The next morning, after a simple but happy breakfast of leftover boar meat and fresh river water, Luo Feng turned to Chief Haru. The chief was sipping the last of his soup, looking more rested than he had in years.
"Chief Haru," Luo Feng said quietly but firmly, "please gather everyone who works in the fields—the farmers, the ones who tend the crops. I want to speak to them."
Haru studied the young traveler for a long moment, then nodded without question. He stepped outside and rang the old bronze bell that hung by the well. Within minutes, nearly every adult who worked the land—men and women with calloused hands and worried eyes—gathered in the village square. Miya stood right beside Luo Feng, close enough that their shoulders almost touched, her cheeks already faintly pink.
Luo Feng looked at the small crowd and spoke in his calm, steady voice.
"I will help this village," he said. "I will make it better for everyone—so you can eat all you want, without ever worrying about food or water again. I know how. Let me show you."
The villagers murmured in surprise, but hope flickered in their eyes. Chief Haru simply gestured toward the fields. "Show us the way, Luo Feng."
Miya stayed at his side as they walked out to the struggling farmland. Luo Feng carried nothing visible, but inside his Storage Bag were the rare herbs he had gathered in the Forbidden Forest. Using the knowledge from his old life as a farmer in Churachandpur—crop rotation, soil rest, natural pest control—he began.
"Show me the farms," he said.
They did. He walked from plot to plot, stopping at each struggling field. With his Appraisal skill glowing faintly in his mind, he pointed out exactly what was wrong: tired soil, the black bugs eating the roots, the wrong seeds planted too close together.
Step by step he explained, patient as a father teaching his children.
"First, we stop planting the same crop every season. Let half the fields rest and grow these instead." He pulled a handful of dried Monster-Ward Thistle and Healing Bloom from his bag and showed them how to crush and scatter the herbs along the rows. "These will drive the bugs away and feed the soil. Plant them between the maize and beans. The beans will put strength back into the earth."
He moved to the next farm, then the next, demonstrating how to dig shallow ditches for better water flow, how to mix the rare herbs into compost, how to space the seeds wider so the plants could breathe. He never raised his voice, never acted like a hero—just a quiet young man who knew the land like an old friend. The farmers listened closely, nodding, asking questions. By the time the sun reached noon, every field in Eden Village had a new plan, and the villagers' faces shone with something they had almost forgotten: real hope.
"We head back now," Luo Feng said at last. "Rest this afternoon. Tomorrow we start the real work together."
The farmers thanked him with bows and quiet words before returning to their homes. Miya walked beside him the whole way back, stealing glances at his handsome face and strong hands. Her heart beat fast; the kiss she had given him the night before still burned on her lips.
Inside Chief Haru's hut, Miya busied herself preparing the midday meal—slicing the last of the boar meat, boiling a pot of roots, and mixing in some of the fresh herbs Luo Feng had shown them. Her face was bright red the entire time. Every few seconds she looked at Luo Feng where he sat quietly on the mat, then quickly turned away, shy and happy at the same time.
The family gathered around the low table. They ate together—simple food, but made with care and now tasting better than ever. Chief Haru kept smiling at Luo Feng. Lira and the children chatted more freely. Miya sat across from him, cheeks still flushed, unable to stop glancing his way.
When the meal was finished and the sun began to dip, everyone helped clean up, then laid out their sleeping mats. One by one they drifted off, bellies full and hearts lighter.
Luo Feng lay on his corner mat, listening to the soft breathing of the family around him. He closed his eyes, a gentle smile on his lips, thinking of Miya's shy kiss and the fields that would soon grow green again.
Outside, the village slept soundly under the stars, the first real change already taking root in the soil—and in two young hearts.