Although Peryl didn't like this measuring process and would rather just cut down the tree where it seemed right, yet he didn't say anything. Soon they began to saw the oak, which was a little over 70 feet long and close to two and a half feet in diameter. This tree, however, could only be considered as a short one compared to the other oaks in the forest. The tallest trees on the hill were more than 130 feet tall, but those were almost impossible to cut down by ordinary men. For this reason, and because of their safety, the villagers only cut down oak trees at the edge of the forest, which grew between 60 and 80 feet. However, the Village Lord didn't need those trees whose diameters were shorter than one and a half feet. So those parts of the trunks which weren't thick enough were packed into different carts with the branches.

"Not too long ago, we still measured everything with our own body parts. But ever since our village got a lord, everything has become so complicated. Now everyone needs to know how to read and write. And for what? So that we could write down our names on a piece of paper, so the Village Lord knows how many people he can order around." Peryl muttered to himself as they were sawing the trunk.

"That is called registration, and it is for the Village Lord to know who lives in the village... And it isn't a bad thing that everyone knows how to read and write because, without it, we wouldn't even be able to measure this trunk." Zan explained, and before the old man could say anything, he continued, "And if we use our own feet, the logs wouldn't have the same lengths."

"So? Nobody in the village complaint about it that his roof was a little uneven."

"Well, it is true that here it doesn't bother anyone, but in the city, people would complain. The citizens hate it when something isn't symmetrical."

Mylk listened to their conversation for quite some time, when suddenly a thought entered his mind and turned to Gan. "You know, I never even asked what sort of family name did you choose for yourself. Hopefully, your last name is not Wench, right?"

"No, my family name is Sky," said the young man with a calm face.

"But your mother isn't the sky," wondered the mustached man, and after a little thinking, a mocking smile appeared on his face. "Did your mother tell you that the sky is your father, so you choose it as your name?"

"Your family name doesn't have to be related to your parents' trade," interrupted Zan. He just wanted to help out Gan because he always looked up to the young man for his calmness, but after realizing what he had just said, he immediately felt ashamed. So to distract the others from his sentence, he added, "Although in your case, Peasant fits you quite well."

"Why?" Mylk wondered.

"Because in the big cities boor, unmannered and uneducated people like you, are called peasants," Zan replied with a smile on his face.

Suddenly the lumberjacks broke into loud laughter. The joke in itself wasn't that funny, but because it was about Mylk, it made everyone laugh.

Of course, Mylk couldn't take part in the fun, and the veins on his head became more and more visible. The laughing continued for quite a while; however, after one point, he could no longer endure the humiliation, so he headed toward Zan to teach him a lesson. However, he could only make two steps before Gan stood in front of him, and by holding his shoulder, stopped him. Seeing the young lumberjack calm blue eyes and strong grip, he could do nothing more than to give up on the thought of punishing the boy. All he could do now was to hold in his anger and endure the other's laughter.

"Anyway, what family name did you chose?" asked Peryl after the laughing has ended and looked at Zan.

"Hanter."

"What does that mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything. I only changed the hunter word to make it unique."

"Did you hear that, Mylk? You should also change your name to Peesant, so maybe you won't be such a peasant." Peryl laughed.

After hearing these words, the mustached woodcutter face became even redder from his anger. Still, he knew that right now, he couldn't do anything to Zan as the other lumberjacks would protect him. 'But will you be just as brave as you are now when there is no one there to protect you?' Mylk thought to himself while twirling his mustache.