Farming Games are All About Grinding-Chapter 174 - 167: Dance Teaching at the Bonfire Party

After handing over the [Beginner’s Weak Potion Formula] to Han Qiwu, the little peddler turned around and rode off on his pig.

Without stopping, without hesitation.

In the darkness, he and the pig left Han Qiwu with nothing but the silhouette of a knight’s back.

A pig knight, to be precise.

"Come visit whenever you have time!" Han Qiwu shouted toward the direction they disappeared, humming happily as he packed up his things and headed back.

First, a bit of rest. Once home, he could slowly process all the great loot.

What a good day!

After walking back to Mr. Tang’s side, Han Qiwu plopped down on the grass. All the plotting and negotiating with the little peddler had utterly drained him. He needed a proper rest.

But as soon as he sat down, Tang Qingying pulled him back to his feet.

"The campfire dance is about to start. Do you know how to dance?" Tang Qingying pointed at the large bonfire nearby.

Only then did Han Qiwu notice the towering bonfire rising in the middle of the wheat field he’d cleaned yesterday. Surrounding it were various delicious-looking foods.

"Of course, I know how to tango," Han Qiwu replied confidently.

Tang Qingying’s eyes lit up. "You know how to tango? Can you teach me? I’ve never been to a dance before and don’t know how to dance."

"Ahem, well, I learned it from TV, so I can teach you, but it might not be entirely... professional." Han Qiwu stood up, slightly bent his knees, and made a gesture as if holding an imaginary cane.

"Tango, you see, is all about swaggering as you walk," Han Qiwu explained to Tang Qingying while recalling lines from some show. "Chest out, stomach in, and lift those legs high."

*Thunk*

Han Qiwu struck a pose and began to sing, "The tango—it’s all about swaggerin’, swaggerin’ as you go, three steps with a leap, two turns with a glance, five steps to bend low, six steps to wave your hand, then swagger on again."

Tang Qingying: "???"

Something felt off. This didn’t match the tangos she’d seen before.

"Is this really tango?"

Han Qiwu nodded seriously, "Yep, this is it. Tango’s simple, just strut as you go."

Tang Qingying hesitantly nodded, stepping closer to Han Qiwu and placing a hand on his shoulder.

Han Qiwu, in turn, wrapped his arm around Tang Qingying’s slender waist, taking a deep breath.

She smelled so good.

"Alright, let’s begin then. Remember the mantra, and chant along with me: The tango—it’s all about swaggerin’, swaggerin’ as you go..." Han Qiwu launched into teaching mode.

Their roles had reversed as if he were the teacher now.

Tang Qingying nodded and softly repeated the chant while starting to move her body.

Oddly enough, though the mantra sounded strange, following it made the learning process surprisingly straightforward.

Before long.

Han Qiwu’s flip-flops were covered in shoe prints.

Tang Qingying’s face was burning red with embarrassment. She wasn’t doing it on purpose—her feet just seemed to have a mind of their own at times.

"Maybe I should stop. You can go and dance on your own later," Tang Qingying said apologetically, withdrawing her hand from his shoulder. She didn’t want to hurt him any further.

"No need to stop! I’m not even in pain. You can’t give up halfway when you’re learning something." Han Qiwu grabbed her slender waist firmly, pulling her back into his arms as they resumed dancing.

Truth be told, it really didn’t hurt. His straw hat offered +3 defense, and his chest protector added another +1.

Tang Qingying was so light that even stepping on him felt like nothing.

Besides, with such an enjoyable experience, how could he complain about paying a little price?

It was worth it.

After about half an hour of teaching, Niu Gang cheerfully stepped up to host the campfire party.

The campfire party wasn’t about collecting rewards or competing. Everyone just needed to eat, drink, dance, and have fun—it was that simple.

As the music began to play, Han Qiwu gently led Tang Qingying onto the dance floor, moving to the rhythm.

Under the moonlight, the two glided gracefully across the ground.

Above them, sparks and ash from the campfire danced in the sky, eventually forming a line of words:

Would this world compare to a dream?

——————

"Travel safely, and take care on the road."

"You too."

After a brief exchange, Han Qiwu stood by the roadside, waving as Tang Qingying’s car disappeared into the distance.

Once it was out of sight, he couldn’t wait to jump on his bike.

Time to head home and study all these goodies!

As soon as he got home, Han Qiwu hurried into [Jilei Mountain], ready to check in on Little Red first.

The moment he stepped through the door, he was greeted by the sound of mooing.

A calf, about 1.5 meters tall, slowly walked up to Han Qiwu, rubbing its neck affectionately against him.

Han Qiwu reached out and patted the calf’s head.

"From now on, your name is Little Red."

The calf looked remarkably like a legendary sweating blood horse, with its whole body a fiery red hue. Even its small horns were dark red, making it quite striking.

"Moo, moo, moo!"

Seeing Little Red’s reaction, Han Qiwu nodded in satisfaction. It seemed the name was to her liking.

But then Little Red glanced up at Han Qiwu, suddenly charged toward the feed trough, and kicked it with her leg forcefully.

Feed me already! Stop dawdling.

Han Qiwu: "..."

He could almost sense the anger in her eyes.

This isn’t fair! It’s not like I’m a matador. Just because you have red hooves doesn’t mean you need to lose your temper!

"It’s so late already; the feed store must be closed. How about you endure it for tonight, and I’ll get your feed tomorrow?" Han Qiwu tried to console Little Red, then quickly made his escape.

One night without food shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

After all, he’d heard that cows can regurgitate their cud. Surely that’d keep her going for now.

He hadn’t expected the little peddler to sell cows, of all things!

With time to spare, Han Qiwu grabbed his hoe and started tilling the backyard.

A hundred strawberry seeds.

How long would it take to plant all these?

Buying seeds felt great at the moment, but sowing them was backbreaking work.

Taking out the strawberry seeds, Han Qiwu checked their attributes first.

[Strawberry Seeds: Plant in spring, mature in 24 days, yield new strawberries every 12 days thereafter]

Like green beans, strawberries could be harvested multiple times.

"They take 24 days to mature and produce a new batch every 12 days, so with 61 days left in spring, I could reap four harvests of strawberries." Han Qiwu quickly did the math based on the seed attributes.

One planting, four harvests—seemed promising!

"Strawberries, strawberries..."

He muttered to himself for a bit, then suddenly realized: weren’t strawberries considered a crop with "grass" in its name?

He recalled his long search for a symbol to represent Shennong, ideally a plant with "grass" in its name.

And here it was.

Shennong tasted all kinds of plants—what could be better than these hundred strawberries?

Measuring the field area, Han Qiwu found he could write the characters for "Shennong" using just 48 seeds. Using any more would ruin the aesthetic.

Alright, let’s do it. If there’s one thing his yard had in abundance, it was space!

Before starting to till the soil, Han Qiwu made a point to visit the compost bin and collect the fertilizer it had produced recently.

[Basic Fertilizer]×52.

"That’s not a lot, but it’ll have to do." Han Qiwu knew that Little Shui could now forage independently.

The compost bin would have no shortage of raw materials, so the fertilizer supply would only increase in the future.

Marking the plot boundaries, Han Qiwu swiftly tilled 48 patches of soil, sprinkling [Basic Fertilizer] into each.

After finishing, Han Qiwu felt quite fatigued. He leaned back in a reclining chair in the courtyard, pulling out a [Stamina Boost Potion] to recover.

The potion looked oddly like a bottle of calcium syrup—opaque and made of plastic, no less.

Opening the cap, Han Qiwu muttered a brief prayer to Old Man Shennong before downing it in one gulp.

Surprisingly, it did taste a bit like calcium syrup, tangy and sweet.

A few seconds later, the system popped up with alerts:

[You have consumed a Stamina Boost Potion. Max Stamina +30.]

[Current Max Stamina: 200.]