Transmigrated as a Beast World Cub: Farming to Support the Family at Six

A regular modern girl’s soul drifted across the dimensional barrier and completed a sudden soul transmigration, landing in a primitive and remote beast tribe. When she finally regained consciousness, she found herself trapped in the tiny, frail body of a six-year-old mute orphan. She had no parents to rely on, no relatives to turn to, and all the memories of her past life and even her current identity were completely wiped clean, leaving her blank and helpless in the desolate wild tribe. Alone, silent, and utterly abandoned, she wandered aimlessly near the tribe’s outer caves with no food, no shelter, and no one to care for her. Just as she was about to collapse from hunger and exhaustion, a sixteen-year-old local beast tribe boy spotted the lonely little mute girl. Moved by her fragile, pitiful appearance, he took pity on her without hesitation and decided to take her home, bringing the orphaned child under his humble protection. Their so-called home at first was nothing but a rough, simple cave in the mountains, crude, drafty, and far from warm or comfortable. Tired of the barren, precarious cave life and determined to build a stable life for the two of them, the pair started from scratch. This was no romanticized pastoral fantasy or empty literary metaphor—every hard work they put in was genuine, down-to-earth rural labor. They reclaimed wasteland little by little, loosening rocky soil, removing wild weeds, and sowing simple crop seeds adapted to the primitive beast world. They tended the fields carefully through sun and rain, watering and fertilizing the seedlings patiently to wait for every seasonal harvest. Beyond farming, they worked tirelessly to build a solid wooden house to replace their shabby cave, cutting wood, nailing frames, and laying thatch with their own hands to create a warm, safe dwelling. To enrich their plain life, they also started raising small livestock. They built simple fences and coops, carefully raising flocks of chickens and ducks, feeding them daily and watching the little creatures grow lively and plump day by day. Free from grand galactic conflicts, fierce beast battles, and complicated romantic disputes, they lived a plain, steady, and down-to-earth farming life. It was the most authentic rural life in the primitive beast tribe—simple, tough, yet full of tangible warmth and peaceful hope.