Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

All the calls were from Zhao Xiaowen, and seeing those missed calls warmed Lin Chen’s heart.

Just as he was wondering whether to call back, another call came in.

Lin Chen had just answered the call when he heard Zhao Xiaowen’s anxious voice on the other end, "Lin Chen, where are you? Nothing happened to you, right?"

"Xiaowen, I’m already back in the village. I was just busy and forgot to call you." Lin Chen said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Hearing that Lin Chen was okay, Zhao Xiaowen finally breathed a sigh of relief, but her voice immediately turned cold, "You jerk, you don’t call me when you’re fine, do you know how worried I was for you? If you hadn’t called me back, I was about to call the police."

Even though Xiaowen was scolding him, Lin Chen’s heart was sweet, "Xiaowen, I know I was wrong, don’t be mad."

"Wrong? What are you wrong about, are we that close?" Xiaowen’s anger still hadn’t subsided on the phone.

"Xiaowen, I really realize the seriousness of my mistake. To atone, I’ve prepared a new beauty cream for you that moisturizes the skin and clears acne." Lin Chen was very sincere in his confession, even offering up his newly developed product.

"Hmph, I’ll let you off this time. Bring me that beauty cream first thing tomorrow morning!" Zhao Xiaowen’s face would occasionally break out with a few pimples, which was unbearable for someone as beauty-conscious as her.

Initially, she wanted to give Lin Chen a piece of her mind, but upon hearing about his acne-clearing beauty cream, Zhao Xiaowen couldn’t care less about that anymore.

The scar removal cream that Lin Chen had formulated for her a few days ago worked remarkably well, so she was full of expectation for this acne-clearing beauty cream.

Ah, women are indeed fickle creatures, quick to flare up and quick to calm down, Lin Chen mused as he hung up the phone.

However, he was a bit happy inside because Zhao Xiaowen had started to care about him, and that was a good start.

Lin Chen had developed two more medicines the previous night, one was the acne-clearing beauty cream, and the other was the weight loss drug that Liu Yan had asked for.

Wondering whether the weight loss drug would work, Lin Chen fiddled with the medicine bottle in his hand.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he went to the kitchen, took a piece of meat, mixed the weight loss drug into it, and left the house.

The night was dark and windy, perfect for mischief. Lin Chen quietly approached Wu Bin’s courtyard wall.

Wu Bin had a fierce Tibetan Mastiff, large and very vicious.

Not long ago, while Wu Bin was walking the dog, this Tibetan Mastiff had bitten a child in the village, even tearing a chunk of flesh from the child’s leg.

This incident had already caused public outrage in the village, and the villagers loathed this wicked dog, but Wu Bin relied on his connections, and the matter was resolved with some compensation.

Every day, he would still swagger around with that vicious dog, to the extent that whenever he walked the dog, the village children would all hide back in their homes.

Lin Chen climbed up the wall and saw the Tibetan Mastiff lying in the courtyard.

Every night, Wu Bin would let the Tibetan Mastiff roam the courtyard to guard the house and protect the property.

Seemingly hearing a noise, the Tibetan Mastiff perked up its ears and stood alertly.

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Chen tossed the piece of meat into the courtyard.

"Plop!"

The piece of meat fell in front of the Tibetan Mastiff, which recoiled in fright, then approached, sniffed, and apparently liking the smell, started to wolf it down.

Watching the Tibetan Mastiff eat the entire piece of meat, Lin Chen then left reassured.

At six in the morning, Lin Chen was sleeping soundly when suddenly a grating voice from the system rang in his mind.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, host, it’s time to get up, time to get up."

"Damn, it’s only six o’clock, let me sleep a bit more."

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, host, if you don’t get up on time, there will be penalties."

"Penalize then!" Lin Chen pretended to be a pig not afraid of boiling water.

"Ding-dong! According to system settings, the penalty for sleeping in is..."

"Plop!" Lin Chen immediately flipped out of bed.

"System, you’re too harsh." Lin Chen was almost scared.

"Sorry, it’s set by the system, I can’t do anything about it."

"System, I’ll remember this."

Fully awake, Lin Chen carried a basket filled with herbs, walking gloomily on the countryside path.

Thinking of the bitter past, Lin Chen’s heart was filled with tears, missing the warm bed and that dream.

After practicing some punches in the forest and picking some herbs, Lin Chen finally headed back to the village.

Approaching the village, passing by Wu Bin’s house, he suddenly saw a crowd gathered at the gate.

At that moment, Wu Bin was jumping up and down, cursing, "Which bastard is so vile to swap our Lucky with a dog that’s almost starved to death?"

Lin Chen squeezed into the crowd and was stunned, "This drug is too potent."

The giant Tibetan Mastiff from yesterday was now thin as a rail, turning into a skinny dog.

The Tibetan Mastiff was also feeling wronged, "Master, I am Lucky!"

Wu Bin kicked the Tibetan Mastiff aside, sobbing, "Get lost, you dead dog, Lucky, where are you..."

"Nowadays, dog thieves are getting bold..."

"But this dog thief is strange, why steal and then throw a skinny dog onto someone’s property?"

"You don’t understand, wait until you fatten it up then they’ll steal it again," analyzed someone who seemed to know the ropes.

The poor Lucky kept barking, but nobody believed it was the once formidable Lucky except for Lin Chen.

"Hmm, looks like the drug works well." Lin Chen squeezed out of the crowd, very satisfied with the effects of the weight loss drug.

The surrounding beetles had all been wiped out by Lin Chen’s insecticide, so the income from selling insecticide was gone.

It seemed it was time to figure out how to expand the tea and weight loss drug sales, Lin Chen mused as he walked along.