I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 109: The Snow Wolf Tribe is Indeed Very Poor

Earlier, when they saw Eric and Joseph using the felt mats to sit on, the people in the room all thought it was animal hide, because it looked very similar.

It was only when the warrior placed the large roll of felt in front of them that everyone saw clearly it wasn’t hide, but a textile made entirely of animal fur.

"This is?" Bi picked up the felt mat skeptically to examine it.

Tribe Leader Karin also observed attentively. After looking closely, his voice also started to stammer: "You... you managed to make woolen cloth?"

"This is fur felt, it is indeed made from animal fur."

Eric felt a bit helpless hearing the term "woolen cloth"—why did the Snow Wolves even name things the same way? He quickly introduced it:

"It’s not as soft as cotton cloth, but it’s very warm. It can be used as cushions, curtains, or covering roofs for waterproofing."

The reaction of the Ox-Head tribe was not as intense as the Snow Wolves’, because they did not lack cotton cloth. Their beds were also covered with cotton cloth, unlike the impoverished Snow Wolves, who didn’t even have much linen.

Bi and the other two Ox-Head tribe members used their hands to feel the thickness and sturdiness of the felt.

Although not as soft as cotton cloth, it was indeed very thick. Just as the little tribe leader said, it was very good for blocking wind or waterproofing.

"It’s really not bad. Did you also come up with this?" Bi looked at Eric with admiration.

Although he was a bit embarrassed to admit it, because this was all wisdom from predecessors that he had learned, yet now he was claiming it as his own, Eric still nodded with difficulty.

Could he say he learned it from someone else?

This land was vast and sparsely populated. Even if he wanted to make up a story about learning from a white-haired old man like in a novel, no one would believe it.

To avoid suspicion, Eric could only click his tongue. From this day on, he was the genius; no one could expose him!

"This item can just be exchanged at the same price as linen," Eric said.

This was what everyone had discussed before setting out. Although the fur felt was more durable and thicker, the materials were easy for the Snow Wolf tribe to obtain, and the method wasn’t difficult. Since they were all beastmen, there was no need to set the price too high.

Bi and the other two looked at each other, very satisfied with this price, their wide ox mouths splitting into smiles.

Thomas was also satisfied with Bi’s reaction, but for some reason, his back felt cold today. He scratched it suspiciously.

Tribe Leader Karin, sitting next to him, was so envious he was about to grind his teeth to dust, his fiery gaze fixed intently on the felt mat.

But envy was envy; this price was indeed very reasonable.

This felt mat was countless times better than linen. With it, they would no longer need linen from the human merchant caravans. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He took the felt mat from the Ox-Head man’s hand and loved it even more as he held it. If they could exchange for a bit more, it could be used for the tents and also replace the grass mats. The children’s winter would be somewhat more comfortable.

Every time they came to the Hong Thao tribe, their mood was very complicated.

The Ox-Head tribe’s children wore cotton clothes under their animal hides, lived in cozy wooden houses, and had more food than they could eat.

But their children could only use their wolf forms to reduce food consumption; not even every household had linen clothes.

In winter, even the most active children rarely went out to play. They understood that moving a lot made one hungry, and being hungry required eating.

This past fall, they had exchanged for a little human linen. The remaining animal hides and magic cores, even if all exchanged for food, would only be enough for the tribe to survive the winter.

He thought of the scene every year where tribesmen, wanting to give their food to the children, had to force themselves to swallow rank-smelling internal organs.

One year, a Snow Wolf warrior, driven by extreme hunger, ran to the riverbank to break the ice and catch fish, only to be swallowed whole by a giant aquatic magic beast in the end.

Even the powerful Snow Wolves were not invincible.

In reality, they previously had no idea that the large river they relied on for survival housed such a massive magic beast.

Losing a tribesman just for a few hard-to-swallow fish—the pain and defeat in Tribe Leader Karin’s heart were indescribable.

Although he loved the felt mat and didn’t want to let go, after stroking it repeatedly with his rough hands, Tribe Leader Karin’s open mouth finally closed helplessly.

Filling the tribesmen’s stomachs was still the most important thing.

Noticing the change in his expression, Thomas sympathetically patted Karin on the shoulder. But because the Ox-Head tribe members were present, he said nothing more.

"What’s in this jug?"

The previous two items had both greatly appealed to the Ox-Head tribe. The reddish-brown-furred Ox-Head tribe man, curious about the contents of the remaining jug, couldn’t help but ask.

Before Eric could stand up, Joseph eagerly stood up: "Let me!"

Afraid it would spill on the way, Eric had used a layer of linen to seal the jug’s mouth, and even plastered a layer of yellow mud on the outside.

This way, during transport, they just had to be careful not to break it, and it wouldn’t leak. Every time, he deeply missed the plastic bottles of his previous world—light, convenient, and airtight.

Joseph exerted his strength, breaking the yellow mud layer with a "pop". He then tiptoed to carefully brush off the debris on top before untying the string securing the linen.

A rich, mellowly sweet aroma of wine wafted through the air—clear yet robust, extremely captivating.

Joseph couldn’t wait any longer. He tilted his head back, gulped down the sugar water to empty the cup, then found a clean ladle and scooped the wine into it.

Eric’s face darkened. Looking at this action, it was clear he was taking the opportunity to satisfy his own craving, not introducing the product to the guests.

But good wine needs no bush. The aroma wafting from the wine jug had already captured everyone’s attention. Seeing Joseph’s hasty action, they became even more curious.

Bi hurriedly raised his cup and drained the water.

"Sweet? You put sugar in it?" He swallowed the cloyingly sweet water and looked up, exclaiming in surprise.

The others had been so engrossed in admiring the glossy ceramic cups that they hadn’t even drunk the water yet.

Now, hearing Bi’s voice, they skeptically raised their cups to taste it.

"Your tribe has really changed. You’re even willing to give us sugar water to drink!"

Tribe Leader Karin was no longer in the mood for envy; he just mumbled numbly.

The sugar Eric refined in the tribe had already filled a leather tent. Thomas had distributed some to the tribesmen, but there was still a lot left.

Now, they finally no longer had to crave a little sweetness like before. The taste of sugar wasn’t as distinctive as honey, but it was sweeter.