JUDY_JIAO

After losing her job, Wan Qian unexpectedly inherits the estate of an distant great-uncle—a remote countryside farm.  

She originally thought she could enjoy a leisurely rural life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. However, she soon discovers that the farm is unbelievably strange—animals on the farm produce crops, whispers rustle from the wardrobe at midnight, and what flows from the faucet is not clear water but thick red liquid…  

Even more absurd, interns who come to work always mysteriously "resign," leaving only a calm and composed butler who hands her a new labor contract with a smile every day.  

Faced with all this, Wan Qian optimistically rolls up her sleeves: "Alright then, running a farm isn't easy. I have to find a way to turn a profit."

So, using outrageous workplace logic and farm management experience, she tames an eldritch god into a guard dog, hires a midnight butcher as a chef, and even enlists a faceless girl as an accountant…  

While others tremble in fear, she leisurely patrols the farmland: "No slacking off! If performance targets aren't met, your wages will be docked."

Thus, a farm where "humans and ghosts and monsters" beings coexist is officially open for business!  

—Horror? Not at all. With the right job assignments, every ghost and monster can be a model corporate worker!

My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World

Wan Qian stood on the lawn, feeling troubled. 


The lawn was as large as two basketball courts. She glanced at the tool in her hand. Clearly, using such a tiny pair of scissors to trim the grass would take until nightfall, and even then, she might not finish. 


"Xiao Qing." Wan Qian finally couldn't hold back and waved at the head of the cleaning department, who was standing nearby. 


The grass was deep and thick, and they were far from the other two interns. Wan Qian wasn't worried about anyone noticing her familiarity with the head of the cleaning department. 


The head of the cleaning department immediately stepped forward and respectfully addressed her, "Farm owner." 


Wan Qian sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It must have been tough for you before, trimming such a huge lawn with just these tiny scissors." 


It seemed she would have to allocate some funds to purchase better tools. 


Dark Farm 19