I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 379: New Responsibility

Like a pie falling from the sky, landing right on a starving wanderer.

Gas could hardly believe his ears.

He was just a slave. Even though life had become much better after arriving here, he didn’t dare dream of a normal life.

This young beastman patriarch easily taught him a skill sufficient for a normal person to support a family, and even said he would entrust this task to him, giving him authority.

This treatment was almost better than the job of a commoner!

Even if working for beastmen yielded no gold coins, this was already something Gas couldn’t even pray for.

At least with this job, he could hold his head high.

His rough hands trembled.

It took a long time for Gas to calm down a little. Wiping away the tears that flowed unconsciously, he bowed deeply, the top of his head nearly touching the ground.

"Thank you, thank you, Patriarch. I will definitely do this job well!"

Wasn’t this too formal?

Eric held a piece of solid yogurt in his mouth, feeling a bit at a loss.

Having lived here for a while, Eric no longer had the same mindset as when he first arrived. He was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly swallowed the solid yogurt in his mouth:

"Alright, alright, it’s nothing. I was even worried about increasing the workload for everyone."

Gas said gratefully: "Before, when we worked for the noble lords, there was much more work than here. Besides dairy cows, there were also many horses and sheep for us to raise.

We never had hot rice to eat, nor were we ever full; our dwelling was the cow shed or sheep pen. It’s already a dreamlike life here; we are very grateful to you."

When looking at these slaves initially, their condition was indeed terrible.

This was with Corbin being relatively benevolent, and because he had to deliver them alive to the Hadu tribe, their previous lives could only have been worse.

The more Eric thought about it, the more he felt the people here were pitiful.

Living for thirty years in modern society in his previous life, he couldn’t deny the pressure was huge, but compared to here, it wasn’t on the same level at all.

At least his country’s happiness index ranked forty-sixth in the world. If you wanted to work, you worked; if not, you could quit and ride for Grab, do delivery, or freelance work.

But here, you couldn’t. Commoners were better off, but slaves weren’t even as happy as the livestock raised by nobles.

Especially women; after becoming slaves, they were the most miserable. With luck, they stayed with their family to work; with bad luck, they were lonely, or even arbitrarily humiliated by all sorts of people.

The slaves brought by Corbin and the cotton-planting slaves brought by Henry totaled over a hundred people, but among them, only a few were women, and all were middle-aged.

Perhaps the young ones had long been forced to serve their masters in other ways.

Having been human, Eric’s compassion for humans was always stronger than other beastmen; he secretly pitied them in his heart.

These slaves’ luck could be considered good; at least they survived to reach the Hadu tribe.

Eric couldn’t guarantee other things, but at least the beastmen and Dwarves wouldn’t treat them as slaves. From now on, these people were also members of the tribe.

It was just that they had recently joined, and Eric wasn’t sure if there were people with dishonest hearts or malicious intent among them.

One cannot be without a guard against others; for the time being, vigilance couldn’t be relaxed with these people. But to see if they had other intentions, naturally, they had to be given opportunities appropriately.

The dairy product factory was just right for testing their loyalty, to see if anyone among these people would betray the beastmen for gold coins.

Humans were thousands of miles away, separated by the ocean and the blockade lines of the Elf tribe and the Golden Kingdom. Even if they learned something, the impact on the Hadu tribe wouldn’t be significant.

Just that now all aspects of the tribe were in a development stage; it was better to be careful.

Eric couldn’t be blamed for overthinking; it was just that the Human race, despite short lifespans, could live prosperously anywhere for a reason - they had more schemes than other races.

He was human himself; how could he not understand his compatriots?

"This milk has fermented enough. Make it all into solid yogurt today. Go call a few people to work together," Eric said to Gas.

Gas bowed respectfully and replied: "Yes."

Eric went to the rabbit pen area and called a beastman who was cleaning manure: "You are from the Mouse tribe, right? Return to the tribe with me first to move some things to the cow shed."

The Mouse tribe beastman was a middle-aged woman; Eric remembered her name was Kara.

When slicing potatoes, her speed was the fastest.

This time the ranch recruited staff, and she also actively came here to work.

Kara looked at Eric with kind eyes, having a very good impression of the little patriarch who gave them a new life. Without saying a second word, she agreed: "Alright."

She didn’t ask much either.

Calling a few more beastmen, they carried today’s fresh milk to the canteen; otherwise, it would smell if left a bit longer.

Don’t look at bagged milk staying open for a day without issue; fresh milk spoiled incredibly fast.

Eric remembered that bought fresh milk must be boiled first; that way, it could be kept for a few more hours. Otherwise, milk expressed in the morning would be sour by the afternoon.

Yesterday’s milk also smelled, just that it hadn’t fully fermented; it needed another day before it could be made into solid yogurt.

Just today, there were over three tons of milk.

Eric led several beastmen running back and forth several times before moving it all to the canteen.

The staff recruited by the ranch were all small-sized beastmen. Feeding animals and cleaning up, they could handle it.

On this point, Eric prioritized choosing weaker people. With many tribes living together, there would definitely be class divisions.

Eric couldn’t completely avoid it, but he tried to let each race utilize its advantages, weakening this class division.

He had seen reverse cases; causing racial and ethnic discrimination would not end well, and the stability of the tribe would definitely be affected.

"Alright, Kara, just take these pots and pans to the human area." Eric rummaged through a pile of pots and pans from the Dwarves, stacked them up, tied them tightly with vines, and placed them on the back of Kara, who had transformed into beast form.

The large brown mouse, several people tall, nodded steadily and quickly carried the things, running towards the ranch.

Small-sized beastmen, although their beast forms weren’t as huge as large-sized beastmen who could be the size of several houses, were still several sizes larger than ordinary wild beasts.

Large cats and large mice appearing in the same tribe - Eric sometimes felt confused, as if he had traveled to a fairy tale world.

He wasn’t afraid of mice, just that seeing such a large mouse always felt a bit creepy.

But large cats were different. Every time Eric passed by, as long as he saw the Cat tribe transformed into their original forms, he couldn’t help but want to dive into their soft fur.

"What do you need so many pots for?" Bruno passed by carrying an axe and asked in confusion.

Eric took out a piece of solid yogurt wrapped in linen cloth from his chest, broke off a piece, and put it into Bruno’s mouth: "For people to use milk to make this solid yogurt, of course."

"Mmm." Bruno hadn’t drunk milk for a long time. Eating the piece of solid yogurt fragrant with milk, he couldn’t help closing his eyes and chewing: "This is called solid yogurt? It’s a bit like cheese, but tastier than cheese, not pungent."

Human development in the other world was relatively backward. The cheese made didn’t suit the mass taste like the improved cheese of modern times.

Some households made cheese with a strong smell like blue cheese; ordinary people really couldn’t eat it.

"There is also milk. If you want to drink, go straight to the canteen; there will be milk every day from now on," Eric said with a smile.