I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

The next day.

Yuan Feng did some morning work, then picked up the plow and went to the pigpen.

Zhao Muxin was hanging clothes, and she followed after seeing the strange thing.

"Brother Feng, are you using the plow to plow the field?"

"Did you see? I plan to reclaim a field from the wasteland in front of our house." While speaking, Yuan Feng had already climbed into the pigpen.

"Open up the land? But isn't the wheat field behind the house ours? The wheat is ripe, and it looks like there's enough to eat."

Zhao Muxin didn't complain about having too much food. Who would complain about having too much food? She was just worried that Yuan Feng would be too busy to practice and raise pigs and farm at the same time.

"The crops grown over there are not the crops that will be grown in the new fields that will be opened next."

"What's that? Planting cotton?"

"It's not cotton, it's herbs." Yuan Feng put the plow on Da Ya, "Now that I can make pills, I need a lot of herbs, but it's not cost-effective to buy them. I just plant some because I know how to grow them."

"Is that so? Do you want Xin'er's help?"

"That's not necessary. Planting herbs is a physically demanding job. Jiuer should do it."

Since we know Jiuer has cultivation, her strength is far beyond that of ordinary people. It would be a bit of a waste if we don't make use of it.

"Don't bully Sister Jiuer too much."

"Go hang your clothes out."

"Oh." Zhao Muxin took a few steps back and came back, "But shouldn't the oxen be used to plow the land?"

What is the purpose of putting this plow and harrow on the breeding pig?

Zhao Muxin couldn't understand.

"The ones in the barn are dairy cows."

"That means they can plow the fields better than breeding pigs." Zhao Muxin was puzzled.

Yuan Feng sighed: "You will not be satisfied until I tell you that I can't control the cow, that I have no ability to control it, right?"

He also wanted to use a cow to plow the field, but Lei Niang was more stubborn than a donkey, and it was impossible to get her to move.

So the burden of plowing the fields had to fall on Daya, because he was so hardworking and never complained.

If Daya knew what Yuan Feng was thinking, he would have shouted, "Who are you scolding for working so hard without complaint?"

"Xin'er is talking too much." After saying that, Zhao Muxin ran out of the pigpen in shame.

"Let's go!"

Yuan Feng patted Daya, and Daya jumped out of the pigpen lightly with the plow and harrow.

After roughly gesturing the size of the land to be plowed, Yuan Feng erected wooden sticks around it, using the sticks as the boundary and the size of the land.

It’s about one acre in size. If it’s bigger, Yuan Feng won’t be able to handle it.

Daya's movements were quite efficient and smooth, which made Yuan Feng feel very relaxed. He just had to hold the plow and not let it fall down, without having to exert any strength at all.

In less than an hour, most of the field had been plowed.

"Wow, Xiaofeng is really capable. He can even train pigs to plow the fields." A middle-aged farmer wearing a bamboo hat was walking towards the field from afar.

"Uncle Jiang is here." Yuan Feng looked up and found that it was Xiaorou's father, Uncle Jiang. "Uncle Jiang, how come you have time to come to my place? Are you here to see Xiaorou again?"

"No, Xiaorou has learned her lesson now. She doesn't run around anymore and spends the whole day learning knitting from her mother."

"What else could it be? It's not New Year yet, and I'm not slaughtering pigs here."

"It's not about killing pigs. The village has important matters to discuss in the ancestral hall. I came to call you over."

The ancestral hall in this mountain village was not built by households with the same surname and clan, but was built by more than a dozen households.

After all, this mountain village is made up of more than a dozen refugee households fleeing the plague, and they have only been together for about ten years, otherwise it would not even have a name.

"How important is it?"

"You'll know when you get there." Uncle Jiang was mysterious and didn't say it directly.

"Can I not go? I'm plowing the field."

"No, everyone is waiting for you by name."

"You specifically asked me to wait for you? Then it has something to do with me, okay." Yuan Feng put down the plow and patted the dirt on his body, "Jiu'er, help me plow the rest of the land."

"Okay." Hu Jiuer walked out and picked up the plow.

"Wow." Uncle Jiang was stunned. "Such a pretty girl, only Xiaofeng can let someone plow the fields."

……

When he arrived at the gate of the ancestral hall, Yuan Feng was a little curious about the few unfamiliar faces in the yard.

But he didn't ask any more questions and walked straight into the ancestral hall.

Inside the ancestral hall is a long altar, on which are placed the ancestral tablets of each household. The incense burner in the middle is filled to the brim with incense sticks, many of which are still burning, and it can be seen that they have just been inserted.

A little further ahead was a large square table, surrounded by men from various households, and women were waiting at the door.

Yuan Feng walked into the house and without saying a word, he took three incense sticks and lit them for his adoptive parents.

The spirit tablets of his adoptive parents were also on the altar, which was why he was willing to come.

After all, he used someone else's child's body and didn't even burn some incense for them. That's so immoral.

Therefore, every Qingming Festival, Yuan Feng would not only go to the grave to pay homage to his parents, but would also go to the ancestral hall to light incense every time.

After lighting the incense and kowtowing, Yuan Feng found that all the men in the ancestral hall were staring at him, which made him a little surprised.

"Isn't there something important? Come on, why are you looking at me?"

"Ahem..." Old Man Jiang, as the oldest man in the village, finally took the lead and spoke, "Feng boy, I heard that you have some ability?"

"have it?"

Such an abrupt question, not knowing what ability it was talking about, Yuan Feng did not dare to be too proud. What if he was asked to donate money to the village? He didn't have much money, but it was useful, so he didn't want to donate it now.

Uncle Jiang, who had followed, continued, "Xiaofeng, don't be so modest. Xiaorou told me that on that night, she chopped down four or five jackals with just a knife, right?"

"Did Xiaorou tell you this?"

"Don't blame Xiaorou. I, as her father, care about her and forced her to say that."

Yuan Feng shook his head: "She was wrong."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the ancestral hall.

"I said Xiaorou was lying."

"Don't you understand Brother Feng? How can you possibly defeat five jackals?"

"I think it's five little wolf cubs. There's still a possibility."

"Xiao Rou won't lie!" Uncle Jiang's face turned red. "Xiao Feng, tell me what you did wrong?"

"The sword I took that night."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Silence is the ancestral hall now.

"Hey...Feng kid, whether it's a knife or a sword is not that important. What's important is what kind of ability you have."

"Mr. Jiang, if you're asking, I do have one."

"Oh!"

The men were pleasantly surprised and made way for a small space.

Yuan Feng looked around: "What do you mean?"

"Show it, don't just talk about it."

"Then it's embarrassing!"

Yuan Feng cupped his hands and gathered his energy.

"Ah!"

With a loud bang, the square table collapsed and broke into pieces.

"Oh, it's a thick wooden table!"

Old man Jiang looked at the ruins on the ground, his hands trembling, and exclaimed what a pity.

Seeing everyone showing regretful looks, Yuan Feng felt a little embarrassed: "You can't blame me for this. Everyone asked me to show it. If this table is to be compensated, everyone will have a share."

"Don't blame me, don't blame me." He was still regretful one second, and the next second Old Man Jiang held Yuan Feng's hand enthusiastically, "You have the ability, everything is easy to talk about."

"Let's talk about business." Yuan Feng pulled out his hand, but it was held by the old man, which made him feel a little awkward.

"Yes, let's get down to business. Let's sit down in the side room and chat slowly."

Just sit down, Yuan Feng is tired of standing anyway.

The space in the side room was not very big and there were not many chairs, so only the heads of each household could sit down. The rest had to squeeze outside with the women.

"Ahem." Old Man Jiang cleared his throat. "Let me be frank. A bunch of poor people came to the village to escape the war."

Yuan Feng subconsciously looked towards the yard, thinking that they were talking about those people.

Old man Jiang continued calmly, "Everyone knows the origin of our village better than anyone else. It was all poor people who gathered together to keep each other warm. Now that new poor people have come, there is no reason to refuse them."

"There are so many people here, and it's not appropriate for the village to have no name. Since everyone is here, let's give it a name."

Only when a village has a name does it mean it has heritage. At this moment, everyone in the side room, including those outside the room, had a serious expression.

"I have an idea!" Yuan Feng was the first to raise his hand, "Our village is in a mountain valley, so let's call it Mountain Valley Village!"

Yuan Feng performed steadily, and even so, some people outside the house nodded.

Old man Jiang took out a piece of red paper with a slightly awkward look. On it were written the two powerful characters "Xiu Feng": "Feng boy, how about taking a look at the name I chose?"

As soon as the red paper came out, the surrounding household owners nodded one after another.

This old man Jiang has the final say, not only because he is old, but also because he is knowledgeable and has beautiful handwriting.

Yuan Feng is definitely not so arrogant as to think that his "Shan Gou" is better than "Xiu Feng".

"Mr. Jiang, you wrote such a good name but didn't take it out earlier. Are you embarrassing me?"

With a self-deprecating joke, the atmosphere suddenly became better and the whole room was filled with laughter.

"Feng boy, you are flattering me, haha."