Farm Story Match 3 Puzzle
Control
Use touch on device , use mouse on dekstop
description
Alex’s hands trembled as they unfolded the brittle deed to Willowbrook Farm, its edges yellowed and torn. The land hadn’t seen a harvest in decades—overrun by weeds, crumbling fences, and a farmhouse slumped like a tired old horse. But the letter from their late grandmother was clear: *“Rebuild it. Make it thrive.”* With a rusty hoe and threadbare gloves, Alex started hacking through thistles, only to freeze when their boot struck something metallic. Brushing off dirt revealed a tarnished coin etched with a wheat sheaf—strange, but they pocketed it, shrugging. That night, exhausted, Alex idly matched three carved stones on their phone. A chime rang out, and the screen flickered—*+10 Coins*. Suddenly, their pocket warmed. The found coin glowed, its value now *10*. Days blurred into a rhythm of sweat and puzzles. Clearing a patch of land rewarded Alex with coins hidden in tree stumps or beneath rocks. Each match-3 victory multiplied them—50 coins bought seeds from the dusty general store, 100 repaired a fence post. The farm inched awake: sunflowers erupted in gold bursts, pumpkins swelled like plump orange moons, and the first tomato seedling unfurled timid green leaves. But progress stalled when a storm flooded the fields. Desperate, Alex stayed up all night, fingers flying across the puzzle grid. By dawn, 500 coins materialized—enough for a drainage ditch and a scruffy rescue goat named Mallow, who promptly ate the remaining cabbages. By autumn, coins paved the way for a barn, its wood still smelling of pine. Villagers trickled in, drawn by rumors of honeyed peaches and a sheepdog who herded ducks. They brought broken tools, asking Alex to fix them in exchange for match-3 challenges—a blacksmith’s anvil puzzle, a baker’s cupcake cascade. Each win stockpiled coins, transforming the farm: a windmill spun lazily, beehives hummed, and Mallow’s kids bounded through clover. At the harvest festival, Alex handed a child a coin for winning a pumpkin-carving game. The kid grinned, and the coin glimmered—*+1*. Alex laughed. The magic wasn’t just in the soil anymore. It was everywhere.
