I'm a Druid at a farmhouse.

Chapter 51 Wild Boars Need Early Education

As dawn broke, Song You carried a few old planks and a tattered fishing net to the foot of the back mountain.

He chose a gentle, sheltered, sunny slope and quickly built a simple but sturdy shed using planks and stones. He then covered the top with fishing nets, and a brand new pigsty, closer to human activity, was completed.

After doing all this, he patted the dirt off his hands, closed his eyes, and sent a gentle thought up the hillside.

"New home, safe, with food."

Simple messages, repeated over and over.

Not long after, a rustling sound came from the forest.

The massive figure of the female wild boar emerged from behind the bushes. It warily eyed Song You down the hillside, then glanced at the brand-new shack, its nostrils flaring as if trying to discern the scent.

Song You did not send out any more thoughts, but just stood there quietly, holding two tender ears of corn that he had just picked from the ground.

The female wild boar hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, her desire for food and her trust in Song You overcame her wariness of the unfamiliar environment.

It let out a low growl and took the lead, slowly walking down the hill.

Behind it, seven or eight small, dark brown fleshy balls tumbled and crawled after it, curiously observing this new world.

The female wild boar walked to the new den, sniffed it carefully, and only after confirming that there was no danger did she sit down and signal to Song You with her eyes.

Song You smiled and tossed the corn in his hand over.

The mother wild boar snatched it in her mouth and began to gnaw on it. The piglets chased and played around the shed, quickly adapting to their new environment.

Song You took out his old phone, whose screen was already scratched, pointed it at the group of kids, and started recording.

"Let's have a special program about farm stays, the first episode of 'Little Piglet's Growth Diary' is officially starting filming." He lowered his voice and muttered to himself in the tone of a documentary narrator.

In the video, a bold little piglet spotted him, toddled over on its short legs, and curiously nudged his trouser leg with its still-developing snout.

Song You zoomed in, giving the little guy a close-up.

"Hmm, with this picture quality, it's time to get a new phone." He looked at the slightly blurry image on the screen and started to think about it.

The agritainment business is just starting to take off, so money needs to be spent wisely. However, a good promotional tool is also essential. I wonder if there are any reliable platforms available.

He put away his phone, squatted down, and looked at the group of little ones who already considered him one of their own.

A deeper thought was slowly conveyed to him.

This is the indoctrination of an idea.

It's about cycles, about self-sacrifice, about the most basic laws of nature.

"The land provides you with food, and you protect this land. When life comes to an end, your flesh and blood return to the earth, and that is the highest honor."

The piglets couldn't understand such complex things, but they could sense the solemnity and sacredness contained in the idea.

They all quieted down, tilting their heads and watching Song You listen to the divine decree with their innocent black bean eyes.

The wild boars are still young, so we can already instill Druidic ideas into their minds, so that they will not resist our commands in the future.

The thought popped into Song You's mind, and he felt a little more at ease.

......

The midday sun made people feel lazy, and a black Mercedes-Benz van was slowly driving towards the village.

The air conditioning in the car was on full blast, but Wang Guoming still felt a chill down his back and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He sat in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing through the rearview mirror to secretly observe the elderly man in the back who was resting with his eyes closed.

The old man was dressed in a faded gray cloth robe, with a thin face, a goatee on his chin, and his gray hair was neatly combed.

He just sat there quietly, and an invisible pressure enveloped the entire carriage.

Li Zhe, who was driving, didn't dare to breathe loudly. He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his back straight, and he focused intently on the road ahead.

Wang Guoming shifted his position in the passenger seat; the back of his shirt was already soaked.

He would never forget the night before last, when he had meticulously planned a romantic date and was about to confess his feelings to Liu Kun's sister when he turned around and saw his master standing like a ghost in front of the sugar-coated glutinous rice cake stall across the street, staring at him expressionlessly.

That look in his eyes scared the soul out of him.

He ultimately didn't dare go to western Hunan, but his master came looking for him, which led to this trip to a farmhouse.

"Master," Wang Guoming cleared his throat and mustered his courage to speak, "That Boss Song is just a young man, and it's not easy for him to run a farm stay. Please, don't do anything wrong."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Tong, an elderly man in the back row, slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes weren't big, but they were frighteningly clear.

"Am I such a tactless person?" Wang Tong's voice was calm, revealing no emotion. "A guesthouse owner isn't worth me making a special trip to cause trouble. I'm just here to find some inspiration."

Wang Guoming finally felt half of the weight lifted from his heart.

"That's good, that's good." He breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously picked up a bottle of water and handed it to him, "Dad, have some water."

"Call me Master." Wang Tong frowned, glancing at Wang Guoming. "My son, Wang Tong's son, couldn't possibly be unable to even hold a knife properly. I don't know where you got your talent from. Once I find my biological son, you can live as an orphan."

Wang Guoming's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he sheepishly took the water back.

"Yes, Master."

Li Zhe, who was driving, felt a chill on the back of his neck and wished he could turn off the air conditioning.

The conversation between the master and apprentice was so rich in information that he, as an assistant, was caught in a dilemma: whether to listen or not.

As the car drew closer to the village, the surrounding scenery changed. The roadside grasses were a vibrant green, the distant mountains and forests were lush and verdant, and the air was filled with a sweet fragrance.

Wang Tong, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them again.

He looked out the window, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Hmm, the air here is quite nice."

A simple comment from him carried extraordinary weight. Wang Guoming immediately chimed in, "Right, Master! Let me tell you, not only is the air here amazing, but the vegetables and fish are absolutely incredible! I've never eaten such delicious food before."

"Shut up," Wang Tong interrupted him. "Okay, okay, my tongue can taste for itself."

Wang Guoming immediately fell silent.

The car stopped in front of the simple wooden sign that read "Come and have a farm stay".

The three of them got out of the car.

Wang Guoming immediately spotted the butchered wild boar meat in the yard, and the young man in a T-shirt who was quickly processing the pork ribs with a boning knife.

"Brother Song!" he called out warmly and strode over.

Upon hearing the sound, Song You looked up, saw Wang Guoming, smiled, and then looked past Wang Guoming to the thin old man behind him.

This is Wang Tong.

Song You had a plan in mind, but his hands didn't stop. He wrapped a freshly cut piece of pork belly in oil paper and handed it to a middle-aged man waiting next to him.

"Brother Liu, here's your pork belly, take it."

"Thanks, Boss Song! Your skills are absolutely amazing!" The customer took the pork, paid, and left satisfied.

Song You wiped his hands and went to greet him.

"Brother Wang, you've finally arrived."

His gaze met Wang Tong's scrutinizing eyes with composure, and he nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"This must be Elder Wang. Welcome to our home."

Wang Tong didn't speak. His gaze slowly shifted from Song You to the chest and ribs of the huge wild boar in the center of the yard.

He walked halfway around the wild boar, squatted down, and gently ran his fingers along the separated muscle lines. He then leaned closer and smelled the faint scent of blood.

Wang Guoming and Li Zhe both looked at him nervously, wondering what this master was looking for.

After looking around for a while, Wang Tong stood up, his gaze returning to Song You, and asked a question that no one had expected.

"Hey boss, did you slaughter this pig?"

Wang Guoming's heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong. His master had said they were just coming to eat, but now he was asking all sorts of questions.

He was about to speak up for Song You when he heard Song You's reply.

"Yes."

In short, it was decisive and efficient.

Wang Tong narrowed his eyes.

He didn't ask any further questions, but instead pointed to the boning knife that Song You had just placed on the stone table.

"Can I take a look at your knife?"