How Can a Woman Have Fun in Farming?

He is not being led by the nose by Lu Yuan like Emilia.

"It's actually the first time I haven't been in love, can you believe it?"

Lu Yuan's face was full of seriousness.

Parker tilted the cat's head and turned to look at Emilia.

Parker: "Emilia, can I hit him?"

Parker showed a cute smile to his daughter.

Emilia: "No."

The silver-haired girl shook her head and looked at Parker suspiciously.

Emilia: "Parker, why did you suddenly want to beat Lu Yuan again?"

She seemed to believe what Lu Yuan said just now, and then she was always inexplicably happy.

Seeing his daughter's deceitful appearance, Parker felt inexplicably tired.

Parker: "Lu Yuan, we privately..."

Before Parker finished speaking, he was stopped by himself.

Someone was walking towards them.

Turning around slowly, his cute kitten showed some disgust on his face.

And everyone around looked at Parker's movements, and subconsciously looked in a certain direction.

……

"Hello."

Brown coat, black beard, hair quite messy.

There are still snowflakes and dust on the clothes.

The visitor bowed his head and greeted several people.

About 40 years old, with a knife-like face, full of dust and helplessness.

He is the owner of the only shop in the town.

He is also the only person in the whole town who is willing to help Emilia.

Before Lu Yuan arrived, the food that Emilia ate was provided by the other party.

Even the pair of cloth shoes under Emilia's feet were given by the other party after they noticed Emilia's broken shoes.

The silver-haired half-elf looked at each other with a certain apprehension and caution on his face.

Because it can be seen from the expression of the other party that the next words may not meet expectations.

Sure enough, after saying hello.

The store owner turned his attention to Emilia.

Guilt is palpable.

But in the end, the middle-aged man lowered his head slightly and did not meet Emilia's eyes.

He directly bent his waist to the bottom.

"sorry."

The powerlessness in the words overflowed.

"May I ask you to leave?"

He lowered his head, ignoring the others, and just aimed at a certain silver-haired half-elf.

End of this chapter

Half an hour ago, the owner of the shop was approached by someone.

This is to be expected.

Because he always handles matters related to the witch.

"If this goes on like this, life will definitely not go on."

"The caravan is coming soon."

"If you can't change food, you won't be able to survive this winter."

"The wife is just pregnant, and the prey is not enough."

"We'll pay."

"Only you dare to face the witch."

The townspeople, fearful and repelling the witch, opened their mouths to him one after another.

And he could only nod indifferently to the customers who kept coming.

as they say.

In the whole town, he is the only person who dares to contact and talk to the 'Witch'.

And every time he talks to the witch, he always keeps the other party from coming for a long time.

No one would have thought about it.

The silver-haired, purple-eyed, long-eared witch came carefully every time in exchange for food.

No one will ever think of it.

The reason why the shop owner has the courage to face the witch.

Not because of courage and ability.

But he knows that the witch is kind.

Yes.

The witch is kind, so the villagers have the possibility to drive away the witch.

The witch is kind, so she will leave silently after knowing that she will bring disaster.

"If Ai'er had been alive, she would probably be this old."

Sitting quietly alone for a while, recalling the girl like a daughter.

It is precisely because of subconsciously substituting the feelings for his dead daughter into Emilia that the shop owner jumped out of his original prejudice.

The pipe emitting faint white smoke was thrown aside by him.

There is no one in the shop anymore, because the promise has already been made.

"Really, a world where people don't know what's going on."

Said it with a sigh.

Facing the wind and snow, the shop owner put on a brown coat and walked out of the gate.

……

Everything in the world is always upside down, making people feel a little at a loss for what to say.

If the witch is rude and arrogant.

The townspeople are probably more polite and careful in their treatment.

If the witch is violent and bloodthirsty.

The townspeople have probably regarded her as a demon god and worshiped her every day, offering sacrifices.

But unfortunately, the witch is kind.

……

Time returns to the present.

There was a kind of silence in the arena.

The silver-haired girl looked at the stooping shop owner, and gently pulled Lu Yuan's sleeve.

There was a little worry in the cyanotic eyes.

She wants to get out of here.

The girl lowered her head and did not want to embarrass her former helper, let alone Lu Yuan's conflict with him for her.

Everyone is afraid of the terrible she is a matter of course.

Although there is no memory in her mind, Emilia still seems to remember in her subconscious mind that she did a terrible and terrible thing.

Here, at this point in time.

No one did anything wrong.

The townspeople just want to live in peace of mind.

And Emilia just wants to communicate with everyone normally.

There is no reason for the townspeople to take the risk of possible disaster for the sake of Emilia, a stranger.

It is also impossible for the kind Emilia to let others hurt for herself because she wants to communicate with everyone.

and so--

"Then let's go."

Put your palms together with a bang.

Lu Yuan looked at the shop owner and said this sentence instead of Emilia.

The quiet atmosphere was instantly broken by this soft sound.

Lu Yuan even took two steps forward and directly lifted the opponent up.

"I just made a new discovery. I, Emilia, and Parker, of course have to go back to retreat and study now."