I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 383: Benevolence

Gas followed his gaze, feeling apprehensive, and guessed wildly:

"Although they are won, they work very well and were also the first to learn how to make chewy yogurt, so I let them stay to work."

Not knowing the situation of the beastman tribe, Gas knew well that human nations had deep prejudices against won. He was afraid this Clan Chief would be angry because of it.

"To be able to continuously stir a pot of chewy yogurt, the arm strength required isn’t small. It seems they are capable workers. You really know how to pick people," Eric praised, not catching the hidden aning in his words.

Cold sweat broke out on Gas’s forehead. Hearing this, he was stunned, only then realizing that Eric wasn’t paying extra attention due to gender at all.

The number of won was so small; Eric felt a bit regretful. Won worked ticulously and were skilled at sewing; cooking surely wouldn’t be difficult for them either. He had planned to open a small canteen in the farm to save running back and forth.

The breeding farm wasn’t considered far from the tribe, but the straight-line distance was nearly ten kiloters. If it were any closer, the sll would drift to the tribe, and the Snow Wolves with their sensitive noses wouldn’t be able to stand it.

It wasn’t the busy farming season now, so beastn from the dining hall could bring food here. If there was a busy day, people from the breeding farm walking ten kiloters to eat would not only waste ti, but they would also probably digest everything on the walk back.

It was a pity that, including the slaves growing cotton, there were only a dozen or so won, all of whom had co here with their husbands.

Thinking about it, it made sense. For won in this era, especially with slave status, there was no way to survive without support, let alone being brought to this distant Fantasy Continent.

Currently, manpower was still very short. The breeding farm had four hundred cows, and these few dozen slaves were very busy every day. With the addition of new dairy products, he feared a separate canteen couldn’t be opened for the ti being.

Eric planned to let them adapt for a while longer. After they got used to life here, he would send so smaller-type beastn to work with them.

There would definitely be only one canteen for the breeding farm; the beastn in charge of the rabbit, chicken, and duck hutches would also eat together. Humans would sooner or later have to get used to living with beastn.

"Yes, they are indeed very capable," Gas said, bowing.

Arthur walked up to the newly made chewy yogurt that hadn’t yet set, broke off a piece with his hand, and put it in his mouth.

"This is chewy yogurt made from cow’s milk. Later, take the finished ones back for the clan mbers to share. We’ll have snacks in the future too," Eric said happily.

"Snacks?" Arthur repeated in confusion.

Eric smiled and said: "They are foods eaten outside of main als, similar to afternoon tea but less formal, showing that our lives are getting better and better."

In his words and attitude, he didn’t exclude Arthur.

A hint of warmth appeared on Arthur’s handso face, and he laughed: "We are indeed living better and better."

The surrounding slaves lowered their heads, swallowing saliva in envy.

They spent ti and effort working all day, the rich aroma of milk lingering under their noses, but they didn’t dare steal a single bite.

Partly because Gas looked very strict, and partly because they didn’t dare. If discovered by these beastn, they would surely be torn to pieces and fed to wild beasts.

The Hadu tribe was benevolent enough to them, giving them enough to eat and wear, and even separate houses to live in. These slaves all tried their best to perform well, not just for their lives but also to continue living such a good life.

Walking around the finished products, Eric muttered: "If we had molds, they would look exactly like the ones sold."

Having decided to make chewy yogurt on a whim, they didn’t have suitable molds and used bowls and basins, so the shapes weren’t uniform. But for eating it themselves, it was perfectly fine.

Ones sold...

A suspicion arose in Arthur’s heart. He had never eaten this cheese-like food, let alone seen it sold on this Fantasy Continent.

There was always a layer of fog on this Snow Wolf cub that couldn’t be seen through. He was both curious and uncontrollably attracted.

"You guys keep a basin to eat every day too; beastn will co to collect the rest."

Eric pointed to a large basin of chewy yogurt and said to Gas and the other slaves.

This basin must have weighed twenty or thirty catties. Chewy yogurt was just a snack; dividing it among the slaves here would give them quite a lot.

Gas was so happy his eyes widened, thanking him in disbelief: "Thank you, great Lord Clan Chief, you are too generous!"

Under the stewardship of the noble lord before, if they ate even one extra bean, they would be whipped, let alone getting such fresh and delicious food...

As slaves, Gas and the others previously didn’t even have the right to eat hot food because they didn’t have the right to use firewood.

The others were also extrely happy, simultaneously bowing and placing their hands over their chests.

"Thank you for your generosity; the great God of Light will bless you..."

"Thank you, Lord Clan Chief; your benevolent heart is brighter than the stars in the sky."

Sowhat hollow praises poured from their mouths, and Eric grimaced, taking a few steps back.

He even saw so people crying tears of joy over this bit of chewy yogurt. For a mont, besides embarrassnt, Eric felt very complicated inside.

In this era, these slaves were so happy over just a little food; he didn’t know what kind of days they had lived before. Eric thought of the historical movies he had seen and felt a bit uncomfortable.

"You guys continue working," Eric hurriedly left a sentence and walked away holding several basins of chewy yogurt. Arthur stacked the remaining basins and carried an armful.

Before leaving, Eric conveniently left a basin for Jessica and the beastn at the rabbit hutch.

"Must have Bruno lead people to expand the dormitory. n and won living together easily causes conflict. Married couples should have couple dormitories built for them. They don’t need to be too big; humans have a small range of activity."

Walking on the road back to the tribe, Eric was still muttering about places that needed improvent in the breeding farm.

First was the dormitory. Before, it was his oversight; since there were won, it was best for them to live separately. Humans were different from beastn; he didn’t want to see argunts arising between them later.

Right now, they didn’t have the mind for it, living in fear every day. Later, when they got used to it and lived better, disputes would definitely arise.

Eric had once been human; he understood better than anyone. When poor, people didn’t care about other things, only basic survival needs. But if they had free ti and lived better, conflicts would co.

"You care a lot about these people."

Arthur’s voice ca from behind.

Eric looked up at him and smiled: "Although it’s a bit arrogant, all races look the sa in my eyes."

This mindset wasn’t what was called being a ’saint’; it was just because Eric had been human, was now a beastman, and had unintentionally picked up Elves and Dragons.

After direct contact, he discovered they were all creatures of flesh and blood, with emotions.

Arthur’s face was hidden by the basins, leaving only complex and focused eyes glued to Eric.

His eyes unintentionally turned dark gold again, reflecting Eric’s silhouette in his pupils as if only he existed in the world.

"Then am I the sa as them?"

"Of course you are different; you eat more than them," Eric turned his head in surprise, pretending to be serious.

The cheesy atmosphere instantly shattered like a bubble. Arthur didn’t say a word and sped up his pace.

Really can’t take a joke. Eric suppressed a laugh and chased after him: "Alright, alright, being able to eat is a blessing..."