I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 318: Showing Sincerity
"Eric says we don’t need to eat rotten meat this winter. Surplus meat every day is made into salted meat. I secretly smelled it; the scent is very fragrant, not a hint of rot."
The tall, silly Snow Wolf male beastman laughed, almost drooling as he recalled the scent from that time.
The Tiger person couldn’t help but agree: "The food your tribe makes is truly delicious. But could it be just because of that that the child was made patriarch?"
Another Tiger warrior couldn’t stand it and elbowed him:
"Are you stupid? Didn’t you hear that no beastman went hungry here last winter? Back then, we rarely got to eat our fill in winter; every time winter came, the patriarch worried himself sick."
Difficult survival was also a major reason driving the Tiger tribe’s determination to join the Golden Lion tribe and other beastmen to establish a kingdom.
Now they didn’t have to worry about food and clothing, but to achieve this, other beastman tribes on the continent still faced many hardships.
A female Tiger with a fit figure and toned muscles looked at the two of them as if looking at fools:
"Don’t look down on him just because he is a child; he is much more capable than you guys. Look at those new houses over there; I heard they are all new materials made according to his will. The Dwarves even said this type of house is more comfortable than stone houses and wooden houses."
The people of the Hadu tribe originally didn’t want outsiders to pay too much attention to them, but as life became more comfortable day by day, they couldn’t help but want to boast a little to these beastmen from the kingdom who were always arrogant.
They only spoke of what could be seen with the naked eye, but just those things were enough to make them feel proud and cause the Tiger humans to develop a bit of envy.
Actually, since arriving at this tribe, the Tiger warriors could already feel a marked difference compared to other tribes. This place was filled with a positive atmosphere of striving upwards every day; everything they saw was bursting with vitality.
Eric led a small tail of mixed tribes through the tribe, attracting the eyes of tribesmen on the road.
"Eric, going to play? or practicing hunting again?" Bruno was fitting an iron pipe into the pipeline; seeing Eric pass by, he asked with a smile.
In the Hadu tribe, the person most loved by the children was undoubtedly Eric. Whenever the tribe had a bit of free time, everyone would see him leading a group of children back and forth. Along with the population increase of the tribe, the number of children also grew, so the tail behind Eric grew longer accordingly.
This time, among the small beastmen rescued, only Mun was a child. Otherwise, the small tail army would have added another member.
Eric naturally didn’t forget the little black cat girl. Being the only child among hundreds of small beastmen, one could imagine how lonely she was.
The number of potatoes used for seeding had diminished greatly; from several large mountains, it was now just a small hill. The Rabbit tribe held scale knives, while the Rat and Cat tribes had claws. Although the sharpness varied, cutting potatoes was no problem. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Everyone was working hard. Hieu and Vien occasionally stood up from the pile of potatoes, walking a round among the tribesmen to see if anyone cut incorrectly. Seeing no problems, the two returned to their original spots to continue working.
Eric was very satisfied with their dedication. He swept his eyes around the crowd, quickly finding Mun nestling at the feet of a middle-aged Cat person. The little black cat lay on her back there, constantly using her hind legs to kick a water ball, looking like she was performing a circus act.
"Mun!" He called out loudly towards that direction.
The call startled the beastmen engrossed in work, who all looked over. Mun was startled, her hind legs kicking hard; the water ball slipped from her claws and flew far away.
She didn’t have time to pick up the water ball, standing up in surprise, not knowing what business this little patriarch had calling her name.
Tam gently patted the back of the girl who was starting to fluff up from wariness, then carefully stood up to answer: "Patriarch, do you have business calling her?"
The Cat tribe had only arrived a few days ago; having wariness was normal, so Eric naturally wouldn’t get angry. He was about to speak when A Mat, still maintaining the form of a small snake at his feet, stretched up his upper body, speaking happily:
"Of course it’s to go play! Grandpa, look, she is only playing alone; how pitiful. Eric wants to take us to dig grass to eat. Grandpa, let her come with us!"
Digging grass to eat... The corner of Eric’s mouth twitched. It turned out his action of picking wild vegetables looked like a lunatic’s behavior in the eyes of others...
A little Horned Goat kid looked displeased, gently butting Honey with his head: "Said it so many times, vegetables and weeds are not the same. You guys can’t even distinguish this."
"Right, right, Eric is still the best, able to find edible green vegetables like us." Another little Horned Goat agreed.
If he were in human form, Honey would definitely pout: "I am not a herbivorous Snake tribe; green vegetables or weeds are all grass in our eyes."
This was the generation gap between carnivores and herbivores. It didn’t matter; sooner or later the tribesmen would become omnivores. Even now, they had changed quite a bit, Eric consoled himself.
Tam’s tense expression relaxed. Looking at Mun at his feet, he could feel the girl hesitating, no longer having the attitude of resisting outsiders like before. He understood in his heart.
He squatted down, using his hand to gently nudge Mun’s bottom:
"Go, child. The patriarch and friends are waiting for you. If we have to live here in the future, I think you can’t be alone forever. Look, there are so many little friends over there."
If Eric had come alone today or brought other adult beastmen, Tam wouldn’t have let down his guard so easily. But children were a tribe’s most precious asset. Eric bringing a group of children to call Mun showed his sincerity.
Eric didn’t think that much. He simply suddenly wanted to go for a picnic, happened to walk here, and remembered there was still a child he hadn’t invited. He worried she would be lonely and unable to integrate with the other children, so he conveniently created an opportunity.
Mun hesitated a few times, the fur on her body smoothing back down. She rolled her eyes around the group of little Snow Wolves, little Horned Goats, a little snake, and even Dwarven children.
Finally, she couldn’t resist the longing in her heart to play with children of the same age. she stepped forward but didn’t dare get too close.
Eric smiled, waved goodbye to the other beastmen, and led the children ahead. Only then did Mun tag along at the very back, looking back once every three steps.
Kittens were like that. Only when they completely discarded their wariness would they agree to interact directly with people; otherwise, don’t even dream of touching them.
Before, Eric used to occasionally go out to feed stray cats in the canteen area, so he understood the personality of this animal very well.
Heading southeast, there was a grassy field near the riverbank. The water and grass there were lush, and many types of plants grew. Last autumn, Eric found a lot of wild vegetables here, dried them, and stored them in the cellar. Thanks to that, his family didn’t lack vitamins all winter.
The Dwarven children very consciously brought small hoes and shovels, while the other children naturally buried their heads using claws to dig.
The Horned Goat children were vegetarians, so they recognized even more edible green leafy vegetables than the transmigrator Eric. He only remembered shepherd’s purse and dandelions that his grandmother used to feed him, while he didn’t know which of the plants endemic to this world were edible and which were poisonous.
The shepherd’s purse here had leaves both wide and thick. A whole plant pulled up was the size of two hands; one could tell at a glance it was very fresh and juicy. Eric remembered the shepherd’s purse dumplings and cudweed sticky rice from the breakfast auntie near the school gate, and he almost drooled.
