I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

After the laughter died down, Old Man Jiang continued to talk about business.

"The second thing I want to say this time is very crucial. Whether it can be accomplished depends entirely on what Feng Xiaozi wants."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes were focused on Yuan Feng.

"Look at what I mean? Mr. Jiang, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't flatter me." Yuan Feng hurriedly tried to find a way out for himself.

This suddenly put him on the spot, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Then I'll be frank. With so many people in the village, it's inevitable that bandits and villains will be targeting us. Moreover, the war has been intense recently. Although our small mountain village is remote, I'm afraid it won't be peaceful for long. So everyone discussed whether we can form a village guard team of our own."

"Hey, I thought it was a big deal, so mysterious. It's just a guard team. Do you want me to help? No problem. No matter how busy I am, I will make time to help with patrol." Yuan Feng promised, patting his chest.

The villagers had all given him help in some way when he was young, so he certainly couldn't refuse such a small task as protecting the village.

"It's not enough to just work hard, you have to work very hard." Old man Jiang poured him a small basin of cold water.

"Huh?" Yuan Feng was stunned. "What? You want me to donate money?"

He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, and was generous for once.

"I will donate at most ten taels, no more."

When he was in the city, all his jewels were confiscated by the government, leaving him only fifty taels of silver. Ten taels was already more than enough for him.

Yuan Feng had already paid the money reluctantly, but Old Man Jiang shook his head: "We don't want your money. What everyone wants is that you become the captain of the guard team and be responsible for leading the younger generation in the village."

"Me as the captain?" Yuan Feng pointed at himself and asked in surprise.

"What? You don't want to?"

"Of course I am willing to do so. Being a captain must be very busy. I have a lot of things to do at home..."

"That's not a problem." Old man Jiang waved his hand. "If you need help at home someday, just let me know and everyone here can come and help."

"Let's forget about it some other time. Today I have an acre of land that needs to be plowed out. How about we move our feet?"

"Feng, you are really smart. I've seen you smarter than other kids since you were little. You won't release the eagle until you see the rabbit. Well, now that you said so, no one can bully you.

Everyone, move your feet and go help guard the ridge of Feng's house, and then come back to continue the discussion."

"What's there to discuss?" Yuan Feng quickly stood up. "Now that it has come to this, I will take over the captain's job. I will arrange patrol training and other matters. Do you have any objections?"

"No problem." Everyone agreed in unison.

"Hehe." Yuan Feng was also very satisfied with this. He was worried that he would not have time to return the ridges after plowing. Now with everyone's help, he can save a lot of work.

"Now that we have discussed it, Uncle Jiang, you can lead everyone over. I am an old man whose legs and feet are not very strong, so I will not get involved."

"We definitely can't let Elder Jiang get in trouble. Everyone, follow me and help Xiao Feng cultivate the fields!"

Almost all of the dozen people in the entire mountain village, now called Xiufeng Village, gathered and walked towards Yuanfeng's courtyard. Even some refugees who had just taken refuge in the village followed.

Halfway through the journey, Yuan Feng casually asked, "When does the escort team officially begin?"

Uncle Jiang replied cheerfully: "You are the captain now, so of course you have the final say on when to start."

"Then tomorrow?" Yuan Feng gave a suggestion based on the idea that there was no time to lose.

"I've already told you, Captain, that you have the final say. You don't need to discuss this with me."

"Then let's put it this way. Uncle Jiang will bring his men to gather at the wasteland next to my house tomorrow."

"Me?" Uncle Jiang was obviously stunned for a moment. "I won't come. I won't get involved in your guard team's affairs. I have to go to work in the fields tomorrow."

"Uncle Jiang, you're not coming? What does that mean? Shouldn't every household contribute their manpower?" Yuan Feng was confused. He was the only man in Uncle Jiang's family. He couldn't let Xiaorou come, right?

"That's the way it should be, but you know the situation in our village. All the strong men who can work need to do farm work. So, the guards are made up of the younger generation in the village who can't work."

"Wait, I don't quite understand. Let me think about it. The members of the guard team are actually only children. Is that right?" Yuan Feng deliberately stopped and sorted out his thoughts.

"That's right." Uncle Jiang answered affirmatively.

If Yuan Feng remembered correctly, the oldest child in the village was only ten years old.

What the hell is that called the Hammer Guard? Aren’t they just the Boy Scouts?

Thinking of this, Yuan Feng suddenly realized.

No wonder everyone attaches so much importance to their own abilities. It turns out that forming a guard team is just a side job. The real purpose is to let their children learn skills and treat themselves as free masters.

Yuan Feng felt like he had been cheated.

It was either a feeling or he was being cheated, he was absolutely sure of it.

Uncle Jiang noticed the change in Yuan Feng's expression and quickly said, "You have already agreed to the captain's matter, and everyone is on the way to your house. You can't go back on your word."

"Don't worry, I won't regret it." Just learn the skills yourself. It's not certain whether you can learn it or not. Yuan Feng still has a problem now, "Well, now that I'm the captain, I'm bound to fall behind in the housework. I can't always count on everyone's help. After all, we are a guard team, so we should be paid some salary, right?"

"Salary?" Uncle Jiang was a little embarrassed. "How about I ask Elder Jiang to talk about it and call on everyone to donate?"

Forget it. Yuan Feng immediately felt that this method was unreliable. There was no money in the village. The offer to donate ten taels had already been made, and he would definitely take the lead in donating at that time.

It is too stupid to donate to yourself or donate your salary to yourself.

"Forget it. I don't want the salary. But the guard team is a physical job. Everyone has to be provided with food, right? Three meals a day, right?" Yuan Feng made a concession.

"Of course there are. Even if you don't say anything, people will donate food."

After the matter was settled, the group arrived at Yuanfeng Courtyard.

Outside the yard, Daya, who had just finished plowing the field, was lying in the sun. Zhao Muchin was considerate enough to use a brush to comb his messy pig hair.

Suddenly, she saw a group of people coming towards her. Zhao Muxin was frightened and thought there was a fight. She threw the brush on the ground and ran back to the house timidly.

A farmer in the crowd had a gleam in his eyes: "Hey, Feng boy, I heard you picked up a girl a few days ago. Is that her? She's pretty."

Yuan Feng turned around and saw that the person who was speaking was Wang Mao, a farmer in the village. They had some connection because he was Wang Er's cousin.

"Yes, the little girl was stranded outside, so I took her in..."

Before Yuan Feng could finish his words, Wang Mao snatched it away:

"Have you got married?"

"Why are you asking this? Didn't you have a fight with Wang Er's father? Are you okay? Are you thinking of finding a matchmaker for Wang Er now?"

"I'm not talking about matchmaking for that kid. He never does his job all day." Speaking of Wang Er, Wang Mao's tone was full of contempt.

As Wang Er's life mentor, Yuan Feng said, "Isn't he working in the city now?"

"We're going to the city, who knows what they're doing." Wang Mao believed in his own judgment. He had watched Wang Er grow up, and he would always be a good person.

"If you're not here to matchmake for Wang Er, then why are you thinking about the girl in my family?" Yuan Feng didn't understand. Did Wang Mao want to take a concubine?

He would be beaten to death by his vicious daughter-in-law.

Wang Mao smiled obscenely. His family had this trait in their genes. "Isn't there a Wang Gan in my family?"

King pole?

Speaking of Wang Gan, Yuan Feng remembered that Wang Mao had such a son.

"Your son? Isn't he only ten years old? He hasn't even grown any hair yet. My girl is several years older than him."

"It's okay, I don't mind." Wang Mao waved his hand.

Don’t you feel disgusted yet?

If it weren't for the fact that they were from the same village and they would meet each other every day, Yuan Feng would have to give him a slap to cure his arrogance.

It seems that the Wang family's mysterious self-confidence is also hereditary.

"Speaking of your son Wang Gan, is he also going to join the Guard?"

"Of course, he's the oldest among the younger generation so of course he has to go."

"Why are you still being lazy here? Hurry up and get your hoe and ridge the fields!"

Wang Maocai had to force Yuan Feng to take out the title of captain of the guard team, and he ran to hoe the fields in disappointment.