I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 111: Becoming More and More Like a Chieftain

"This liquor, we also trade for grain. Oh, right, and the same goes for today’s vegetables." Eric rallied his spirits and said to Bi.

Hearing that they were willing to trade for vegetables, Bi became even happier. Every year, apart from the omnivorous beastmen who traded for a few vegetables, other beastmen only traded for grain for the convenience of storage. Their tribe had a large surplus every year; fortunately, it was stored in cellars, so it didn’t spoil easily.

Bi pondered for a moment, then spoke: "It’s just the price of this liquor..."

For such a fine liquor with such a unique and rich flavor, he was truly afraid the price was too high.

Eric had come up with the idea to bring the white liquor before they set out; there were only two jars in total. Who could blame the Dwarves for all being alcoholics; they alone had traded a lot of grain for it. One pound of sorghum could produce three to five pounds of liquor. These two jars were about five hundred pounds, so calculating the price at ten times that should be fine.

"We didn’t brew much this year, only these two jars. How about five thousand pounds of grain and vegetables? We can discuss the specific types of grain at the time of the transaction."

In Bi’s eyes, this price was really not high. The price he had estimated in his head just now was five times higher than this. Now, hearing this price and looking at the kid in front of him, he felt his conscience pricking him a little.

"How about this: when we trade, for the vegetables you choose, I can give you double the amount."

The other two Ox-Head tribesmen looked at Bi with softened gazes. In their eyes, the price just now was no different from bullying a child.

Thomas stood by, listening with a smile, not saying a word, intentionally wanting to train the kid.

When Eric stated the price, he didn’t feel anything was wrong either; who could blame the Snow Wolf people for only having a rough idea of liquor prices.

He himself had only traded for a low-quality liquor once, many years ago.

In the end, both sides were very satisfied with the negotiation, just waiting for the official trade. The three Ox-Head tribesmen also stood up, preparing to leave.

Bi had originally intended to take the stone mill in the yard, but Eric, thinking of having to grind soybeans to make tofu tomorrow, asked him to leave it, and at the same time invited him to come back tomorrow morning to enjoy a new delicacy.

"Can we come over too?"

The Ox-Head tribesman with the curved horns and the reddish-brown furred tribesman looked at Eric with expectant eyes. For someone as large as a small mountain to have such an expression truly looked a bit comical.

Eric smiled and replied, "Of course, you can."

The soybeans for making tofu were provided by them anyway, and besides, his purpose in making this dish was originally to win over the Ox-Head tribe, to make it easier to ask for more knowledge about farming later and to gain their support.

The Ox-Head tribe returned home happy, filled with anticipation for tomorrow. The people from Kon’s tribe also stood up to say their goodbyes.

"I don’t approve of you keeping the Dwarves. Something that even the powerful Ox-Head tribe cannot do, I don’t want you to put the entire tribe in danger. But I respect your choice, my old friend."

As he was about to leave, Chieftain Karin, carrying the scent of alcohol, spoke solemnly to Thomas.

Moved by his friend’s words, Thomas replied:

"I also once thought we would live as we did before, but Karin, by continuing like that, can we truly lead the tribe to a better life?"

He looked at the neat wooden houses built by the Ox-Head tribe all around, took a deep breath:

"I often think, even as strong as we are, why is it so difficult to even let our tribesmen eat their fill. But now, I have seen hope."

Hearing this, Chieftain Karin also felt deep empathy. How could he himself have never thought the same?

Looking at the things Thomas and the others had brought out, he knew that his old friend was not acting impulsively this time.

Regardless of sheltering the Dwarves or letting a child be chieftain, it was all for the development of the tribe.

"When will our Kon tribe be able to see hope?" Chieftain Karin looked at the tribesmen who trusted him, sighing with sorrow in his heart.

With a heavy heart, Chieftain Karin led his people, bid them farewell, and returned to their room.

Eric looked at the pensive Thomas, roughly guessing the reason. It just so happened that he also had matters to discuss with everyone. He signaled for everyone to stay in the room, then sat down cross-legged.

"Young Eric is becoming more and more like a chieftain." Michael looked at him with an appreciative gaze, then sat down to hear what he intended to say.

Except for Joseph, who was already drunk and nodding off, everyone gathered around, their eyes filled with trust and curiosity for him.

Eric felt the pressure multiply, but he also knew that from the day he became chieftain, this was unavoidable; he could only get used to it.

At this moment, he could understand even more deeply the feelings of Thomas and Joseph. Moreover, it wasn’t his imagination; it seemed that recently, the spirits of both of them had become much younger.

"Besides the trade, I want to tell the Ox-Head tribe how to make tofu, in exchange for their farming methods. Otherwise, how to plant each type of crop, how to fertilize, how to get rid of pests, what to do if the plants get sick—we don’t know any of that."

Eric voiced all the thoughts in his mind. The people sitting around also began to ponder.

Heaven knew that the Snow Wolf people, who were only used to hunting, were completely ignorant about this. Just listening to Eric speak was enough to give them a headache. The Ox-Head tribe’s ability to build the largest Red Grass tribe was indeed not without reason.

It turned out farming was that troublesome; it seemed they had thought too simply before.

It was also Thomas’s first time learning that there was so much knowledge involved in farming. Before coming here, he had indeed considered how much he would have to pay for the Ox-Head tribe to teach them wholeheartedly.

Otherwise, with only some superficial knowledge, it was very likely they would harvest nothing.

For this matter, he had even specially prepared the magic cores he had accumulated over many years. He had originally feared it wouldn’t be enough and planned to ask his son for more, only to find out that brat Max had already given all his magic cores to Eric.

But young Eric had solved this problem perfectly. Soybeans made into tofu could increase the amount of food severalfold; Thomas didn’t believe these Ox-Head tribesmen wouldn’t be tempted.

Even if the Ox-Head tribe didn’t lack food, who would refuse a method that both increased the amount of food and made it more delicious?

Thomas thought of the taste of soy milk and tofu, and felt even more strongly that young Eric’s method was absolutely correct.