69 Smallville: There is no place for buckets
77.
Today is a sunny day.
Selina smelled the unique scent of a sunny day in the air. She shook her black tail and was about to do a cat stretch when the farm time turned to six o'clock on time.
"Meow!"
The farmer rose from his bed and accurately caught Selina, who was thrown into the air by the strong wind, and received a loving paw from her!
"Good morning, Selena!" Aria greeted cheerfully. "Happy summer!"
After placing the kitten safely on the ground and taking photos to send to the group, Aria ran to the kitchen and drank a cup of triple espresso, and started moving quickly under the effect of the acceleration buff.
Of all the seasons in Stardew Valley, farmers love summer the most.
These were days of vibrant vitality, with the entire farm operating at unprecedented speed. Most of her infrastructure was built with the funding from winemaking.
The sober farmer quickly sorted the things in his backpack.
The daggers and swords found in the Owl's Nest were tested to see if they could be put into the recycling machine. After confirming that they could, the farmer simply built a box next to the recycling machine. The loot from the mines had their own storage location, and Aria built several separate boxes in the room for them.
Although she has long passed the stage of believing the rumor that boxes left outside will be stolen by villagers, the farmer still has some of her own insistence on the materials she has worked so hard to produce - she likes to put precious things where they can be seen, so that she can easily organize them in time.
After clearing his backpack, the farmer went out at 6:20.
According to her plan, she usually checks the mailbox and then goes to the barn. Before automatic petting machines, farmers usually had to pet these lovely animals manually to keep them in a good mood.
But it seems that there really was a letter today.
Aria opened the small door of the iron mailbox and saw a letter lying inside - she reached out and took it out. Strangely, the envelope was still covered in dust, so she had to shake it before opening it.
It's Clark.
Aria:
Please excuse the long delay in your promised letter.
Life here is packed and bustling, with new sights and stories waiting to be recorded every day—sometimes before I even have time to write about someone, their fate has quietly changed. Sometimes, with just a moment's wait, the truth slips through my fingers. Everything happens so quickly. So I try to avoid wasting time on trivial matters so I can record more and let the world know the truth about what's happening here.
The warlord declined our interview, which was not surprising, and my colleague was somewhat frustrated. I could only console myself by saying that dealing with these people is like a battle against time, and their attitude often depends on which side the scales of war are tilting. The only thing to do now is to wait and see.
Those cave radishes—that's what they're called—you sent us—provided us with a great deal of help during these anxious and tense times. The food supply here is extremely precarious. I once met Superman, who brought us a large portion of the provisions… However, once he left, the warlords seized the food from the common people, and rats were always the first to jump onto the granary… Superman isn't omnipotent. At least here, his mission failed, and the help he provided was only a drop in the bucket.
We gave the radishes and other food to those who needed it more - as a reporter, it seems there is little I can do in this situation, but I have always had an idea that may be able to change the current situation - but I will tell you when I do it.
I write this not to complain, but with deep hope that with more kindhearted people, Doctors Without Borders and volunteers, all acting with the same conviction and striving to protect the innocent victims of war, everything will be fine.
The sky here tonight is stained a dark crimson by the gunfire, and not even the stars can gleam through the smoke. If you have clear skies where you are, please say hello to the stars of Smallville for me this evening.
—Clark Kent]
It didn't take much imagination for the farmer to picture Clark writing the letter in his mind - the place where he wrote the letter must be a little small for someone of his size, and he might have to discuss with his colleagues about taking turns using it, but he must have felt stable and fulfilled.
It's like a farmer harvesting his first crop.
…
Today is the first day of summer and the planting areas need to be recultivated.
After hard work, Aria plowed out a part of the land. Then she checked the time, went to the stable to get Li Bao, and rode it towards the town.
The main task today is to obtain the ancient seeds and its recipe. The wine brewed from this unique fruit is of high value and is basically a must-have item for all farmers who make wine.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the sun outside seemed less intense after leaving the farm. The farmer rode his chestnut scooter straight to Smallville Elementary School, with a clear goal in mind. Originally, there had been no museum there, but the farmer's arrival and the initial donation of supplies helped to establish this part-science, part-exhibition space for the children.
Nine o'clock is the time when the museum opens, and it is also the time for the little carrot heads to go to school. Although the number of little carrot heads in Smallville is as dwindling as that in Pelican Town, compared with the original game where there is no teacher and education depends entirely on Penny, Smallville has taken a big step forward.
Because the farmer donated several antiques and minerals to the museum, in the eyes of the little kids, she seemed to have evolved from a "farmer" to a "treasure hunter". I don't know who discovered her first, but the kids all put their heads against the window, and some of their little faces were pressed against the glass, making funny expressions.
"Aria!" "Yaya!"
The farmer paused, and even though she was in a hurry, she still stopped to greet the little guys.
Still wearing her classic farmer's outfit, she tilted her straw hat slightly upwards as she greeted him with a beaming smile: "Good morning!"
The carrot heads responded to her with a tacit agreement: "Good morning!!!"
The farmer pushed open the door of the library.
Based on previous rules, newly developed museums must also be given some kind of replacement rules. Aria placed the ancient seeds on the display case when a notification sounded in her ears.
Ms. Siwann was still teaching the children. The farmer walked to the lending desk quite skillfully and took out the ancient seeds that had just been replaced and a piece of parchment with a recipe written on it from the drawer.
Burn the recipe after reading.
Aria walked out of the library humming a busy hopsong; she had other tasks in town.
…
The grocery store was quite deserted at this time of day; after all, not everyone was running around town like the farmers so early in the morning. Old Joe had been fiddling with the leaves on the counter, bored. Seeing her, he looked up with some joy. "Good morning, Aria! What goodies are you selling today?"
He liked Aria and her farm. She bought things here, and the farm also sold him things produced by her. The goods in the store were often the first to sell out. Of course, the most important thing was that the farmer had the same simple and down-to-earth attitude as the town of Smallville.
Seeing that it was her, Old Joe waved his hand and poured her a cup of sweet tea.
Fresh mint leaves swirled in the cup, along with a few cubes of ice. The farmer put down some of the crops he was going to sell, took the cup, and smiled sweetly, "I'm here to buy some seeds."
"Are you going to try new crops again?" The farmer's planting method is not very common in Smallville or even Kansas. People here usually only grow two or three crops on a large scale, but the new farmer seems to have an almost obsessive collecting habit, and wants to get some of every plant seed sold.
"Yes!" The farmer looked particularly happy today.
"I want blueberries, melons, peppers, poppies..." She recited a long list of seeds like announcing a dish, and put the emphasis on the last one: "Of course, the most important thing is hops seeds!"
"Are you going to start brewing wine?" Although this place has historically been a very strict prohibition zone for alcohol, it has not stopped the local people from loving alcoholic products. When it comes to brewing wine, everyone has something to talk about.
However, the boss hadn't expected the farmer to develop her own brewing business. He assumed she was just brewing for herself. As he handed her a handful of hop seeds, he fantasized about passing on some of his brewing experience to the farmer: "Any questions about brewing, feel free to ask me! I thoroughly researched professional books before doing this!"
Although he didn't know what technical barriers there would be to winemaking, the farmer still nodded out of courtesy.
As Aria walked out of the grocery store, she couldn't help but think about the second question.
Where should her keg be placed?
She had placed some on the farm before, but if she went brewing, even the expanded farm space was obviously insufficient. She had placed barrels in Pelican Town in other files, but now...
The farmer stood in the square of Smallville holding Li Bao's hand. Everyone in the town was doing their own thing. Life was as peaceful and fulfilling as ever, and everything seemed so beautiful.
Provided they don’t move around!
If the NPCs in the past were doing periodic exercises and had a fixed schedule, in the current version everyone has completely let themselves go, making it difficult for farmers to summarize their itineraries.
In this case, if you place a small barrel randomly to block the NPC's route, the barrel will be kicked and broken!
The farmer took Libao for a walk around the town. Just as she found a corner to put down the bucket, someone called her and walked towards Aria.
Recalling the unpleasant memories of the NPC kicking a series of barrels in the past, the farmer took out his pickaxe and urgently withdrew the barrels.
"Susan!" The farmer breathed a sigh of relief after taking back the bucket. "Are you working?"
"Yeah, I'm going to help fix the roof today," Susan said, carrying a paint bucket. Ever since she helped the farmer build the barn, more and more people have needed her carpentry work—it feels pretty good. However, when she saw Aria's hesitant expression, the enthusiastic Aunt Susan put her work aside.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked.
"I want to make wine," Aria said honestly. Li Bao snorted softly, resting his large head on the farmer's shoulder and chewing her hair quite naturally. "But the land outside the farm has other plans..." It was too dangerous to leave it in town.
"That's easy!" What kind of question was that? Susan laughed, "I can help build a basement!"
"Doesn't brewing wine require a dark and enclosed environment? A basement will do. If you don't have enough money now, you can always pay later when you have more!"
etc.
Dark, enclosed, and deserted. A ready-made answer practically leaped out at the farmer.
She could borrow space from the Court of Owls!
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The simple farmer is thinking about how to illegally occupy land
The simple farmer looked at the Court of Owls
Court: Don’t come over here!
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