I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 295: The Fear of Being Abandoned

Afraid of scaring the rabbits again, Eric tried to lower his voice and asked carefully. Just now, he had been distracted and forgotten about the rabbits, so he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.

"I, we want, want..." The timid lop-eared rabbit girl almost cried out loud, stuttering over a few words without speaking clearly.

The other rabbits glared at her helplessly. Didn’t everyone discuss it properly beforehand?

But angry as they were, they dared not stand out to speak even more, so they could only peek secretly, signaling her to speak quickly.

Hearing the clear voice of a young girl by his ear, Eric didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, thinking, how scary could a kid like him be? He even deliberately used his original form, appearing not even half the size of the lop-eared rabbit in front of him.

"It’s okay, just speak."

The lop-eared rabbit girl’s eyes were teary: "We can help, help work. Don’t look at us being small, we are also very good at digging holes..."

So it was this matter. It seemed they still took Arthur’s words from before to heart, that their small stature couldn’t do any work. Eric suddenly realized.

"Of course you can. There is so much work in the tribe, there is always work suitable for you, don’t force it. But don’t rush, you guys just rest for a few days first."

The newly joined beastmen had just experienced life and death; having them work on the first day they arrived - Eric didn’t want to become a cruel exploiter.

Moreover, the state of these rabbit girls could easily cause misunderstandings. Eric secretly retreated two steps; he didn’t bully rabbits...

The lop-eared rabbit girl looked as if she would burst into tears the next second; she hesitated a bit and said: "Please let us work..."

Cold sweat broke out, and Eric retreated a few more steps, momentarily not knowing how to answer. Heaven and Earth as witnesses, he really didn’t bully the new rabbits!

The elderly Horned Goat person, Mr. Kenya, planned to push a cart of earth near the kiln to mix mud. He happened to turn his head and see Eric, so he laughed heartily and greeted him:

"Little Patriarch, what are you doing? Was this group of rabbits also rescued?"

The beastmen and Dwarves bowing their heads to work looked up; someone poked half a body out of the pipe; countless pairs of eyes looked toward the Rabbit tribe beastmen in unison.

The leading lop-eared rabbit girl retreated several steps with a whoosh, and the whole group of rabbits huddled together again, heads touching heads, trembling uncontrollably.

Eric sighed, squeezing out to block in front of the rabbits, introducing them to the tribesmen: "These are our new members, quite shy, everyone be careful not to scare them."

"Really rescued and brought to our tribe?" Mr. Kenya was surprised. He just said it casually; unexpectedly, these rabbits were really rescued?

Hadn’t the Rabbit tribe already submitted to the Golden Kingdom? This thought appeared in everyone’s mind simultaneously.

The tribesmen’s thoughts were almost written all over their faces, so Eric had to speak vaguely: "Not just this many, there are more behind. Anyway, they are all our new members now; let’s talk later."

A group of rabbits shrank behind Eric’s back, daring not to speak for a long time. Eric also had no choice but to signal everyone to continue working.

Although the tribesmen were suspicious, they obediently returned to their positions, exchanging glances with each other while working.

Back then, the Rabbit tribe was persuaded by the Golden Lion tribe and other beastmen, hoping that after establishing the kingdom, they could live a stable life. Unfortunately, over these years, beastmen had successively learned about the kingdom’s deeds; the Rabbit tribe’s decision back then had pushed the whole tribe into a difficult position.

The life of small beastmen was inherently very difficult. If not for reproducing quickly, perhaps the Rabbit tribe would have long disappeared from the Illusion Dream Continent.

The weather improved, and Bruno no longer knitted sweaters but dug trenches with everyone. At this moment, he couldn’t help mumbling:

"There are more behind, don’t know how many people. Fortunately, we have to farm this year; otherwise, the food wouldn’t be enough."

Tang was also here helping; his strong arm swung the iron shovel to dig the soil, answering without turning his head:

"Besides food, bricks and tiles also have to be fired more. With more people, more houses surely need to be built."

The rabbits’ ears kept twitching to listen, and the more they listened, the more dejected they became.

They found a chance to escape in a hurry, carrying few things on them, and even less dry food. Fortunately, there was plenty of food in spring; finally, they didn’t starve to death on the road.

On the escape route, besides fearing being caught by warriors and sold to humans, they also had to be careful of attacks by monster beasts. The Rabbit tribe was weak and had sacrificed quite a few tribesmen to get here.

Unexpectedly, all the effort spent was in vain; running so far, they were still caught by the Tiger warriors. Fortunately, the Snow Wolf people were willing to pay a high price to buy them back. They would rather die in the mouths of monster beasts than be sold to humans as slaves.

But they had nothing on them, and now they had to eat the Snow Wolf people’s food and use whatever bricks to build houses. A group of rabbits became more panicked the more they listened. If the Hadu tribe people felt they were useless, maybe they wouldn’t want to trade with the Tiger tribe anymore and would kick them out.

By then, it would truly be a life worse than death. Humans had so many methods, and falling into their hands with the identity of slaves, one could almost guess what they would have to endure.

Trembling for a long time, the group of rabbits hugged their heads and cried silently for a while. The weeping was soft, not daring to let others hear, only tears as big as beans falling to the ground.

Eric raised his claws in front, making a helpless "stop" gesture. So many rabbits crying together, did you want to drown the Hadu tribe!

He was extremely anxious, not knowing how to comfort these rabbit girls who cried so easily, so anxious that he scratched the back of his neck: "Don’t cry anymore! If you want to dig, just go dig; as long as you don’t cry, anything is fine."

After crying for a while, the group of rabbits wiped their tears, turning their heads to look at Eric simultaneously.

It was still the lop-eared rabbit girl with guts slightly larger than her kin who took a small step forward: "Re-really?"

Eric considered his patience completely worn down by them today, saying weakly: "Of course, do whatever you want, don’t keep crying. In the future, everyone is a tribesman of the same tribe."

He didn’t know if these words were effective. Thinking back to those years, the Golden Kingdom probably said these words too, and now they wanted to sell the Rabbit tribe as goods.

It was useless to say anything now; better just let them move freely. As long as they lived together well and integrated, they would slowly know he didn’t deceive rabbits.

"Thank, thank you, Little Patriarch. My name is Hieu, from the Lop-eared Rabbit tribe. We also know how to plant radishes; you will definitely like eating them." The lop-eared rabbit girl summoned up her courage to continue.

At least there was one among the rabbits who could talk. Although in Eric’s eyes, this rabbit girl wasn’t bold anywhere, at least she could communicate; the other rabbits were even more timid.

Eric tried to smile and said: "Sure, I like radishes. The Hadu tribe has plowed land; when the time comes, we will allocate a piece to you. You can use it to plant radishes, plant as many as possible."

Finally having work to do, the group of rabbits nodded lightly, both timidly and happily.