I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 225: Someone in the Beast Trap

The wind was biting cold, and the dense reed bushes swayed incessantly in the wind, with cries of unknown animals occasionally echoing from within.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted from a clump of reeds by the riverbank. Many grey wild ducks and birds flew out from it in panic, scattering everywhere.

Immediately after, a silver-white snow wolf the size of a husky ran out chasing them. Its two hind legs exerted force, and it leaped towards a grey wild duck, agilely pinning the duck under its body.

"Eric, your hunting skills have improved again." Sam parted the reeds on both sides and walked out smiling. He lifted the grey wild duck that Eric was pinning down with his claws, skillfully clipped its flight feathers on both wings, and then tied it with the rope in his hand.

Looking closely, a large string of ducks was already tied to his rope, making noisy "quack quack" sounds of unwillingness.

Eric sat reservedly on the ground, but the tail behind him wagged incessantly, enough to show the joy in his heart.

Behind Sam, a burst of childish cheers rang out. Little children shook their heads and burrowed out one by one - there were Dwarf children, wolf cubs, and even a few little goats who were gradually getting familiar with the new tribe.

Eric was a bit embarrassed.

Grey wild ducks were just ordinary animals. The cubs in the tribe could basically catch them on their own; it was just that they struck without measure, so none survived. He happened to want to train his hunting skills too, so he took action personally.

Early this morning, the cubs and Sam had swarmed Eric’s house, banging on the door loudly.

He had indeed made an appointment with Sam to go to the trap area, but who knew he would come so early and bring such a large crowd of cubs?

After his repeated teachings, these people at least knew to knock when entering his courtyard.

Before, they always jumped over the wall to enter, treating the courtyard gate as non-existent; big and small were all the same. Later, Eric strictly (he thought so) criticized them, and they finally learned to knock.

Last night, it was already late when seeing off the beastmen from the Golden Kingdom. After they finished eating here, Kevin brought the key to the Dwarves’ warehouse.

Joseph was still at the coal mine and couldn’t bear to return. He only had Kevin secretly tell Eric that the leader, Tan, had interacted with him before and was one of the most mild-tempered envoys sent by the kingdom.

This was also one of the reasons he didn’t return. More importantly, the gunpowder research was about to yield stable results, and he didn’t want to waste any time.

Although the person didn’t return, with these words, Eric was much more relieved. They didn’t have to worry about encountering a beastman who was difficult to talk to, affecting the merger of the Dwarves and them, bringing disaster to the tribe... now there was no need to worry.

Last night was the only time the cafeteria didn’t provide food since opening.

The tribesmen didn’t ask anything. Everyone knew they were beastmen sent by the Golden Kingdom to find the Du tribe. They had a hostile attitude towards these people but also knew they couldn’t cause trouble for the tribe, so they tacitly didn’t show their faces.

Sunflower and the others naturally knew the beastmen’s attitude. Throughout the process, they only moved around the cafeteria area and the Dwarves, not going to the Snow Wolves’ side, perhaps also disdaining the dilapidated conditions there a bit.

After eating, the attitude of Sunflower and the others towards Eric changed completely. When leaving, they reluctantly held his hand, saying something about definitely trying to come again next year.

Even though Thomas used all his strength to hold Max back, Sunflower still keenly felt the murderous gaze of the Snow Wolf beside him.

Eric hurriedly stuffed the remaining rice cake into his mouth, avoiding an argument, and even wrapped up all the remaining rice cakes for them to eat on the road.

These beastmen weren’t as arrogant as the Black Wolves. From being vigilant at first, Eric had a bit of goodwill by the time they left. If they were the ones coming every year, he wouldn’t have to worry about the Dwarves’ matter anymore.

He felt that the Hadu tribe’s luck was truly not bad.

The envoys sent by the Golden Kingdom this time had a mild attitude and showed no extreme reaction to the Du tribe merging into the Snow Wolf tribe. On the contrary, when leaving, Sunflower secretly told Eric he would go back and put in a good word for them with the King, implying that he shouldn’t worry too much.

Adan of the Leopard tribe was slightly older than Sunflower and always looked at Eric with admiration. When Sunflower said those words, he nodded gently from the side.

Tan was the oldest and had the highest status. Although he didn’t say it clearly, it could be sensed from his eyes that he had no hostility towards the Hadu tribe. As an elder, his attitude almost determined the outcome of this matter, so Eric was naturally very happy.

If not for these people rushing to regroup with their comrades and time being tight, Eric really wanted to make more delicious food to thank them, for them to take along on the road.

But since a lot of rice cakes were made, and Uncle Thomas and Max’s group didn’t eat much, the remaining amount was quite large, so giving it to them wasn’t considered sloppy.

Eric discovered that Max was indeed very dark. Clearly knowing that these people still had to travel, he brought out two large jars of rice wine. Everyone knew the strong aftereffect of this thing. When the beastmen left staggering, he was really afraid they would fall asleep in the snow.

Whether it was the Golden Lion tribe, Tiger tribe, or Leopard tribe, they all had strong bodies, so sleeping in the snow for a night would be fine. Thinking of this point, Eric felt relieved.

There was Flower in the tribe, so Eric inevitably had a bit of goodwill towards the person named Sunflower. It would be good if the other party wasn’t a beastman of the Golden Kingdom.

After seeing them off, it wasn’t early anymore.

Eric’s nerves had been tense all day, and he finally wanted to rest well. Early in the morning, before the sun had risen, he was woken up by Sam leading the cubs.

He lay on Sam’s back going to the reed bushes before fully waking up. Fortunately, Sam’s fur was long and thick; he and the cubs lying on top weren’t cold at all.

Eric was a man of action; thinking of raising chickens, ducks, and white rabbits, he started working immediately. There were no live animals in the traps, so they had to split up. The cubs chased ducks or rabbits over, and Sam and Eric were responsible for catching them. The efficiency was quite high.

By now, they had caught quite a few, and Eric started his solo performance.

After catching a few by himself, he indeed found the special skill to catch live prey, but it was limited to those not too large in size. Moreover, Eric’s current weight was just right; if he grew a bit larger, catching them like this would easily crush the prey to death.

"We caught quite a few. Let’s raise them first and let them get used to the environment. If we can keep them alive, we’ll catch a few more. Next year, we can let them breed on their own."

Eric looked at the large string of grey wild ducks on Sam’s hand and the string of white rabbits with tied legs placed on the other side, speaking with satisfaction.

"We haven’t checked the traps we dug in the forest yet; there are definitely quite a few pheasants."

Leo eagerly jumped in front of Eric, his black eyes shining bright, almost acting cute to get him to agree to another trip into the forest.

The cubs beside him and Sam were still playful. In an instant, a dozen more pairs of eyes looked at him longingly.

He smiled helplessly: "Since it’s still early anyway, let’s go check the forest side then. It would be even better to catch a few more pheasants."

Bus Sam took everyone running to the forest side, acting as a happy means of transport.

Whether there was prey in the trap was very easy to distinguish. If the dry grass spread over the trap had a hole, there would unsurprisingly be prey inside. If it was intact, it proved no animal had passed by.

The traps they dug were the simplest kind. Eric actually remembered clamp traps. If placed inside, the chance of prey escaping would decrease a lot.

After all, animals here were large, and many could still get out after falling in.

But the cubs in the tribe were very mischievous. Eric was afraid they would fall into the traps while playing; getting injured would be terrible. They didn’t intend to live off traps either; catching a few pheasants to get feathers was good enough.

In fact, since catching grey wild ducks which had softer down feathers, Eric had been too lazy to target pheasants. If he didn’t keep thinking about chicken feet, chicken wings, and such, pheasants would have been eliminated.

Chicken feathers weren’t as good as duck feathers, but the meat was tastier than grey wild duck meat, and raising them for eggs was also good.

Haven’t visited for a few days, and there was indeed prey in the traps. It wasn’t convenient for Eric and the cubs to go down and bring the prey up, so this task was handed to Sam again.

Unsurprisingly, the traps were full of pheasants. There was only one unlucky grey rabbit; before it could use magic, it crashed headfirst into a pheasant’s sharp beak.

The cubs lay on the edge of the trap with the grey rabbit, excitedly urging Sam to hurry up. This was the best prey their traps had caught; grey rabbit meat was even tenderer than white rabbit meat.

The meat of intermediate and high-level magical beasts was certainly even more delicious, but they couldn’t catch those every day, especially in winter, and grey rabbits were already the type with the most delicious meat among low-level magical beasts.

Eric also lay on the edge of the hole. His sharp eyes saw Sam lifting the grey rabbit, and his expression suddenly changed; he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"What’s wrong, Sam?" He asked hurriedly. Such a simple trap shouldn’t have caught any strange magical beast, right?

"Un." Sam scratched his head and held up the grey rabbit in distress.

It could be seen that under the grey rabbit, there was not only the culprit pheasant, but hanging under the pheasant’s butt was a person...

Eric was stunned, muttering: "Mother, why is there a person in the trap?"

Immediately after, he reacted and hurriedly called out to Sam:

"Quick, quick, bring him up. In this freezing weather, why did this person run to our territory? Hasn’t he frozen to death? If not frozen to death, he must have been crushed to death..."

He was so anxious that he didn’t know what he was saying.