I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 246: The Arduous Process of Studying
The Horned Goat tribe’s affairs no longer gave A Sat a headache, but he didn’t get to relax for long because immediately after was the common Yas language course...
The hands of beastmen could hunt, could work, but had simply never been used to write characters.
Ever since the extra classes began, the cafeteria was filled every day with large, dejected faces, clumsily holding pens to write and draw on paper.
Eric was not illiterate in the traditional sense, but the difficulty of the common Yas language was no less than the Chinese he had learned years ago. Luban, Joseph, and Evan lectured chattering every day, writing until his head felt like it wanted to explode.
At this moment, he realized how wonderful the Latin alphabet was - easy to write, easy to spell - unlike the writing here, which looked no different from magical talismans.
What gave him the biggest headache was that the Dwarves also intended to teach him their script. Eric looked at their enthusiastic demeanor and couldn’t bear to refuse, so he not only had to learn a foreign language but also had one more class than everyone else; he really just wanted to die.
Every day he left an hour later than the other beastmen. When he stepped out of the cafeteria door, his whole body was drooping, like a banana leaf beaten by frost.
Today was no exception. The other beastmen finished studying, ate in the cafeteria, and went home, leaving only poor Eric. Under the earnest and loving gazes of Joseph and Luban, he had to study for another hour.
When it finally ended, Max, who had been waiting on the side, stepped forward to pick him up. Joseph and Luban smiled awkwardly at Max and then slipped away.
Even after all this time, seeing such a good potential seedling being snatched away early by this big Snow Wolf, their feelings were still complicated.
"Max," Eric called out sluggishly.
Max sat down beside him, his eyes full of laughter as he looked at Eric’s listless appearance; he found Eric cute to death.
"Still laughing!" Eric puffed his cheeks angrily, his hands pulling at Max’s cheeks.
He had to learn two foreign languages every day, studying until he was mentally and physically exhausted. Max didn’t comfort him, and on top of that, laughed at him.
Heaven knew how miserable he was. Beastmen learning just the Yas common language were already crying out to the heavens and earth, while he had to learn Dwarven as well!
The Yas common language looked like little tadpoles, while the Dwarven script was squarer, always carrying images resembling small hammers and axes, causing him to get confused these past few days, writing messily at the slightest provocation.
Especially the homework - Eric had one more portion than anyone else. Writing characters incorrectly was a common occurrence, but the crux of the matter was that he had proposed this homework himself so everyone could consolidate their level after class. It was truly self-inflicted suffering.
"Alright, don’t be angry anymore. I saw you didn’t eat much just now. What do you want to eat? We’ll go back and make it," Max kissed Eric’s forehead, coaxing him gently.
"Who knew? I finally managed not to work overtime, only to end up having extra classes at night. Just thinking about having one more lesson makes me lose my appetite," Eric huffed, sprawling out on the table.
"You are so smart, you will definitely learn it quickly," Max comforted.
Eric’s mood improved slightly: "Let’s go look at the rabbits. I heard Sam say he and the cubs caught a few live ones, including some baby rabbits. I want to see them."
Max naturally didn’t refuse. He quietly helped Eric pack his things away, then took his hand and led him outside.
Come to think of it, the two of them hadn’t had time for a date since they defined their relationship, so it was no wonder Eric was angry. Every day was busy absorbing new knowledge, doing two sets of homework, and worrying about tribal affairs; he was truly busy from dusk till dawn.
Eric genuinely admired Sam’s abundant spirit.
Although the extra classes also made Sam cry out to the heavens, he still had to cook for everyone in the cafeteria every day. Cooking for so many beastmen was not light work, yet he still had the spirit to lead a group of cubs running around daily, conveniently catching rabbits and wild chickens.
Thanks to them, the number of rabbits and poultry in the livestock farm had increased significantly, growing from the initial thirty-something to fifty or sixty now.
Actually, they caught more than just that. It was mainly because the cubs couldn’t control their sharp fangs and claws, and Sam couldn’t control his strength either, so catching them alive was particularly difficult.
The Snow Wolf cubs and Sam were not even as effective as the Dwarven children. In winter, wild beasts appeared less frequently, and after being stirred up by them, the number caught alive naturally became even smaller.
The young goats were even less skilled at hunting. After becoming familiar with the cubs of the Hadu tribe, when participating in this activity, they basically just hopped around on all fours on the side, acting as the atmosphere squad.
Part of the reason the Horned Goat tribe intended to stay in the Hadu tribe was due to the cubs. Since the young goats arrived here, their spirits had visibly recovered, and they quickly blended in with the other cubs.
Moreover, the people of the Hadu tribe took great care of the Horned Goat cubs. Whether Dwarves or Snow Wolves, they treated these cubs the same, prioritizing them whenever there was something delicious.
The food in the cafeteria was already delicious, and the cooking skills of the Horned Goat people were on par with the Snow Wolves. Eating in the cafeteria felt like an eye-opener, not to mention that Eric was even better at cooking, and the rice he cooked was even tastier.
This little patriarch was very sociable, often making snacks and sweets to coax the cubs, such as mung bean cakes, pumpkin cakes, potato chips, sweet mung bean soup, or floating rice cakes...
The young goats, originally heeding the adults’ warnings, didn’t dare eat the food the little patriarch gave them. But Eric was young, his smile was beautiful and gentle, and the food in his hand smelled incredibly fragrant. They accepted it without any backbone, not even lasting ten minutes.
The intuition of cubs is very sharp, especially beastman cubs; they are born knowing who they can be close to.
This was also the reason why Elder Ki of the Horned Goat tribe directed A Sat and A Khac to find Eric. In fact, before that, their other elders had considered this issue, and after seeing the attitude of the Snow Wolves, they became even more firm in their thinking.
If the Snow Wolves and Dwarves could live together harmoniously, there was no reason their Horned Goat tribe couldn’t.
An elder who had lived for several hundred years like Ki, seeing the Hadu tribe prosper under Eric’s leadership with a peaceful life - and hearing they even planned to start farming like the Ox-Head tribe - wanted to see what such a tribe would become in the future.
The Horned Goat tribe did not lack diligent members, nor were they afraid of hardship. They wanted to be like the Hadu tribe and the Red Grass tribe: even in winter, the cubs could eat their fill, wear warm clothes, and wear comfortable shoes.
Eric walked out of the cafeteria. It was already dark, and there weren’t many beastmen outside. A mischievous idea popped into his mind; he gently pulled on Max’s sleeve, signaling him to lower his head, and whispered something deviously into his ear.
Max smiled helplessly but dotingly and transformed into a giant Snow Wolf on the spot.
Eric happily picked up his clothes and cloth bag, nimbly climbed onto his head, and also transformed into his Snow Wolf form, sitting swaggeringly atop the large Snow Wolf’s head.
Grass and Kevin happened to be on their night patrol shift and saw this scene: "..."
Grass looked expressionlessly at Max carrying Eric on his head, running leisurely past them. Eric even waved a paw in greeting.
