I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 112: Kin Should Help Each Other

"Tofu is so delicious, the Ox-Head tribe will definitely like it too. If they’re happy, won’t they teach us all their farming methods?"

A warrior, thinking of the delicious tofu, nodded in agreement.

Michael also nodded: "That’s right, young Eric really is the one who thinks things through. This way, we don’t have to worry anymore."

The corner of Max’s mouth lifted. Although he didn’t say much, his appreciative gaze was obvious, his attitude beyond question.

Seeing everyone approve of his idea, Eric felt greatly encouraged.

"Then it’s settled. There’s one more thing."

He hesitated for a moment, but facing the attentively listening faces, he continued:

"Since I am the chieftain, I have a duty to think for everyone. We are all beastmen; we should help each other.

Today, meeting the Kon tribe, I want to tell them how to make felt.

If they can live better, then if we encounter danger in the future, we can also seek their help."

Since childhood, Eric had been taught that when the lips are gone, the teeth are cold, and that all peoples are brothers in one family. It wasn’t purely out of soft-heartedness; he had deeper calculations.

They and the Dwarf tribe had formed one body. There was no guarantee that someday the Elf tribe or the Golden Kingdom wouldn’t find out and come looking for trouble. To prevent unforeseen events, having more allies was always the right thing to do.

Furthermore, it wasn’t just the matter of the Dwarves; salt and sugar, each was a ticking time bomb.

As long as they were discovered, the huge profits hidden within would cause various parties to fight over them.

Giving the Kon tribe the felt sheets directly was also an option, but giving a man a fish was not as good as teaching him how to fish. Eric didn’t want to do charity just for the reputation either.

Besides, felt was unlike other things; its making process was very simple. If treated as a commodity, someone would probably figure out how to make it very quickly.

Others just hadn’t thought of it; it wasn’t that everyone was foolish. Like the intelligent Ape-Men tribe, they would surely be able to imitate it quickly.

Regarding this matter, the others, contrary to before, did not take much time to think. The simple-minded Snow Wolf people didn’t think too much; as long as it wasn’t the Black Wolf tribe, they had no objection to helping other tribes.

Thomas had also thought about this earlier. It was just that the method of making felt was, after all, discovered by young Eric. He was about to discuss it with him, but unexpectedly, Eric proposed it himself first.

He said gratefully: "That’s great. The Kon tribe has few people, and their lives are even harder than ours. I saw that fellow Kon’s hair has turned gray this year."

"They have few warriors; survival is not easy," Max also nodded and said.

They couldn’t tell the Kon tribe about other things for the time being, but telling them this simple and practical method was the most reasonable.

Eric also wanted to gift the Kon tribe some grain. After all, his own tribe was more affluent this year. The tribesmen had plenty of food, and the goods they brought could also be exchanged for a good amount of grain.

But worrying he would be seen as a meddler, naively kind, Eric thought for a moment and then dropped the idea.

"The white liquor is my own property. When the time comes, I’ll just give them the grain exchanged from the liquor. As long as it doesn’t touch the tribe’s grain, there won’t be a big problem."

In any case, he and Leo had limited appetites; they wouldn’t eat that much over a whole winter. Who could blame him for coming from a country that was always afraid others wouldn’t have enough to eat?

The inherited gene in him both feared hunger and didn’t want to see others go hungry. Now that he had the ability, he couldn’t manage bigger things, but helping the Kon tribe a little was still not a problem.

The process of discussing these two matters was simpler than Eric had imagined; not a single tribesman objected.

At first, he was worried that everyone would disagree with sharing the method of making felt with the Kon tribe.

After all, he had seen how excited the tribesmen were when the felt was made.

Most beastmen were, after all, still very simple and pure.

Although he had made many things since coming to this world, felt was not the most important compared to other things, but it could also bring considerable benefits.

It would take some time for other beastmen to imitate it. During that time, the felt could be used to trade for many items.

It seemed the Snow Wolf people truly didn’t value profit too much, nor did they intend to hide things from their kin. Eric liked this very much.

If he were in his previous world, he would definitely not dare to express his thoughts, or he would certainly be criticized as a hypocrite.

Of course, he had other reasons for doing so. The Hadu tribe couldn’t just bow its head and develop on its own.

This continent was full of dangers. They needed allies. Strong companions were also a solid rear guard. The five-thousand-year history of his homeland had taught Eric the principle of lips and teeth.

Furthermore, in Eric’s calculations, the Hadu tribe’s future would not stop here. A tall tree catches the wind; having one more friend was ultimately better.

Everything was settled, and Eric’s heart relaxed quite a bit. He stood up and stretched. After traveling for several days and being busy for half the day just now, he was tired too.

"Alright then, everyone is tired. Let’s rest!"

This wooden house, apart from the kitchen, was divided into three rooms. Eric didn’t want to fulfill his duties as chieftain anymore, stumbling into a warm room and curling up on the bed.

Anyway, their group was all men; sleeping anywhere was the same. In the room where they just had the meeting, Joseph was already lying on the bed, snoring loudly. The others could just pick their own rooms.

Eric sank into the soft cotton fabric, thinking drowsily. The room and bed prepared by the Ox-Head tribe were very spacious. The remaining people split the two rooms, tacitly leaving Eric’s room for Max.

The group, weary from the long journey, finally got a comfortable night’s rest, waking up the next day with refreshed spirits.

Eric, with eyes half-open, finished washing his face, only to find that the Ox-Head tribe had been waiting at the door for a while. Thomas was chatting with them.

It seemed yesterday had indeed made them very curious; they had come so early in the morning. Eric the trickster had successfully executed his plan. He secretly smirked while wiping his face with a cotton towel.