I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 110: The Genius Kid

Eric was someone who doted on children. He often made candy for them, to the point where a child in the tribe got cavities, and only then did he have to restrain himself.

Influenced by his attitude of not treating sugar as a precious commodity, the people of the Hadu tribe, although not wasteful, were very willing to use sugar, even serving guests sugar water.

In truth, they had no intention of using sugar for trade; it was just a new habit to prepare sugar water for guests.

The matter of refining sugar was not a small one, and they had no intention of letting others know for the time being, so Thomas just gave a strained laugh and tacitly acknowledged Chieftain Kon’s words.

Everyone cherished the sugar water and drank their cups empty. Joseph ladled a spoonful of white liquor for each of them, pouring it into their cups, where it looked rather meager.

It wasn’t that Joseph was being stingy; he had carefully considered the Snow Wolf people’s alcohol tolerance before ladling them one spoonful. And even that one spoonful, he felt, was a lot.

However, alcohol on this continent was also very expensive, not to mention the aroma of this liquor immediately signaled it was top-grade, so the beastmen didn’t complain about the small amount.

The Snow Wolf people from Kon’s tribe were a bit hesitant, not daring to taste it. They couldn’t even bear to trade for the low-quality liquor from human merchant caravans, let alone this fine liquor.

Joseph, on the other hand, had a good impression of all the Snow Wolf people, and furthermore, he understood well that Eric was a soft-hearted and kind kid.

If they let the others just stand and watch, the first person to feel awkward would be young Eric.

He didn’t say a word, just picked up the ladle and poured white liquor into their cups. His reddish nose twitched, sniffing the aroma of the liquor, and then he impatiently raised his own cup, took a swig, and let out a refreshing sigh.

For a Dwarf who couldn’t go a meal without alcohol, the past three days of travel had truly made him feel suffocated. Other than daring to take a sip when his body was freezing cold, he hadn’t been able to drink to his heart’s content.

The Ox-Head tribesman with the curved horns was the first to try it. The Ox-Head tribe naturally had large mouths; he just tilted his head back and poured the entire amount of liquor into his mouth. His bovine eyes immediately bulged.

One of his hands covered his mouth, the other clutched his throat. The burning sensation, like fire, made him unsure which part he should be covering.

He held the large mouthful of liquor in his mouth; it was so hot that he couldn’t swallow it immediately, but he was reluctant to spit it out.

Heavens, that one spoonful was at least nearly a hundred milliliters; how could it not be hot after downing it all in one go?

Eric winced, feeling as if he were experiencing it himself.

The Ox-Head tribesman stood up, pacing back and forth anxiously on the spot. Only after a long moment was he able to swallow, scaring his companions so much they didn’t dare to try.

"Hiss! So strong! But it really is good liquor. Drinking it warms up my stomach, it feels great!"

The liquor flowed down his throat like a firestorm sweeping straight into his stomach, leaving only a fiery afterglow, making one feel warm from the inside out.

Hearing him say that, the others half-believingly took a small sip. In an instant, their mouths also felt like they were on fire. Fortunately, having learned from the previous lesson, they didn’t drink much and quickly recovered.

In Eric’s previous world, white liquor was something most people from other countries didn’t know how to appreciate. But to beastmen and Dwarves, the strength of this liquor was, on the contrary, even more appealing to them.

"Good liquor!" Bi praised, then turned to ask Eric: "Did you guys brew this yourselves too?"

After the series of experiences just now, he had accepted the fact that the kid in front of him was the chieftain of a tribe, and he was beginning to acknowledge him.

It had to be admitted that, just as Thomas had said, this kid was a genius.

"This is brewed from sorghum; it’s very strong," Eric replied.

Coincidentally, they were also planning to trade for more sorghum this time to brew liquor. Using the white liquor to win over the Ox-Head tribe, perhaps they could get a bit of a discount.

The Ox-Head tribe, along with the Snow Wolf people from Kon’s tribe, were all shocked. This was brewed from that most unpalatable sorghum?

Even among the vegetarians of the Ox-Head tribe, hardly anyone liked eating sorghum grains. They preferred eating the sorghum stalks, especially the Ox-Head children, who would run into the fields every autumn to break off the stalks to eat.

It was precisely for this reason that the Ox-Head tribe hadn’t given up on growing sorghum; otherwise, given its taste, it would have been discarded long ago.

Moreover, in this world, brewing ingredients were all types of fruits; it was rare to hear of anyone using grains to brew liquor, let alone the most unpalatable sorghum.

On this point alone, they couldn’t help but admire Eric.

Although the white liquor was strong, with a higher alcohol content than any liquor they had ever drunk, its flavor was also far superior.

Bi drank the rest of the liquor in his cup, closing his eyes to feel the liquor spreading through his chest and abdomen. Only after a long moment did he open his eyes.

"Truly worthy of being liquor brewed by beastmen, it really suits my taste, much better than that watery liquor from humans. Even the Elves’ liquor, while delicious, doesn’t suit us as well as this liquor."

The Ox-Head tribe also had dealings with the Elves. The Elves’ attitude towards them wasn’t overly arrogant, and they would occasionally come to trade for some grain.

Bi had also tasted the Elven liquor that countless people dreamed of, which seemed to be called "Gift of the Forest God."

It was indeed delicious, but he always felt it didn’t suit his palate as well as this liquor.

The remaining people also strongly agreed.

With just a few sips of white liquor in their stomachs, nothing could be seen on the maned faces of the Ox-Head people, but Chieftain Kon and the warriors with him were already flushed red, their eyes starting to glaze over.

Thomas and Michael glanced at each other, secretly snickering, their hands still holding their cups of sugar water. They knew all too well the power of this liquor; apart from the "drunkard" Joseph, the others would rather drink sugar water than lose face in front of another tribe.

The Ox-Head tribe’s alcohol tolerance, however, was not bad. Eric saw that the eyes of the three of them were still very clear.

On second thought, it made sense; alcohol tolerance was also built through practice.

In that case, the Snow Wolf people, although all tall and large, had pitifully low alcohol tolerance, partly due to being too poor.

When even eating was difficult, they naturally wouldn’t have surplus magic cores or beast hides to trade for alcohol.

Thinking of this, Eric felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, especially when he recalled the look in Chieftain Kon’s eyes as he stroked the felt. His heart grew even heavier.

Max sat next to Eric. Sensing his mood suddenly drop, and although he didn’t know the reason, he still stroked his head comfortingly.