Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm

“What are you staring at, Jiang He?”

Wang Sizhen approached him unhappily, threw his rump on the ground and lit himself a cigarette. After having a few firm puffs, he chuckled bitterly, “Jiang He, don’t you think I’m a little useless?”

He then slammed a fish powerfully into the loose dirt, his body shaking as he seethed through clenched teeth, “All my life, I only ever hoped that I could glide over roofs and walk on walls like the heroes in the TV dramas, to be a hero of justice and kill within ten paces!”

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“I just never imagined that I would awaken a rubber mullet!”

Teary-eyed, he stared at Jiang He and quietly said, “Jiang He, I’m useless!”

“No, you’re not useless!”

It was obvious that Wang Sizhen suffered a heavy blow.

As such, Jiang He decided to console him, since Wnag Sizhen was a childhood friend of ‘his’, which was why he would definitely not let Wang Sizhen remain dispirited.

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And yet…

He was not good at consoling.

After thinking about it for a while, he said, “Awakened like you are just rarer, and you had yet to fully tap into the potential of your rubber mullet. How could you give up already?”

Wang Sizhen appeared thoughtful at that, and there appeared to be hope and expectation towards the future in his eyes now.

That was when someone shouted, “Big Onion, come help…”

Although Wang Sizhen was basically the workers’ boss, everyone was quite familiar with one another. Most who were older than him would just call him by his nickname, whereas those younger would at a ‘Bro’ behind his nickname.

And now, as Wang Sizhen answered the call for help, the worker said, “We need an iron rod inserted at that spot. I’ll hold it up, help me hammer it in.”

Hence, Wang Sizhen picked up a steel hammer and smashed on the iron rod three times, but the hammer that was usually quick slick was somehow uncooperative today.

Cursing inwardly, he threw the steel hammer aside and promptly conjured his rubber mullet, hammering it down on the iron rod with a loud thud.

The iron thud—as thick as an arm—directly sank thirty centimeters in.

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“…”

Back in the yard, Jiang He shrugged.

Was that not quite useful?

Withdrawing his gaze, he continued to study the grave in front of him. It appeared tiny and miserable, since Dumbo and Trumbo were the ones who had dug it and piled the bricks over it.

Moreover, after Jiang He had observed it for hours and saw that nothing happened, he had forgotten about the grave itself.

On the other hand, Dumbo and Trumbo appeared quite wary about the grave, and would pour buckets of water over it every hour. It seems that after they had seen how Jiang He diligently sowed his farm every day, they wanted to share that experience too.

Hence, at some unknown point in time, grass was growing all over the grave and painting it an oily green. But although it resembled leek, it was not actually leek.

And Jiang He could be sure that it was not growing there last night.

Jiang He then glanced at Dumbo, who was lying in the mud and pretending to be a fish, slithering forward while putting its four paws forward. It played around until its whole body was caked with mud, and could not have been more entertained.

On the other hand, Trumbo was sticking to its usual daytime nap schedule.

Its naptime seemed to have extended especially after it had ascended up to rank four, and now was no exception as it laid out beneath the sun and dozed away.

“Come!”

With a quiet bellow, both cat and dog quickly came beneath his feet.

Pointing at the oily green grave, Jiang He asked, “Talk. What did the two of you do to this grave?”

Beneath the grave was the corpse of the water-type Awakened Sky Demon Cultist. Jiang He’s original intention was to attempt growing him, but he had failed because his farm’s level was too low. Still, considering that Dumbo had already buried the corpse, it was too troublesome to dig it out, so Jiang He was not bothered about it after that.

And now, both Dumbo and Trumbo shook their heads.

After shaking its head, Dumbo went to sniff at the meter-long grass above the grave, and then…

It plucked one straw of the grass and tasted it.

Eh?

Dumbo’s eyes sparkled then.

Wasn’t it a little tasty?

He therefore plucked out more clumps of grass and chomped down mouthfuls of it.

Trumbo’s round eyes were filled with curiosity, so it clawed out one blade and started chewing as well.

As cat and dog tucked in, Jiang He could not help gulping a mouthful of saliva… he was actually feeling a little hungry right then.

“Forget it!”

‘I would not eat that even if it’s some exotic delicacy, let alone grass!’ Jiang He thought.

How could he eat something growing out of a grave?

Hence, in the time that he finished one of his 18cm carrots, the cat and the dog had already weeded out all the grave grass, devouring even their roots.

Oom!

That was when a special surge of energy appeared over Dumbo and Trumbo’s body, before vanishing in a flash.

Jiang He appeared stunned and exclaimed in surprise, “What was that… the energy signature just now felt like an awakening of superpowers…”

That was when he saw Dumbo baring its teeth at him.

Swoosh—

A jet stream of water shot out.

At the same time, with a shrill mewing, Trumbo opened its mouth and breathed little bubbles.

“…”

Jiang He’s eyes turned round in surprise as he muttered, “Water-type superpowers? They had already awakened, but obtained new superpowers thanks to those clumps of grass?”

While Awakened was not limited to one superpower, those who possessed two or more were extremely rare.

To think that his own pets would reach that level.

“The Awakened had a water-type superpower, so anyone who ate the grass growing out of his grave would gain his powers?”

“Then, what about fire-type or thunder-types? What would grow as a result?”

Jiang He pondered on that question, but soon sighed miserably, saying, “Damn it, if I knew this would happen, I should have kept all the corpses of the Sky Demon Cult’s superhumans, and I just might have grown a few more powers.”

Even though at level 3, his farm could not grow Ferals, martial artists, or Awakened beyond above rank-three, however… he could still cultivate their powers with this method.

“There might be certain restrictions too, but I’ll have to find out the specifics for myself.”

Jiang He’s did not have more superhuman corpses at the moment, so he had to hold on to the idea.

Later, he went out to buy a pack of cabbage seeds near the entrance of the village.

It was now the middle of September. Soon, it would be the season of salted veggies for the farming villages of Xibei. Jiang He himself was about to plant some vegetables which he could marinade himself later.

After planting the cabbages, Jiang He began to focus on the mansion.

The building itself was nearing completion, and what was left is wiring and piping, installing doors, windows and curtains. In the end, he would furnish it, purchasing some luxurious furniture, and then move in formally.

Still, that would take at least a month.

Eventually, in the afternoon of the fifteenth of September, three whole weeks since Jiang He had transmigrated on the twenty-fourth of August, Jiang He, who had been napping in his sports car for three whole weeks was jolted awake as a System Notification resounded in his mind.

[Ding!]

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