Word Spirit Farming System

Stupid as ever.

Not long after Cheng Yun finished speaking, his body gradually began to weaken and lose strength. He lay straight back on the bed, feeling his body becoming limp and powerless.

However, apart from the physical discomfort, he had no issues with his mental state. Cheng Yun strained to turn his head, wanting to see if Yang Hongjin had any changes.

Yang Hongjin’s brow lightly furrowed, and he murmured in his throat. Just as Cheng Yun thought he was about to wake up, he saw Yang Hongjin’s brow relax, and he turned his head and fell back asleep.

Cheng Yun couldn’t express his current mood. He urgently wanted to know the effectiveness of the Word Spirit, but at the same time, he was relieved that the idiot hadn’t awakened immediately and discovered the issue with him.

The matter of him being able to use the Word Spirit would eventually be discovered as Yang Hongjin gradually recovered. However, Cheng Yun wasn’t prepared yet to let this fool know about his difference from ordinary people, nor was he ready to confess the truth about not being the real ‘Cheng Yun’.

He closed his eyes, feeling relieved after completing this matter. Following that was an overwhelming fatigue that engulfed him, and as he continued thinking about things, he fell into a deep sleep.

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“Wife, wife.”

Yang Hongjin’s voice reached his ears, and Cheng Yun furrowed his brow, feeling a warm sensation on his face.

He opened his eyes and saw Yang Hongjin’s face enlarged before him. Cheng Yun pushed him away with one hand, but the next moment, the idiot approached again, excitedly calling out “wife.”

“What…?” Cheng Yun started to say, but suddenly he remembered something and sat up straight from the bed.

He held Yang Hongjin’s head and looked left and right. The fool was smiling brightly, seemingly no different from before.

Cheng Yun’s heart sank a little, but he didn’t want to give up easily. He didn’t know the effect of the special crop, and he could only speculate its efficacy based on the name. It wasn’t easy to determine if it targeted the right symptoms. However, having used the Word Spirit twice before, he knew its effectiveness well.

Moreover, this time, in order to help Yang Hongjin recover faster, he even used more extreme wording, such as ‘instantly’ and ‘exceptionally’. These words would intensify the backlash on his body, although the backlash was only 10% less effective compared to the previous two times, it didn’t differ much.

However, with only 20% efficacy, it was difficult to discern its effects. Cheng Yun could only verify bit by bit. “Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” He recalled Yang Hongjin’s appearance after the application of the Word Spirit last night and continued, “Does your head hurt? Or is there anything different?”

Yang Hongjin shook his head, still wearing a joyful expression. “Not uncomfortable. No pain anywhere. Everything’s the same!”

Cheng Yun: “…” Well, why does he seem even dumber than before?

Cheng Yun simply couldn’t believe that even using the Word Spirit had failed. He began to question life. Could it be that this congenital condition couldn’t be cured no matter how much external interference there was?

He slumped his shoulders and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, contemplating life.

Yang Hongjin widened his eyes, reached over, and tapped him. He embraced Cheng Yun’s waist, lifting him up. “Wife, it’s dawn. Let’s get up.”

Cheng Yun blinked and met his gaze. Two seconds later, he suddenly raised both hands and gave patted Yang Hongjin’s face, followed by a gentle rubbing.

“Why can’t you be good?” Cheng Yun furrowed his brow, filled with regret.

But he was only regretting by himself. He knew that this matter wasn’t Yang Hongjin’s fault. After rubbing his face, seeing the redness, he lightly caressed it, asking if it hurt.

Yang Hongjin shook his head, then nodded after a moment, saying in a pitiful manner, “It hurts a little.”

Cheng Yun felt distressed upon hearing that. He leaned closer and rubbed his face against Yang Hongjin’s, expressing his apology. “I’m sorry, wife was wrong.”

Yang Hongjin felt sweet in his heart. He hugged Cheng Yun tightly, burying his face in his shoulder and took a deep breath. Then he relaxed and let go when both of their stomachs growled. They got up together and went to wash up and prepare breakfast.

Cheng Yun felt listless the whole morning. He didn’t know if it was the lingering effect of the backlash from yesterday or the blow of the Word Spirit’s failure, but he remained sluggish. Even during the afternoon when they were harvesting crops, he leaned on Yang Hongjin, asking him to collect the vegetables and give out the money. His absent-minded appearance worried the people who came to sell vegetables.

“What’s wrong with Cheng-Ge’er? Are you feeling unwell?”

“The weather has started to cool down. Cheng-Ge’er, make sure to wear enough clothes.”

“Yang Hongjin, you should take good care of your wife. He’s working too hard. You should be considerate. Earn more money to support the family and relieve some burden for your wife.”

Cheng Yun felt warmth in his heart upon hearing their words, but he still couldn’t muster up any energy. He could only smile and express his gratitude to them.

Those people finished selling vegetables and had nothing to do, so they stood there chatting. Several people discussed the weather and cooking while constantly analyzing Cheng Yun’s condition and wondering what was going on. Suddenly, someone blurted out, “Could it be that Cheng-Ge’er is pregnant?”

The atmosphere around them froze for a second, and then someone nearby awkwardly laughed and said, “Y-yes, it’s possible,” while nudging the person next to them with their elbow and exchanging glances. Then they quickly changed the topic, saying, “I have a relative who felt unwell before and thought she was pregnant. After going through a lot of trouble, she realized it was just a stomachache caused by eating something bad. Ah, this weather is really torturous…”

Cheng Yun blinked, thinking that the topic had jumped too quickly. After a while, he finally understood their meaning from their awkward interaction.

Cheng Yun’s face was full of embarrassment. He was afraid that these people were avoiding the topic of his low fertility. As a modern man who had transmigrated, he had only been slightly conscious of it when he first arrived. He had never even considered the possibility of himself being able to have children.

Not to mention that nothing had happened between him and Yang Hongjin yet…

Cheng Yun looked at Yang Hongjin stealthily and coincidentally caught him looking at him. Cheng Yun instinctively averted his gaze, his face turning red, as if he had been caught doing something guilty.

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With the upcoming autumn harvest, every family was busy harvesting crops. The number of people coming to sell vegetables at Cheng Yun’s place had decreased, and he was glad to have some relaxation.

During the autumn harvest, families usually worked together. Yang Hongcai had specially come to Cheng Yun’s house to inform him about it.

When Yang Hongcai had helped before, the farming work wasn’t heavy, and only Yang Dashui and Yang Hongcai could handle it. Li Fengjiao and Yang Hongbao stayed at home doing other things to earn some money. But once the autumn harvest arrived, not only Li Fengjiao but even Yang Hongbao had to come and help. So, Yang Hongcai helping with farming couldn’t be concealed.

Cheng Yun didn’t have anything particularly important to do, and their land wasn’t large. So, he thought for a while and decided to let Yang Hongjin accompany him to harvest the crops.

He accompanied them for a day, and although the autumn sun wasn’t as scorching as before, Cheng Yun couldn’t bear staying in the field for long. His hands were blistered, his back ached from bending, and his whole back was sunburned from facing the sun all day. Seeing how efficient Yang Hongjin was, finishing the morning’s work in half the time it would take Cheng Yun, he felt a bit resentful.

During the lunch break, Cheng Yun was too tired to cook, so he steamed a few steamed buns to eat.

Yang Hongjin had noticed Cheng Yun’s injured hand on the way back and frowned with concern. After returning home, he stayed by Cheng Yun’s side, and when he saw Cheng Yun about to light the stove to steam the buns, he quickly took over and started doing it himself.

It wasn’t a complicated task, and Cheng Yun didn’t argue with him. After tending to his injured hand, Yang Hongjin quickly finished making the buns.

Cheng Yun reached out to take them, but Yang Hongjin slapped his hand lightly. Cheng Yun looked at him in shock, and Yang Hongjin furrowed his brows, speaking earnestly, “Wife’s hand hurts, don’t take it.”

Cheng Yun almost burst out laughing from anger. “If I don’t take it, how can I eat?”

Then Yang Hongjin demonstrated how to eat the buns through his actions.

Staring at the bun being brought to his mouth, Cheng Yun was momentarily stunned. Yang Hongjin leaned forward and said, “Wife, eat.”

Cheng Yun: “…”

And so, he awkwardly let Yang Hongjin feed him two buns. When he said he was full, Yang Hongjin’s face showed a hint of disappointment as he quietly finished the remaining buns.

After a few busy days, the work in the fields came to an end. Cheng Yun didn’t know much about farming, but luckily Yang Hongjin had gained experience from working in his own family’s fields, so he was skilled and efficient. After finishing the two-acre plot at home, he could even help out at Yang’s and Cheng’s fields.

With nothing to do at home, Cheng Yun started tinkering with new things.

As the weather gradually turned cooler, Cheng Yun could feel the chill even when sitting at home. Taking advantage of this, Yueqiong Tower introduced new dishes like Kung Pao Chicken and Spicy Fish Head. They even transformed the Spicy Duck Neck into a Sauerkraut jar style, packaging it in bags with the name of Yueqiong Tower printed on them for direct sale.

These menu items and ideas were all provided by Cheng Yun, and he earned quite a bit of money from it. With Yang Hongjin, he went to Nanming City and bought many good things. So these days, while idle at home, he started thinking about new things.

Coincidentally, Liu Wen had plans to open a branch and establish Yueqiong Tower in Nanming City. He asked Cheng Yun for good ideas that could give Yueqiong Tower enough uniqueness to become popular overnight. After some thought, Cheng Yun’s idea focused on hot pot.

During his previous trip to Nanming City, he bought a few new pots, but they were all single pots. Putting some spices in them could make a simple hot pot, but he still needed to figure out how to move away from the traditional large stove and create a dual-flavor pot or a nine-grid pot. He needed to study it carefully.

Just at that moment, Yang Hongjin rushed in from outside, excitement evident on his face as he called out, “Wife!”

Cheng Yun turned to look at him, smiling as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, and asked in a coaxing manner, “What’s wrong? Did something good happen?”

Yang Hongjin nodded and his eyes sparkled. With an expression seeking praise, he said, “I have a great way to make money!”

Cheng Yun was taken aback and asked, “Wha-what?”

Yang Hongjin repeated it again and happily said, “Uncle Sun said if we go to the mountains to hunt wild boars and big birds, we can sell them, and Hongjin can earn money to support his wife!”

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yun’s face darkened.