Chapter 330

Later, because Gass was good at raising cattle, when President Loft of the Hiren Caravan wanted to buy dairy cows, his master sold all the slaves, including him, and the cows in order to curry favor with him.

The cow is valuable; he is just a gift.

He has not married in these years because he does not want to experience the same fate as his friend. The cow is his companion who he depends on for survival. It can keep him warm in winter and provide him with food when he is hungry.

Gas thought that being alive was the luckiest thing in his life, but he didn't expect that the God of Light would not even agree to such a simple request.

The Xilen caravan boarded a cargo ship bound for the cursed land with their cows and slaves. Along the way, some slaves could not hold on and fell ill. They were all familiar companions of Gass, but because they were sick, they were thrown directly into the sea for fear of infecting other "cargoes".

Fate seemed too cruel. Gass no longer dared to recall how he spent those days at sea in a daze. In the dark warehouse, there was almost no light all day except when he took the cows out for a walk. Around him were only his desperate companions and the endless sea.

The orcs in the cursed land. Although Gas was a slave, he had heard legends about the orcs, all of which proved the orcs' brutality and ferocity.

Forced to come to this orc tribe with his lucky surviving companions and his old friend the cow, everything was completely different from what Gas had imagined.

Orcs are indeed taller and more powerful than humans, but they are not as ferocious as the legend says. Three days have passed, and these slaves not only have a place to live and can eat strange but delicious food every day, but they have not even been beaten once.

Gass could feel that the orcs didn't actually like them, but they didn't hurt them either. They built solid houses for them, not simple huts and tents, and they also provided them with enough food.

God knows how many years these slaves haven't had dinner. In the eyes of the nobles, slaves are worse than livestock. As long as they don't starve to death, they will certainly not waste any extra food.

After the first delicious and generous meal, the slaves couldn't help crying. They never expected that the first full meal they had in their lives would be given by the orcs from the cursed land, and the first bed they slept on was also built by the orcs.

Although older and more mature, Gus sometimes couldn't help but wonder if all this was a dream, or just one of his dying fantasies.

"Gas, your lunch is here. Stop what you're doing and come and eat."

A cat-kind orc came over carrying two large jars of food with ease. He put down the clay pots with ease, and untied the bag on his back, revealing the steaming pancakes inside.

Gas stopped mixing the hay and walked over with a flattering smile. "Thank you for your hard work."

As he said this, he was afraid that the orcs would be angry because of their delay, so he shouted to the back and called all the slaves over.

There are more than fifty slaves in the farm, all of them are young and strong. The oldest one, Gas, is only in his thirties. Those who are older either did not make it here or were directly screened out.

Everyone moved quickly, holding the same idea as Gas. The slaves who quickly gathered together did not dare to make a sound, for fear that something they did not do well would shatter their dreams.

With the lid opened, today's dish is steaming hot stew, cabbage meatballs stewed with vermicelli, and another pot is full of potatoes, radishes and rabbit meat stewed with soft leavened bread, which makes the greedy slaves drool.

The food was distributed one by one in ceramic bowls. Each person was given two fist-sized steamed buns. If there was not enough, you could go and get more yourself.

Except for the dwarves, the orcs in the tribe all use pottery bowls that are similar to human basins. There are not many small pottery bowls. For the time being, the slaves are also given large pottery bowls made by orcs. Even for the most greedy humans, half a bowl is enough.

At the brick kiln, Yu Sui was the only one who could make pottery. He was slow and spent several days making utensils for humans. Once they were dried in the shade, he could fire them and let these humans use them for the time being.

However, he brought Xiao and Yuanyuan with him, and asked them to each find a few dexterous tribesmen to learn how to make pottery.

Orcs now mainly use pottery and are gradually phasing out stone tools.

But pottery has both advantages and disadvantages. The disadvantage is that it is too fragile. The pottery they exchanged with humans was basically of not very good quality and not sturdy to use, especially the pottery pots for cooking soup, which often cracked.

The wealth of a tribe can often be seen from how much pottery it owns. Now Yu Sui directly teaches them how to make pottery, and these selected orcs learn very seriously.

Moreover, the pottery fired by the Heitu tribe is not ordinary reddish-brown pottery, but dark yellow with a glaze. The surface is shiny and lustrous, and it is more heat-resistant than the pottery exchanged from humans.

These small orcs cherish this opportunity very much and wish they could stay there day and night to study how to make better pottery.

There was no reason for the human slaves to complain about the large ceramic bowls. They were even grateful to the orcs from the bottom of their hearts for being willing to use such large bowls to serve them food. You know, they had never been able to eat such hot and fragrant meals before, not to mention such brand new and large-capacity bowls.

The slaves did not ask for much. As long as they could eat and not go hungry, it was a great thing for them. Not to mention that they were well fed and well housed and were not beaten every day. Although the orcs still looked scary, they were much better than the stewards in the noble lords' manors. They would not whip and find fault everywhere.

The new human slaves worked efficiently and diligently. Seeing how diligent the humans were, the orcs who had just started working in the farm also worked as hard as they could.

In a short period of time, the construction speed of the farm increased. The rabbit houses were clean every day. The chicken coops and duck houses had not been built yet, but the bone cages were also cleaned very cleanly every day, with almost no feces.

Although rabbits look cute, they are very hard to raise. If they are a little lazy, they will be full of odor.

There are now hundreds of rabbits in the farm, some of which are bred by themselves, and some are newly captured. Some female rabbits are pregnant with rabbits. It is estimated that the number of rabbits in the rabbit house will double in a short time.

The cafeteria has started to use rabbits as food, unlike the beginning when they were reluctant to eat them in order to allow the rabbits to reproduce.

The reproduction rate of chickens and ducks is not as fast as that of rabbits, but chicks and ducklings are still born. There are also a lot of unfertilized chicken and duck eggs every day, so the canteen no longer has to worry about not having eggs to cook.

Seeing that everything on the farm was going in a good direction, the tribesmen also saw good signs and began to spontaneously catch wild rabbits and other living animals when they went out.