I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 114: Trading for Farming Methods

After hearing Eric speak, Bi could no longer sit still; he shot to his feet.

"Young chieftain, are you telling the truth? Can soybeans really be used to make that many times the amount of food?" Bi asked urgently.

The Ox-Head tribesman with the curved horns and the reddish-brown furred tribesman didn’t speak, but they were so agitated they were snorting heavily through their nostrils.

Eric knew this matter was extremely important to beastmen, and even the Ox-Head tribe, with their abundant food source, was no exception.

He smiled and nodded: "Of course, it’s true. Because making this requires a lot of water, the weight of the food increases significantly. But even with a lot of water, it can still fill the stomach, and it’s very satisfying."

In Eric’s world, when he was young, the tofu-making trade had supported countless people. Even later, when machinery became advanced, many elderly people still preferred handmade tofu.

A block of hot, freshly made tofu, with no need for elaborate preparation, just cut a large piece, drizzle some garlic water, chili oil, and chive flowers, and one bite could dispel all the cold from the body.

However, Eric still grumbled inwardly: [Chieftain is chieftain, why add ’young’ to it? It doesn’t sound dignified at all...]

The few Ox-Head tribesmen were indescribably agitated, pacing their heavy footsteps back and forth by the fire, looking like three spinning tops that couldn’t stop.

Their pacing made Eric dizzy. This scene was so familiar; it seemed Thomas was just like this when he first learned about tofu.

Bi’s mood at this moment was extremely conflicted.

He wanted to know how these foods were made, but he felt that such an important matter related to food couldn’t be casually probed. He was so anxious he could only pace around on the spot.

The other two Ox-Head tribesmen didn’t have as much authority as he did. If Bi didn’t speak, they could only stand by and watch anxiously.

The anxious appearance of the large Ox-Head tribesmen looked quite interesting. Eric watched mischievously for a moment before speaking:

"The method of using soybeans to make soy milk, tofu pudding, and tofu, we will provide in full to the Red Grass tribe."

Bi squatted down with a *whoosh*, his large hands tightly gripping Eric’s, his eyes fervent as he said: "Really? Whether you need to trade grain or vegetables, we can negotiate the amount!"

The Ox-Head tribe’s strength was truly great. Eric’s hands, gripped tightly by Bi in his excitement, ached painfully. He unconsciously sent a pleading look towards Max.

Receiving the kid’s gaze, Max ladled another full bowl of tofu pudding from the pot and pressed it into Bi’s hands.

At this moment, Bi had no mind for food, but this Snow Wolf tribesman’s attitude was very insistent, so he still had to reach out and accept it.

Eric took the opportunity to withdraw his hands: "We don’t intend to use it to trade for grain. Next year, our Hadu tribe also wants to start farming. You, sirs of the Ox-Head tribe, are the best at this, so we want to ask for your specific planting methods, as payment."

Unexpectedly, they wanted to trade for this. Bi was stunned on the spot, asking in disbelief: "You Snow Wolf people want to farm next year?"

This shock was truly immense. Eric scratched his face in embarrassment.

A pack of wolves farming—that image was truly bizarre, but to let the tribesmen be well-fed and clothed, this was something that had to be done, and it was also their first step into agricultural civilization.

Thomas and Joseph both stepped forward. After Joseph came to the Hadu tribe, Thomas had mentioned this matter to him.

Although Joseph had never farmed, his experience living in the human world told him the benefits of farming.

It was no exaggeration to say that the human nobility fought to the death over land, precisely to hold the source of grain in their own hands.

The Snow Wolf tribe was no exception. Putting aside the dangers of hunting for a moment, there were times when they couldn’t find prey, and the whole tribe had to endure hunger.

But farming was different. As long as they cultivated diligently and reclaimed enough land, they would have more food than they could eat. Grain could be stored for several years in the right environment, while meat would spoil quickly without enough salt.

The two former chieftains, after careful consideration, both decided it was time for a change. The Snow Wolf people and the Dwarves could not continue to stagnate.

The Snow Wolf people would be responsible for farming, and the Dwarves would be responsible for the necessary farming tools.

"We discussed this for a long time before making this decision. The Snow Wolf tribe has lived by hunting for so many years, yet we still frequently suffer from hunger. But the Ox-Head tribe never has. This is the biggest reason."

Thomas thought of his friend’s hesitant words last night, and then thought of the tribe’s days before young Eric knew how to cook, his voice deepening.

"We Dwarves also want to contribute our strength to the tribe. Being able to grow our own grain is definitely a great thing," Joseph chimed in from the side.

Although they Dwarves did not lack food, trading with the Ox-Head tribe was ultimately not as good as the tribe being able to grow its own grain.

As farming experts, the Ox-Head tribe understood this principle better than anyone. Bi said thoughtfully:

"I cannot decide this matter on my own, but I can report it to Chieftain Tu and let him make the decision."

After speaking, he looked at Eric with a complicated gaze. The familiar Hadu tribe had become so different; the reason must lie with this kid.

Eric knew that farming couldn’t be implemented immediately, so he invited Bi and the other Ox-Head tribesmen to stay and wait for the batch of tofu to be ready.

The flour that the Ox-Head tribe had brought over last night hadn’t been taken away after grinding. Eric kneaded a basin of dough and shredded the cabbage that Luci had helped prepare.

Unknowingly, Eric’s palate had also been influenced by the Snow Wolf people. Even for the simplest hand-pulled noodle soup, he liked to sauté meat for fragrance first.

Thinly sliced demonic beast meat was stir-fried until its edges were golden brown. He added onion and garlic powder and a bit of sauce, stir-frying until aromatic before adding water.

The clay pot conducted heat too slowly, and the large cast-iron pot was being used to cook soy milk. Eric went into the kitchen and brought out the large pot that the Ox-Head tribe prepared for guests, which was also made of cast iron.

Before the water boiled, Eric had finished rolling out the dough. As soon as the water boiled, he directly added the small, torn pieces of dough to cook. After cooking for a while, he added the cabbage and the tofu, which had been cut into small pieces.

After doing all this, Eric covered the pot, letting the noodles soak up the flavors for a while longer. As soon as he looked up, he met the eager gazes of the few Ox-Head tribesmen.

He amusedly took a few pieces of tofu and divided them among them, letting them taste its original flavor first.

The tofu, without anything added, had the light, sweet taste of the beans itself.

They broke off a piece and put it in their mouths. Unexpectedly, after one bite, they couldn’t stop. They were so captivated by this light yet sweet aftertaste that they ate piece after piece until they had finished all the tofu Eric had given them.