I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 263: The Little Snake Wakens

When the brick kiln of the Gray tribe was about to be completed, over at the Hadu tribe, A Mat, who was sleeping soundly, also felt the breath of spring and woke up from her long hibernation.

At this time, the tribe’s land reclamation work was more than half done. Eric was no longer worried about that side and focused every day on leading the cubs to mold mud bricks.

Today, he was sitting cross-legged, intending to try modeling a tea set. Modeling other things was fine, but this type requiring delicacy took a bit of effort. After struggling for a long time, he finally finished modeling a rather rustic tea set.

This size was for human use. Placed among a pile of Snow Wolf pottery, it looked no different from a child’s toy set, but it fit just right for Dwarves.

Eric originally planned to mold a whole set to see; if not bad, maybe it could also become goods to trade with humans. Now seeing the finished product, he was silent for a moment and then dismissed the idea entirely.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from the grass nearby. Eric had hated snakes since childhood so he was very sensitive to this sound; instinctively, he grabbed a lump of mud and threw it.

"Eric... ouch!"

Snake not yet seen, a sweet familiar voice reached his ears. Eric immediately jumped up, ran to the grass, and parted the leaves, revealing a small red-and-black banded snake inside.

What was notable was that a lump of mud stuck to the top of the little snake’s head, covering the whole head.

Ugh, next to Eric’s hand was all soft mud used for molding pottery bases...

He hurriedly intended to reach out to remove the mud, but A Mat was one step faster and transformed into human form.

She raised her chubby little hand to wipe wildly, then looked up at Eric with a tearful, smudged face:

"Why did you throw mud at me?"

"I didn’t expect it to be you. Mat, you finally woke up! Your tribe really knows how to sleep late; spring has been here for over a month. Your tribe really knows how to save food." Eric took off his coat to wrap around A Mat, then held her in his arms.

He was still wondering why there was a snake here in this season...

A Mat immediately forgot about being hit with mud, rubbed her eyes, her voice sleepy:

"Sleeping was too comfortable, so I accidentally overslept. I never woke up this late before."

Of course, Eric wrapped her in thick animal skins and placed her on a warm heated bed; naturally, it was comfortable.

"Alright, Mat, your family must be very worried about you. Originally, we planned to take you home on the way, but then you fell asleep, so I had to bring you back to our tribe."

Eric helplessly rubbed A Mat’s soft face. Except for her body temperature being slightly low, this chubby, cute little kid really didn’t look like the Snake tribe at all.

Mentioning this, A Mat’s mood dropped: "I miss my parents too."

Waking up from a long sleep, she found the surrounding environment extremely unfamiliar, with not a soul in sight. If the air hadn’t carried a familiar scent, she would have definitely burst into tears.

A Mat followed the scent of the older brother who had saved her to find this place, but as soon as she saw Eric, she was thrown a lump of mud in the face.

Eric also felt a bit awkward, but seeing A Mat’s sad appearance, he hurriedly comforted her: "Alright, I will think of a way to take you home."

Leo, over there making mud bricks with the other little friends, heard his brother talking. The boy curiously looked towards his brother and was surprised to find a tiny beastman in his brother’s arms.

"Eric, is this the little snake from our house!"

Curiously running over, Leo sniffed from top to bottom and then confirmed.

"Leo’s nose is really sharp. This is A Mat whom I told you about; she just woke up from hibernation." Eric smiled and rubbed the boy’s short blond hair.

Beastmen were more convenient acting in animal form when young, so Leo spent most of his time as a golden lion, but claws weren’t as easy to use as hands when making mud bricks.

Recently, whether little lambs or little wolves, they all kept their teenage forms, obediently sitting there making mud bricks with the Dwarf children.

Normally they would play with Dwarf children in animal form. Everyone was innocent in mind and looked even smaller than Dwarf children, but once transformed into human form, they were slightly taller than adult Dwarves.

It was a wonder how that fatty Tullte dared to lie on top of Robin normally.

Leo pulled Eric’s sleeve looking up, curiously poking A Mat’s exposed little foot: "She looks so small, still a baby snake."

The Hadu tribe hadn’t had beast cubs born for over ten years; Leo was the youngest in this group. Don’t look at the others’ innocent minds; actually, they were only a few years younger than Eric.

It was still the boy’s first time seeing such a small beast cub.

Although A Mat had never met Leo, she felt this beastman’s scent was very familiar; after all, they had shared a heated bed for months.

Seeing A Mat didn’t seem to reject Leo, Eric went home to get clothes for her, letting Leo and the others take her to play together.

No beast cub could refuse the charm of mud; A Mat quickly blended in with the group.

Her human form was even more immature than Dwarf children, so everyone yielded to her. A Mat played very happily, temporarily forgetting her homesickness.

The beastmen were too tired recently; almost no one came back for dinner, mostly asking people to bring it back to the tribe.

Bringing dinner to the fields was no longer a popular errand like lunch. After all, at noon beastmen still had the energy to run back and forth, conveniently taking a lazy break, but by night, everyone didn’t even want to lift a leg.

Max was stronger than the other beastmen, just that he was also exhausted lately. This was the first time Eric saw fatigue on his face; even going out to sea before didn’t make him this tired.

The two Ox-Head tribe members, Balu and Kiet, were in the best state. They had farmed for many years and knew how to use their strength to save energy, plus their racial advantage was there.

Although the Dwarves didn’t busy themselves in the fields, the cooking work exhausted them. The beastmen’s appetite once unleashed was terrifyingly large.

Every day, these Dwarves could only rest at night; during the day, if they weren’t cooking, they were on the way to prepare ingredients.

Just washing dishes was enough work for them. Beastmen ate a lot, so the number of bowls used was naturally large, and they were all big sizes. Dwarves even had to stand on stools while washing ceramic pots; if not careful, it was easy to fall inside - a scene both funny and tear-jerking.

Eric would occasionally go over to help. The "washing machine" magic he researched was very convenient for washing dishes. Through this period of practice, his magic level had also improved significantly, and the range of magic use had expanded.

If he didn’t restrain it a bit, this magic could now be used as an attack spell. Besides expanding the range, the force of the water tornado had also increased; if not restrained, the ceramic pots would all break.

At dinner, Max still had some strength to go get food with the two Ox-Head tribe members. Eric took the opportunity to lead A Mat to find Max.

"Snake tribe?"

"A cub?"

Seeing Eric appear in the cafeteria holding A Mat, Balu and Kiet exclaimed in surprise simultaneously.