Is he that desperate?  So desperate that he would even try farming?

Yes.  Yes he is.

He packs up what little of his life is worth taking with him, and heads off to the bus station.

Outside the bus station, a large semi truck is bearing down on Oliver! The truck appears to be on fire and shows no signs of slowing down!

Oliver leaps aside!

Yikes!  That was a close one!

...anyway, on to the bus.

Robin happens to be out for a walk when the bus pulls up at the bus stop and Oliver gets out.

"Hi, I'm Robin. Did you... mean to get off at this stop? We don't get a lot of visitors we don't already know."

"Grandson of Greenie Greenfield.  I seem to have inherited a farm."

"And no, the bus just took me here no matter how I tried to protest about it."

Robin is not sure what that could possibly mean but isn't going to ask.

"Oh! You're Greenie's grandson! He used to talk about you so fondly. We all miss him a lot."

"Do you know how to get to the farm? If not I can show you, it's not far from here and I was going that way on my walk anyway."

"I've never known my way to any farm, before this day, but if you show me the path I will walk it with a downright terrifying level of enthusiasm."

"Wow, I love to see that spirit! You're going to fit right in around here! Let's go!"

Robin sets off to the west.

Now is he messing with her, or is she messing with him, or...

If he actually does fit right in around here, it's sure going to be an interesting place.

Two minutes later, they're at the farm.

There's a small, run-down log cabin with a front porch, a planter with weeds in it, a mailbox, and a large wooden crate. In front of the cabin is a field covered in large stones, weeds, and deadwood.

"Don't worry, I know it looks like a mess but you'll get it cleaned right up. There's good soil under there!"

"Oh, and here's Mayor Lewis!"

Mayor Lewis strides up to Robin and Oliver.

"Ah, you must be Greenie's grandson! He told me to expect you around now. Welcome to the farm! It's a good old farmhouse, very snug."

"This is shaping up to be a brief trip."

"Now what would make you go and say a thing like that? You're going to love it here. Everyone has been looking forward to meeting you! Greenie made no secret of the fact he was going to leave the farm to you."

"Is it because the farmhouse is such a hovel? I'm a carpenter and I can help you improve it!"

"She's just saying that because she's going to make money on that deal... but she does do good work!"

"Somebody may need to explain to me what sort of crime my Grandpa secretly made his living from, because it's evident at a glance that he did not make his living from farming.  I may not have the Path of Shennong memorized but I know the part where farming includes 'divert the waters, break the rocks'.  The large rocks littering the field here could not plausibly have sprung up after a couple of years of neglect."

"Ha! You're a hoot! Life of crime! Ha!"

"Your grandpa wasn't doing too well the last few years as you probably know, and the place did get a bit run down before he died. I think he did pretty well when he was in his prime and he lived off the savings."

"That reminds me! He left you 500G."

"And I should also mention that if you have anything you want to sell, like crops or things you find foraging, you can put them in that wooden crate over there. I come by in the middle of the night every night and take the goods and leave you money."