I'm a Druid at a farmhouse.

Chapter 35 1 The domestic pigs are neatly arranged

The morning mist had not yet dissipated when the earthen stove on the back hill was already completed.

Thanks to the power of the druids, Song You felt that he had inexhaustible energy in his body, and he was even faster than a professional bricklayer at digging and mixing soil.

He patted the mud off his hands, looked at the rugged but sturdy earthen stove in front of him, and felt reassured.

No male wild boars have appeared.

Song You breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he was lucky.

He deliberately made some noise, picked up his shovel and hoe, and swaggered down the mountain, his figure quickly disappearing into the woods.

Not long after, he quietly returned and hid behind a large tree.

Sure enough, the bushes rustled, and the black sow emerged. It first looked around warily, and only after confirming there was no danger did it take small, quick steps toward the brand-new earthen stove.

It sniffed around the stove with its nose, making confused gurgling noises in its throat.

Suddenly, it lowered its head and, with its long, powerful snout, lunged at the base of the stove.

"Bang!"

A piece of mud was pushed off.

The female boar seemed encouraged, took two steps back, and prepared to try again.

"I'll let you arch."

A calm voice sounded behind it.

The mother wild boar's black fur bristled instantly. She turned around abruptly and saw Song You's expressionless face.

The next second, a strong gust of wind swept in.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound was particularly loud in the quiet mountain forest.

The 300-pound sow was spun halfway around by the slap, its huge head buzzing and its eyes seeing stars.

Song You shook his hand, conveying the warning message again through [Natural Whisper].

"I told you, this is my territory. Try moving it again."

The mother wild boar was completely stunned. She shook her head and looked at Song You with fear in her eyes.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

Just then, seven or eight fluffy piglets emerged from the nearby grass burrow. Seeing their mother being bullied, they puffed out their little chests, made threatening, babyish noises, and charged towards Song You.

Song You looked at this group of still-weaned piglet daredevils and found it somewhat amusing.

He crouched down and stretched out his hand.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

Adhering to the principle of fairness and impartiality, he patted each piglet on the forehead.

The force wasn't strong, just enough to let them experience the harsh realities of adult society.

The piglets were slapped so hard they landed on their bottoms, completely disoriented. Their previous fearless spirit vanished in an instant.

The mother wild boar watched as her entire litter of piglets was wiped out, and let out a mournful and aggrieved squeal.

Ignoring its own dazed state, it quickly ran over, nudged its babies with its snout, and then led the group of dejected little creatures into the depths of the forest without looking back.

Watching the wild boar family run away in an orderly fashion, Song You nodded in satisfaction.

He gathered some dry firewood from nearby, stuffed it into the stove, and lit it with a match.

Blue flames rose up, illuminating his young face.

Song You closed his eyes and tried to activate [Stove Fire Control].

No response.

In his perception, that flame was just an ordinary fire, intense but impossible to communicate with.

He opened his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then understood.

"It seems that having a stove and fire alone is not enough; we need to use them to cook."

This ability ultimately serves the [Gourmet Druid].

He glanced at the sky; the sun had already risen, and the guesthouse should be opening soon. He extinguished the fire, packed his things, and hurried down the mountain.

......

Around noon, two or three tables of guests were seated in the courtyard of the farmhouse.

Just as Song Yougang finished serving the guests, he saw Tian Gensheng stroll in slowly with his hands behind his back.

The old man was still dressed the same, in a faded blue cloth shirt and a pair of liberation shoes, his eyes scanning the yard with a critical gaze.

"Youya, you're working so hard every day, can your body handle it?" Tian Gensheng walked up to Song You, speaking in a concerned tone like an elder. "I heard from Wenwu that people in the city nowadays have cars to drive around, it's so convenient, unlike how hard you work."

The image of Tian Wenwu riding his yellow electric scooter and weaving through traffic flashed through Song You's mind, and he couldn't help but laugh to himself.

"Yes, Uncle Tian, ​​your grandson is really successful." He continued, following the old man's words with a sincere smile. "I'm just destined to worry all the time."

Upon hearing this, Tian Gensheng's face showed a hint of pride, but he still remained modest, saying, "Hey, he was just messing around."

The old man changed the subject, finally revealing his true purpose.

"I came to check on your chickens. How are they doing?" He frowned. "Did you hear the method I told you last time? Chicks are delicate; you can't just do whatever you want with them."

"I've listened, I've listened." Song You nodded repeatedly. "I'm raising it meticulously, just as you said."

Tian Gensheng looked at him suspiciously, clearly not believing him, and strode towards the chicken coop in the corner of the yard.

"Let me tell you, you can't just feed these chicks rice. You have to mix in some chopped green vegetables and add some crushed eggshells to supplement calcium, otherwise they are prone to rickets."

As he walked, he enthusiastically shared his chicken-raising secrets.

Song You followed behind, not refuting, but just listening with a smile.

The two walked to the chicken coop.

Tian Gensheng's voice abruptly stopped.

He stared at the thirty-odd lively chicks in the coop, his eyes widening in surprise.

How long has it been?

These chicks were all energetic, with glossy feathers, and they were a whole size bigger than the other chicks he raised at home.

They chased and frolicked in the chicken coop, pecking at the grains on the ground, full of vitality.

"This..." Tian Gensheng couldn't believe his eyes.

He bent down and reached into the chicken coop to scoop up a chick.

The chick fluttered in his hand, its claws strong, its eyes bright, showing no sign of illness.

"How did you raise it?" Tian Gensheng turned his head and looked at Song You, his expression one of utter bewilderment and shock.

Song You scratched his head, looking innocent, and said, "Just feed him normally."

Tian Gensheng looked at the chicken in his hand, then at Song You, and finally put the chicken back in the coop and left without saying a word.

His bewildered and worldview-shattering expression greatly pleased Song You.

After seeing Tian Gensheng off, Song You sat down at the stone table and began to plan his next move.

The progress bar for the Beastmaster Druid has reached 47% after taming the chicks and intimidating the boars, and has temporarily hit a bottleneck.

With the blessing of [Warmth Control], the [Gourmet Druid] is progressing rapidly, but the number of customers is ultimately limited. If you want to quickly reach 100%, you need to find another way.

The stove on the back hill is a good choice, but it takes a lot of time to cook there each time, so it can only be used occasionally.

The remaining option is the Jungle Druid.

The diseased fruit trees in the orchard behind the mountain are the key to completing the advanced task of "Reviving the Withered".

Moreover, tending to the fruit trees on the back mountain can be done during breaks when there are no guests, making it more flexible in terms of time.

"That's what we'll do." Song You made up his mind.

He took out his phone and opened Douyin (TikTok).

Most of the people coming to the farmhouses now are middle-aged people who watched Deng Shen's food festival videos.

But the appearance of Su Yunxi and the others reminded him that the youth market should not be ignored either.

The most direct way to attract young people is through short videos.

He scrolled through several popular videos and discovered that a type of "immersive stress relief" video is currently very popular, such as cleaning carpets and repairing old items, which have garnered extremely high views.

He himself often watched people repair donkey hooves.

A thought flashed through his mind.

If it's about repairing old items.

Is repairing a diseased fruit tree considered a form of repair?

If I filmed the process of treating the fruit trees, added some relaxing narration, and edited it into a short video, would it go viral?

This idea made Song You's eyes light up.

This not only completes the druid quest but also attracts visitors to the agritainment business, killing two birds with one stone.

He stood up and looked toward the back of the mountain.

Those sickly peach trees were no longer a nuisance to him, but treasures waiting to be discovered.

He picked up his phone, a knowing smile spreading across his face.

"Let's start by beautifying the fruit trees."