Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm Chapter 80: Don't Dream Of Seeing My Daughter Ever Again!

Chapter 80: Don’t Dream Of Seeing My Daughter Ever Again!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As Jiang He stepped out of the yard with half an eggplant, he could not help chuckling when he saw w.a.n.g Siyu’s reaction. “Blus.h.i.+ng so hard? Could you be having dirty thoughts about my big eggplant?”

“Bleh!”

w.a.n.g Siyu spat, but did not answer Jiang He.

However, even as she glanced at the eggplant in his hand with the corner of her eye, her mind drifted back to university days for some reason, when she and her dormmate had a conversation about certain unusual experiences and tools.

Hence, she blushed even harder.

After a few more teases, Jiang He’s eyes s.h.i.+fted and he exclaimed in surprise, “Your qi is much stronger now... could you be cultivating too?”

“Yeah.”

w.a.n.g Siyu nodded. “Mind-reading is a support-type superpower that doesn’t really strengthen individual ability, which is why I’m training in martial arts as well, hoping that I could protect myself. ”

The both of them then held an idle conversation when w.a.n.g Siyu’s tone changed and she said, “Jiang He, I’ve received word that we are supposed to move our farm too.”

“Eh?”

“Orders from above is to build Lingzhou city into a city base, with a perimeter of high-voltage fences set up around it five kilometers away. The military would set up a garrison here to strengthen defenses, which is why everyone from every village and towns nearby would be moved to the city.”

That concept was often mentioned in novels.

Moreover, a five-kilometer distance to the outer perimeter would be enough to settle in everyone from the towns and villages nearby, which would reduce civilian casualties as much as possible.

Jiang He’s eyes twinkled then as he thought, ‘If all of Jinyintan Village is moved, I could buy my neighbors’ houses and plant more stuff...”

Then, w.a.n.g Siyu talked about the state of foreign countries.

With the revival of qi on full drive, more and more countries were suffering the a.s.sault of hordes of Ferals. Still, landlocked nations fared better, whereas every coastal country had been affected severely with countless casualties, even wiped out.

“Oh, right, how is the island nation now?”

Jiang He suddenly remembered the news he read about last time and asked, “The last time I read about it on the web, the island nation suffered a Feral onslaught and was sunk entirely. Was it completely wiped off the map?”

w.a.n.g Siyu shook her head.

Jiang He appeared disappointed and sighed, “What a shame...”

w.a.n.g Siyu couldn’t help giggling, and became a little distracted as she stared at Jiang He’s side profile. Still, she soon recovered and quietly said, “The Nine-Headed Serpent, the Supreme Ruler of the Pacific was the one that attacked the island nation. It is known to be one of the most powerful King Ferals and the island nation could not stop it. In the end, it was one of our country’s elite who took action to save the island nation’s citizens.”

Jiang He was a little speechless at that.

Did the elites of our country... have that much free time?

Our own country is not out of the woods yet, and they would go to help the island nation?

Then, he asked, “The Nine-Headed Serpent, the Supreme Ruler of the Pacific, ... does it really have nine heads?”

“Yes.”

It turns out that w.a.n.g Siyu actually knew much about that topic. “It does have nine heads, and according to the Martial Arts Department (MAD)’s data, it evolved from an extinct species of snake called the t.i.tan.o.boa, and was almost a thousand meters long—three times the height of the Eiffel Tower.”

Gasp!

Jiang He inhaled sharply.

A thousand meters?

That huge?

“A thousand meters and nine heads,” he muttered, “I would never finish eating it if I did kill it.”

Huh?

w.a.n.g Siyu’s eyes widened, wondering if she had heard wrong.

Eat?

Jiang He was actually thinking about eating the Nine-Headed Serpent?

Nonetheless, Jiang He continued with a smile, “Does the MAD have more inside information about powerful Ferals?”

“We should, since such things aren’t really top-secret. I last heard that it had been uploaded to the forum called Warrior Home, providing martial artists and Awakened with certain knowledge.”

“Warrior Home?”

Jiang He said. “I’ve heard that the MAD is working with the government to build an online forum, so it’s already live?”

“It’s in a test phase now, and would be formally online by the first of October.”

After that, they had a long chat.

It was only when w.a.n.g Zhong came looking for w.a.n.g Siyu with a long face that she jumped in surprise like a little rabbit, saying, “I almost forgot I was still cooking porridge back home, Jiang He.”

She scampered off.

“...”

Jiang He was a little speechless.

Cooking porridge?

We were chatting for almost two hours. If you really were cooking porridge, it would just be smudge now—why run?

By the next moment, however, he was smiling and greeting w.a.n.g Zhong at the gates, “Chief w.a.n.g, what brought you here? Please, come in.”

As a matter of fact, w.a.n.g Zhong acknowledged Jiang He inside...

Still, it was hard for him to be immediately accepting upon seeing the brat with his baby girl.

Clasping his hands behind him as he entered Jiang He’s yard, he studied the newly built mansion and could not help breathing a long sigh. “What a shame, such a nice mansion...”

“What’s a shame?”

Jiang He asked in confusion, only for w.a.n.g Zhong to say, “I’ve just returned from a conference in the city. It’s been decided that we would move the village by month’s end—wouldn’t your mansion be a waste then?”

“Month’s end? That quick?”

Jiang He exclaimed, taken aback. “Didn’t the higher-ups issue the orders only recently? Is the new residential area already constructed?”

Now that the country had made the revival of qi fully public, w.a.n.g Zhong had learned much, saying, “Yes, the orders are recent, but the construction of the new residences is not. Over ten residential zones were built around Lingzhou City and nine were complete, and the first relocations would start near the end of the month, our village included. I would be calling for a meeting soon, informing everyone in the village about the matter.”

Jiang He curled his lip, looking as if he was fine about it.

Relocation?

No way!

Is my mansion not good enough?

What would happen to my farm If I really moved away? I can’t keep driving to and from this farm that’s over ten km away—how inconvenient is that?

Suddenly, his eyes moved and he caught w.a.n.g Zhong by the arm, grinning, “Could we hold a discussion with my neighbors, Chief w.a.n.g? I’m thinking about buying the land lots around mine if the village is really being evacuated.”

“You rascal,” w.a.n.g Zhong barked angrily, “You’re moving anyway. Why throw away your money?”

“I’m going to clear them and used it for my farm!”

Jiang He said truthfully. “I myself like to tinker around with these lands to research new crops.”

“You’re not moving?”

“Nope!”

“You... You...”

w.a.n.g Zhong abruptly threw up his hands and cursed through clenched teeth, “It’s not just us. Every nearby village would all have to move, and after that, any location more than five kilometers away from Lingzhou City would be categorized as wildlands. I know you’re a martial artist and a powerful one at that, but you would never see my daughter again if you don’t move house!”

He then stormed off, leaving Jiang He completely confused.

“What is Chief w.a.n.g even saying?

“Is he having brain problems?

“Does my moving house even have anything to do with your daughter?”

Just as Jiang He was about to take a coal-baked eggplant and eat it, a black MPV arrived outside his gates.

A nerdy woman, in full business attire and black-rimmed gla.s.ses stepped out of the vehicle.

“Is this Mister Jiang He’s residence?”