I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 227: Farming Dreams

"How about this? Wait for him to wake up and just let him spend the winter in my old house. In the spring, the Halun merchant group will come by again. At that time, let them take Arthur away."

Eric thought it over and could only come up with a compromise like this, speaking while observing Evan’s expression.

But then again, if Evan wasn’t being hunted as he had imagined, did that mean he would also return to the human world...

Eric felt a bit reluctant. Evan had taught him magic, helped take care of Leo when he was busy, and occasionally cooked for him.

Evan’s eyes were coldly dangerous, but after a while, as if thinking of something, he said indifferently: "It’s fine, just keep him. I also have things to ask him."

"Then do you need to go back? If you want to go home, I’m quite close with the leader of the Halun merchant group, I can ask him to help take you back..." Eric hesitated for a moment but finally asked.

Looking at him in surprise, Evan’s expression melted like ice: "No need to worry about this. I’m not going back for the time being."

Not knowing whether to breathe a sigh of relief or not, Eric smiled and nodded.

Arthur successfully stayed in the tribe. Seeing that he wasn’t injured but just fainted from hunger, Eric cooked some thin porridge. Kevin was in charge of pinching his mouth open, and Eric held the bowl to pour a bowl of porridge into Arthur.

Not knowing when this person would wake up, Eric told Kevin to go tidy up the earthen house roughly. The Horned Goat people who were seriously injured had moved in with their clansmen after recovering mostly, so the earthen house was empty again, just right for Arthur to stay.

Conditions in the earthen house were a bit harsh for humans, but Arthur had been in the trap for who knows how long without any signs of frostbite on his body. Eric saw that the clothes he wore were not of thick material, proving he was also very resistant to cold, so staying in the earthen house shouldn’t be a problem.

Who told him to have a grudge against Evan? Evan agreeing to let him stay here was already very kind. If Evan didn’t want Arthur to stay in the tribe, Eric wouldn’t deliberately go against his wishes. After all, Evan had helped him a lot and treated him very well.

Just now, Eric had thought that if Evan really didn’t like him, they could just have people take Arthur to the Ox-Head tribe first, and wait for spring to quickly send him back to the human world.

Now, staying in the earthen house was already very good.

The earthen house had no windows. Eric hurriedly asked the Dwarves to help make two. Arthur needed to stay for a long time. Back when the Horned Goat people were recovering, they moved out after a few days, so windows hadn’t been installed yet.

Beastmen could just use a beast skin to cover the window in winter, but humans still needed ventilation, yet it couldn’t be too drafty, or they would freeze.

When Eric was young, he often got chilblains on his hands and feet, which only stopped when he grew up. The house he lived in as a child was better than the earthen house, yet it was still miserable.

Fortunately, most humans in the other world could cultivate, improving their physique greatly. Otherwise, with the survival environment in the other world, coupled with the technology level here being almost zero, humans would have a very hard time living.

Sam led a group of cubs to make bamboo cages. Actually, chickens and ducks raised in villages were usually free-range. It was just that these were just caught, and their wild nature hadn’t been tamed yet, so they could only be locked in cages first and released once they adapted.

As for rabbits, they could only be raised in cages, and the space had to be a bit larger; otherwise, being too crowded would easily cause disease.

The wild chickens and gray wild ducks had their wing feathers clipped. They stood close together, drooping their heads dejectedly, waiting for the cage to be finished so they could be locked in.

As long as Sam didn’t use brute force, he worked very quickly. Coupled with the help of a group of cubs - although mischievous, the cubs were very sensible, and their strength was equal to an adult human’s. The Dwarf cubs, needless to say, had impeccable practical skills.

A cage made from a pile of Spiked Boar spines and leftover magic beast bones was finished in no time. Added with wire for fixation, this cage could be said to be indestructible for the white rabbits, chickens, and ducks.

There was a not-very-large cage next to Eric’s house raising a lame white rabbit, but the ones caught today couldn’t be kept next to Eric’s house anymore. The number was too large, and the stench was strong; if it wafted into the house, it would be unlivable.

It was best to place the bamboo cages a bit far from the tribe. Sam remembered Eric wanted to raise more rabbits, and the smell would only get stronger. Snow Wolves had sensitive noses.

Several Horned Goat cubs pushed the cage with their heads, and Sam pulled from the front. In the absence of wheels, using only manpower, this transportation method was truly primitive...

After settling Arthur, Eric went out to check the progress of the cages and couldn’t help but sigh.

He ran ahead, chose a flat piece of land in his territory, and decided to place the bamboo cages here.

If the breeding plan succeeded, he would take time next year to expand the farm here, build it a bit larger, and build a few more houses for workers. He would specially assign a few beastmen here to be in charge of breeding. In the future, the tribe wouldn’t worry about a lack of eggs and meat, and feathers would also be one of the by-products.

When choosing the location, Eric deliberately chose a place not far from the riverbank. When the time came to build a cattle farm next to it, grazing cattle would also be convenient. The place near the water had lush grass, suitable for grazing cattle.

Although there was only a simple bamboo cage now, and the chickens, ducks, and rabbits combined were less than fifty, that didn’t stop Eric from standing there and imagining.

"Brother Eric, what do they eat?" Sunflower walked around the cage containing the white rabbits, running back and forth excitedly.

Eric thought for a moment: "Bran ground from the rice we eat can be fed to them. Every few days, we can give them some grains to increase nutrition. Wild chickens also need to eat some pebbles occasionally."

The cubs nodded half-understandingly and continued to run happily around the cage. Some mischievous ones even deliberately scared the animals inside, making the already listless rabbits, chickens, and ducks shrink back even more.

The bamboo cage was also made of magic beast bones, so there was no need to worry about them escaping this time.

Eric remembered chickens and ducks from his grandparents raising them, but he didn’t know exactly how to raise rabbits. He guessed the process was similar: keep the environment clean and tidy. As for food sources, there was plenty of food now, and those brans weren’t edible for humans anyway, so feeding them was just right.

Rabbits probably needed to eat green vegetables. Eric remembered chickens and ducks ate them too, so occasionally feeding them some cabbage leaves and outer stalks would do.

At the end of autumn, Eric collected a lot of alfalfa seeds to plant next year.

Alfalfa could not only be eaten as a wild vegetable but was also very nutritious when used as fodder for livestock. Eric remembered that cattle and sheep shouldn’t even eat too much dried alfalfa, or they could easily die from bloating.

Thinking of this, Eric felt a bit dreamy. If a lot of alfalfa was grown, could it be used to feed the Horned Goat people? After all, he himself ate it when there were no vegetables. There seemed to be some left in the cellar; he would try feeding them some another day...

Eric touched his chin and smiled slyly.

After placing the bamboo cages, Eric led Sam and the cubs to move a lot of bran and dry grass over. There was no shelter here, so Eric planned to line the cages with plenty of dry grass. After all, no matter how thick their fur was, winter nights were still very cold.

As for food, he first brought some rice husks and ground grains from recent milling. Eric planned that later, when the tribe ate sweet potatoes, the skins would be saved, along with the peeled cabbage leaves and stalks, to keep for the chickens, ducks, and white rabbits.

Conditions were a bit tough now, but with effort for a month or two, they would be able to eat better.

Next year, plant more corn. Eric remembered corn kernels could be crushed into fodder, and corn stalks could be made into silage, which was best for raising cattle.

Neighbors who raised cattle in his hometown in his previous life all had cellars for silage. Once the cellar door opened, wow, that smell was indescribable; it was one of young Eric’s traumas.

So he remembered it very clearly. It was just that in his previous life, silage seemed to be made from a type of green corn specifically for raising cattle, not the kind people ate. Since corn in the other world was so delicious, silage made from corn stalks probably wouldn’t be bad either.

Corn could also be fed to rabbits, chickens, and ducks. Beastmen could eat it too. Ground into cornmeal, it could be made into even more dishes. In short, it was an indispensable vegetable in the countryside.

There was also rice and other crops. As long as planting started, the by-products from the autumn harvest would be enough to raise these livestock.

It was a pity that suitable pigs for captive breeding hadn’t been found yet. Pigs on the Illusory Dream Continent were all types of magic beasts. Not only were they huge, but their destructive power was also extremely strong. Taking the Spiked Boar as an example, raising a few meant the breeder had to dodge the sight of ten thousand spines shooting out every day.

And with such huge bodies, a farm couldn’t be built for them; they would have to be free-range.

Eric loved eating pork and sighed sadly. Dairy cows were imported from another continent; perhaps he could import a herd of pigs...

Then again, the large white pigs eaten later in his previous life were imported by the state. Before that, the countryside raised all black pigs. The pork was much more fragrant than the large white pigs, just not as meaty.

Thinking about it, importing pigs wasn’t impossible?

Everyone busied themselves for a while and finally finished arranging these tasks, only then returning home.

The place Eric chose for the future farm belonged to the Hadu tribe’s territory, so basically, no magic beasts would come to cause trouble. Moreover, it was close to a water source, so there was no rush to dig a well.

But this couldn’t completely avoid danger. After all, there were no beastmen taking care of it yet. Bold magic beasts might come to attack since there was a strong smell of food.

Eric planned to tell Max or Michael after returning to have them walk around here more during patrols or mark (cough cough) the territory a bit.

The higher-level the magic beast, the smarter it was; it wouldn’t easily approach a beastman tribe. Most low-to-mid-level magic beasts remembered eating but not the beating, and they very likely might barge into beastman territory for food.

The Spiked Boar Eric met in the forest before was just like that. Actually, he hadn’t run too far that time. The forest Snow Wolves frequented was between the training ground and the tribe. The strong beastman aura meant there were no high-level magic beasts in that forest.

Of course, there were often stupid magic beasts like the Spiked Boar barging into the territory. For cubs, there was still a certain level of danger, so adults wouldn’t let them act alone.