I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 372: Gas’s New Life

The beastmen saw dairy cows for the first time and were very curious, so everyone couldn’t help but take turns visiting the breeding farm, scaring the dairy cows so much that they were incontinent for several days.

It was Gas, the middle-aged man leading the group of slaves raising cows, who tremblingly told Eric.

If they continued to scare them like this, perhaps these dairy cows would be scared to death before they could die from not acclimating to the environment.

That wouldn’t do; it was hard to get the dairy cows they had been looking forward to.

Eric seriously announced to everyone that if they had nothing to do in the future, don’t drag themselves to the farm. If they scared the dairy cows, that beastman would be banned from the canteen for a month!

This punishment could be said to be quite severe. Sure enough, afterwards, the breeding farm became quiet again. Aside from the beastmen feeding and cleaning, only the people rushing to build the cowsheds and dormitories remained.

When the Rabbit tribe first arrived, Eric felt they were timid.

Now having dairy cows and human slaves to compare, Eric felt that the Rabbit tribe didn’t seem that timid after all. After living in the Hadu tribe for a while, their courage had grown; at least they dared to communicate with Snow Wolves and Horned Goat people.

At first, the Rabbit tribe trembled every day to the point of becoming afterimages; they didn’t dare to talk to other beastmen at all.

Eric hoped these human slaves and the dairy cows would be like the Rabbit tribe, able to slowly adapt to life in the Hadu tribe, and not be like now, startled by the slightest rustle of grass in the wind.

The slaves led by Gas couldn’t believe that upon arriving at a strange continent and facing a group of beastmen with terrifying appearances, not only were they not beaten anymore, but they also got a room to stay.

Although the dormitory of the farm was built in a hurry, and whether slaves or small beastmen, they all shared a large room, for the slaves, this was already a dream treatment.

Previously, when they were in charge of raising cows, they could only squeeze in with the cows.

Slaves raising livestock were considered to have good treatment; the fate of serfs was truly miserable. Gas had a slave friend he knew who was sold to a noble family with him.

That friend worked as a serf, while Gas was assigned to the breeding farm because he had raised livestock at home. Serfs worked hard all year round, and the grain was almost all confiscated, leaving only a little, basically not enough to eat.

In winter, the whole family squeezed into a small hut, shivering.

His friend had children, but unfortunately, one froze to death in the cold winter, and the other starved to death.

Although Gas was also very tired, fortunately, in the cold season, he could sleep with the cows. The treatment of cows was much better than slaves; the cowshed was clean and had plenty of dry grass.

When hungry, Gas could steal some beans from the cows, or at worst, eat some grass. He successfully survived, while that serf friend, having lost two children in succession and his wife dying during a difficult birth of the third, had suffered too great a blow when Gas last saw him.

His eyes had lost their spirit, his whole body was emaciated beyond recognition; clearly alive, but he looked like a ghost summoned by dark magic.

Later, because Gas was good at raising cows, when President Corbin of the Halun merchant group bought dairy cows, his owner, to curry favor with the other party, sold both the slaves and the dairy cows. The valuable things were the dairy cows; Gas was just a throw-in item.

For so many years, he didn’t start a family, not wanting to experience his friend’s fate. Dairy cows were his companions; in winter they could provide warmth, and when hungry they could provide food.

Gas thought that just surviving in this life was the greatest luck, but he didn’t expect the God of Light to disagree with even such a simple request.

The Halun merchant group took the dairy cows and slaves like them onto a cargo ship bound for the Cursed Land. On the way, some slaves couldn’t hold on and fell ill; they were all close friends of Gas.

But because they were sick and there was fear of infecting other "goods," they were thrown directly into the sea.

Fate seemed too cruel. Gas dared not recall how vaguely he lived those days on the sea.

In the dark cargo hold, apart from times taking the dairy cows out for a walk, they almost never saw light all day. Beside them, apart from desperate friends, was the vast ocean.

Regarding the beastmen of the Cursed Land, Gas, even as a slave, had heard legends about them; none of which failed to prove the brutality and ferocity of beastmen.

Forced to bring his lucky surviving friends and the familiar herd of cows to this beastman tribe, everything was far from what Gas imagined. Beastmen were indeed taller and more mighty than humans, but they were not as ferocious as in the legends.

Three days passed, and slaves like them not only had a place to live, ate strange but delicious food every day, but hadn’t even been beaten once.

Gas could feel that the beastmen actually didn’t like them, but didn’t harm them either. They built sturdy houses for the slaves, not makeshift huts, and the food allowed them to eat their fill.

Heaven knew how many years it had been since slaves like them had eaten dinner. In the eyes of nobles, slaves were not even equal to livestock; as long as they didn’t starve to death, it was fine, so naturally, leftover food wouldn’t be wasted on them.

After the first delicious and full meal, the slaves couldn’t even help crying out loud.

Unexpectedly, the first full meal in their lives was given by the beastmen of the Cursed Land, and the first bed they slept on was also made by beastmen.

Although Gas was older and more mature, sometimes he also doubted if all this was a dream, or an illusion before his death.

"Gas, your lunch has been brought. Pause your work and come over to eat."

A Cat beastman easily carried two large ceramic jars containing rice and food over, gently put them down, and then untied the bundle on his back, revealing the steaming hot baked buns inside.

Gas stopped mixing the grass, put on an ingratiating smile, and walked over: "Thank you for your trouble, Sir. Thank you."

Saying that, fearing the beastman would get angry because of their delay, he turned back and shouted, calling all the slaves over.

There were more than fifty slaves in the breeding farm, all able-bodied young men.

The oldest was Gas, who was not over thirty; those who were older either couldn’t survive the journey or had been eliminated beforehand.

Everyone’s movements were very fast; harboring thoughts similar to Gas, they quickly gathered. These slaves didn’t dare to breathe loudly, afraid that doing something wrong would shatter this beautiful dream.

Opening the lid, today was a hot stew: cabbage rolls with meat stewed with vermicelli. The other jar was full of potatoes and radishes stewed with rabbit meat, plus fluffy wheat flour buns, making the slaves drool with craving.