cakes that were still steaming hot.

Without even bothering to close the door, Loulan rushed to the table at once. He grabbed a corn cake in each hand and stuffed them into his mouth one after another. After just a few bites, he was almost choked to death. Fortunately, there was a large bottle of clear water beside the corn cakes. Loulan grabbed the bottle and gulped it down vigorously. Then he continued to wolf down the corn cakes. In one go, he ate five corn cakes and drank more than half of the bottle of water before finally letting out a long breath and belching. After taking a short break, he picked up another corn cake, ate it slowly in small bites while standing up, and began to look around the room.

It was only at this time that Loulan realized that the taste of these corn cakes was truly exceptionally sweet. The palm-sized corn cakes were probably cooked by pasting them in a large pot first and then roasting them. The outer skin was slightly blackened, but it was extremely crispy and fragrant. The inside was a bit softer, yet it was especially fragrant and glutinous. One bite would fill your mouth with a burnt aroma, and it was soft, glutinous, and chewy, truly crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and incredibly delicious.

Little did Loulan know that the food in the Dream Farm was not only delicious but also of great benefit to his body!

While eating the corn cake, Loulan first walked to the door. He had been in such a hurry when he came in that he had forgotten to close the door. So the first thing he naturally did was to close it.

The door was made of wood. Although the two door panels seemed to be simply made, when they were closed, they fit together perfectly, not letting in a single gust of wind. Obviously, the craftsmanship was quite meticulous.

But just as Loulan closed the door properly, two things placed behind the door made him almost burst into tears: there was a brand-new hoe and a brand-new wooden bucket.

"Alright... I admit... I'm an i***t!" Loulan flexed his still slightly aching fingers, picked up the hoe and the bucket, and put them outside the house. He didn't like a messy room. These farming tools were better left outside the house anyway. After all, no one would come to steal them.

Turning around and entering the house again, Loulan looked around and found that there wasn't really much furniture in the room. Besides the table where he ate, there was only a single bed and a small wardrobe.

The wardrobe had two doors, and one of the doors was inlaid with a large dressing mirror. The bed wasn't very big either, but the bed was covered with snow-white sheets, and the quilt was neatly folded, looking very clean and tidy.

The entire room was only about twenty square meters in size, serving both as a bedroom and a dining room. To be honest, it wasn't very spacious. However, because there was very little furniture and there was no kitchen or bathroom, it didn't look messy at all. Moreover, the materials used to build the room were mainly wood and hay, and the overall color was slightly yellowish. Under the white light shining from the roof, it looked especially warm and comfortable.

Since arriving in this wretched valley, oh no, it should be called the Dream Farm now. Since coming here, Loulan had been sleeping on the open ground all the time. At this moment, seeing the warm and comfortable bed, he couldn't resist and threw himself onto it directly.

The bed didn't feel particularly soft to Loulan, but the sheets and the quilt gave off a faint fragrance of lavender and had a unique texture after being exposed to the sun, which made Loulan feel so comfortable that he almost moaned. A strong sense of sleepiness suddenly hit him:

"I'm so tired. I'm going to sleep! Uh... But what on earth is this?"

Suddenly, Loulan felt something hard under him, which made him very uncomfortable. So he reached out to touch it and found that it was a thick hardcover book.

The style of the book was very ancient. Perhaps to avoid wear and tear, the cover of the book seemed to be made of metal, something like bronze. There were five seal script characters on the cover: "The Rancher's Manual".

"What's this? An instruction manual?" After seeing the name of the book, Loulan's sleepiness disappeared completely. Immediately, he took the book and sat down at the table. He casually picked up another corn cake, took small bites while flipping through the book.

Opening the book, Loulan found that the paper used in the book was very white. Although he didn't know when the book was written, judging from the color of the paper, the book shouldn't be that old.

Turning to the first page, a very beautiful regular script in the style of Slender Gold Script caught Loulan's eye:

"Congratulations! You are lucky to become the 1,008th owner of the Dream Farm!

In the entire human world, there will always be only one person who has the good fortune to be the owner of the Dream Farm. There will never be two at the same time.

The history of the Dream Farm far exceeds that of human existence. So don't use human thinking to understand the Dream Farm. Here are three important things you need to know. Please read them carefully and remember them firmly:

Never worry about food. As long as there are crops growing in the fields, there will be food at home.Gradually expand the scale of the farm according to the manual, and you will become very wealthy. Well... wealthier than you can imagine!Warning: From now on, you must spend eight hours in the ranch every day, and the time limit is until midnight every day. If you are not in the ranch all day today, you will be forcibly teleported back at four o'clock in the afternoon, no matter where you are (as the scale of the ranch expands, the mandatory stay time will gradually increase)."

"Wait, what does this third point mean? Can I leave this place?" When Loulan read this, he suddenly shuddered: "This damn place! I don't want to stay here for another minute. I have to leave right away!"

Without bothering to read further, Loulan threw the book aside and rushed out of the room...

Three hours later, Loulan dragged his body, which was as limp as a dead dog, and returned dejectedly: "Liar! All of you are damn liars! There's no way to leave at all."

After drinking the last bit of water in the bottle, Loulan grabbed the last corn cake in the bamboo basket and took a big bite. While chewing, he flipped the "The Rancher's Manual" to the next page. But to his astonishment, there was only one line on this page:

"Collect one thousand jin of corn, and you can exchange for a storage warehouse! (Believe me, this is a very important step. Only after completing it can you be considered a real rancher.)"

"That's it? What kind of instruction manual is this? How can there be just a few lines?" Loulan, still not giving up, continued to flip through the pages. Unfortunately, the pages that followed were all blank, with no words on them at all.

"Right, the wardrobe. There's still a wardrobe over there. There must be something in it!" Loulan dropped the book and rushed to the wardrobe, hoping to find something there.

Opening the wardrobe, Loulan was disappointed again: it was almost empty inside, with only a rainproof coir raincoat and an ancient-style bamboo hat.

"Alright, it seems I was overthinking it. I'd better wash up and go to sleep." Closing the wardrobe door, Loulan found that he was just in front of the dressing mirror, so he took a look at himself.

Having stayed in this strange place for about half a month and just having planted a piece of cornfield, Loulan's appearance was now extremely sloppy: his hair was messy, his face and body were covered with mud, his clothes were dirty and even a bit torn. He didn't look like a rancher at all, but rather a beggar, and the dirtiest kind at that.

"Hmm, I'm still quite handsome!" Loulan shamelessly muttered to himself. At this moment, several lines of text suddenly appeared on the shiny mirror:

"Mood status: Lucky yet skeptical, suggest being happier.

Physical state: Exhausted, suggest going to sleep immediately.

Health status: Slightly affected by athlete's foot and myopia, which are harmless for now; Suffering from congenital cerebrovascular malformation, which is about to endanger your life; Suggestion: Are these minor problems even considered diseases? Believe me, as the owner of the Dream Farm, no diseases or injuries can stay with you overnight!"

"Is this... bragging?" Of course, Loulan knew his own physical condition, so when he saw the last sentence, his first reaction was disbelief. Problems that modern medicine couldn't solve, could an ancient farm have a solution? Besides, his cerebrovascular condition was congenitally deformed, which was even more serious than cancer. Surgery and medicine couldn't cure it at all.

However, then again, this mirror did seem to have some mystery to it. It could even name his disease. It was quite impressive!

"Still, it would be nice if it could really be cured!" Loulan couldn't help thinking to himself. For a seriously ill patient, having the hope of a cure was definitely something to look forward to.

Loulan could hardly remember how he got back to the bed. He was really too tired. However, he could still vaguely feel that just as he was about to fall asleep, the light in the room automatically went out.

That night, Loulan slept very soundly. Only, for some reason, between dreams and wakefulness, he always felt a slight swelling in his head, as if something was crawling inside...