I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 117: The Path to a Beating

One pot of peanut milk was fundamentally not enough to be divided among so many beastmen.

Everyone only got to taste a little to know the flavor.

The slow-footed beastmen standing at the back who didn’t get a share felt deep regret, hating only that their legs weren’t as long as others’.

Washing the pot and cleaning up had never required Eric’s hands. He had just put the large ladle down when he finally noticed the two Ox-Head tribe beastmen, carrying large and small bags, trying to squeeze in with resentful faces.

"Oh my, we finally got in! It’s too crowded, as lively as going to the Spring Market festival." The Ox-Head beastman with the gracefully curved horns complained.

Spring Market? When Eric heard this, his eyes lit up, his heart full of anticipation.

He had heard that races would bring all their tribe’s specialties there to trade and sell. Just hearing about it sounded extremely interesting; next year, he definitely had to go see it to broaden his horizons.

Using the Ox-Head tribe’s peanuts and glutinous rice but winning the favor of beastmen from other tribes made Eric feel a bit embarrassed. He thus diligently instructed them on how to make the delicious peanut milk.

This time, he only made a small amount, demonstrating and explaining as he went, only stopping after confirming the two Ox-Head tribe beastmen had clearly seen his every move.

The two Ox-Head tribe beastmen were visibly excited and tried grinding a little themselves. Tasting a sip, they found the flavor was indeed not much different from what Eric made, and both were so happy their ox tails wagged furiously.

Eric, a person with an endless passion for soft, fluffy, furry things, had to try hard to restrain himself from presumptuously reaching out to touch their wagging tails.

He could only squat down and focus on shelling peanuts.

"Eric, make yesterday’s stir-fried earth beans!"

Under the frenzied signaling gaze of the other warriors, Michael shamelessly squatted down next to him, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Thinking about having to set off soon, and how it really wasn’t convenient to do complicated cooking on the road, Eric quickly nodded in agreement. But he still wanted to tease Michael a bit:

"So, does Michael want to eat large earth beans or small earth beans?"

Speaking of names, in the beastman world, "earth beans" seemed to be the most easily understood name. In contrast, his "peanut milk" seemed a bit too refined and elaborate.

Just now, he had faintly heard the two Ox-Head tribesmen call his milk "small earth bean water"...

This question couldn’t stump Michael. He replied sonorously: "Stir-fry both types!"

Eric’s face was full of black lines. Without Sam and Kevin here to provide contrast, it turned out Michael’s true nature was also that of a genuine glutton.

"Stir-fry what? Let them do it themselves." Max stood nearby, his voice a little annoyed.

Michael said nothing, just swung his hand and landed a loud punch on Max. "You didn’t eat just a little yesterday either!"

Among the tribe’s Snow Wolf warriors, besides Michael, no one dared to lay hands on Max like that. After all, getting hit really hurt, it was no joke.

Even the thick-skinned, tough-fleshed Snow Wolves didn’t want to suddenly get beaten when they weren’t training.

Michael and Max were childhood friends. Recently, the number of times he got beaten by Max had skyrocketed, but Michael wasn’t discouraged at all, still tirelessly persisting on the path of seeking a beating.

In the beginning, Eric still tried his best to persuade them until his mouth was tired. In his head, these two were the main couple in the original story; fighting like this every day was just indecent.

But later, it happened too many times, and he came to terms with it. Anyway, they wouldn’t beat each other to death, so just let them be. He was tired.

At this moment, he appeared extremely calm, ordering the few warriors who were watching the fun to come over and help shell peanuts, while he himself went into the house to get a few potatoes as large as rugby balls, preparing to make stir-fried shredded potatoes.

"Where could they find a tribe leader as kind as me to this bunch of gluttons," Eric muttered to himself.

After Max ruthlessly retaliated, seeing that Eric had already taken out the large earth beans, he finally stopped chasing and hitting Michael.

He adjusted his slightly disheveled clothes, calmly took the potato, and his movements of peeling and shredding were both fast and decisive.

After a few moves, still no match for Max, Michael was punched until he winced, but he showed no fear.

He bustled over to Eric’s side again, curiously watching him prepare the secondary ingredients.

Eric gave him a rather helpless glance; at this moment, he felt as if the other person was the cub, while he was the truly adult Snow Wolf.

This time, he planned to make five-spice roasted peanuts.

After preparing all the spices, while the fire still had glowing embers, he wiped the iron wok clean, keeping it completely dry, without a trace of water or oil.

The remaining temperature of the fire was just right, not too hot, very suitable for roasting. Eric waited for the wok to get very hot, then added the spices to roast until fragrant, before pouring in the peanuts shelled by the warriors, stirring them evenly.

Roasting this dish could easily lead to burning if not careful; it required continuous, non-stop stirring.

Eric’s body wasn’t large, so wielding the big iron spatula to stir continuously was quite strenuous. He promptly handed this task over to Michael.

Max’s peeling and shredding movements were as fast as lightning. While Eric was directing the peanut roasting, he had already finished shredding a large plateful.

He remembered that yesterday Eric had to wash the potato shreds several times before stir-frying, so he carefully washed them a few more times to clean off all the starch.

This dish was even simpler. Eric scooped some leftover animal fat from last night, used another iron wok, and just needed to stir-fry the shredded potatoes over high heat a few times until they were just cooked.

This was originally a quick dish. After the aromatic plate of stir-fried potato shreds was taken off the heat, the five-spice roasted peanuts were also just done. Both dishes were served on large pottery plates at the same time, piping hot and fragrant.

The smell of the five-spice roasted peanuts was completely different from peanuts fried in oil; it carried a much richer flavor of spices.

No one was afraid of the heat, just grabbing large handfuls, stuffing them into their mouths, and chewing crunchily.

If Joseph ate like this, he would definitely burn his mouth.

Seeing others eating deliciously while feeling anxious, he cleverly scooped a small portion into a separate bowl, using the wind to cool it down.

Although he didn’t know that peanuts were the absolute best snack to accompany wine, the salty, fragrant, and nutty taste of the peanuts in his mouth immediately made him crave wine intensely.

Unfortunately, he had just finished discussing the trade with Bi, and later he had to set off with Eric.

It was just that, he was returning to the tribe, while Eric’s group was going to the sea. This was also a diversionary tactic to deceive those with ill intentions.

Thomas would stay here to handle the rest of the Snow Wolf tribe’s trade. Finally, the three parties would regroup at a rendezvous point and return to the main tribe together.

At this time, he naturally couldn’t satisfy his craving for wine and could only swallow hard to appease his thirst.

Bi sat next to Thomas and Joseph, his large ox mouth incessantly chewing the small earth beans, his ox eyes shining with the pure happiness of eating delicious food.

The shredded potatoes were indeed very difficult to pick up; last night after returning home, Bi even secretly practiced by himself for a long time.

He couldn’t understand how the Snow Wolf people could learn to use such a difficult tool.

But the small earth beans could be picked up directly by hand. The Ox-Head tribe beastmen just stuffed handful after handful into their mouths.

They had brought a lot, and Eric couldn’t make it all in one go. For the remaining part, he could only promise to make it for them to eat when he returned.

Thinking this, Eric felt his trip was still not well-planned. He should have brought Sam. If it weren’t for the lack of manpower in the kitchen, he really wanted to bring him along.

After enjoying a morning full of dishes, from soy milk and peanut milk to noodles, tofu, and both types of stir-fried large and small earth beans, the Ox-Head tribe beastmen all just wanted to stay in the Hadu tribe and not go back.

But not only did Joseph and Eric have to set off, they also needed to return to find their tribe leader to report clearly on the matter of the beans and the stone mill.

The trade contents discussed last night also needed the tribe leader’s approval before they could be officially carried out.

The three of them had no choice but to leave with great reluctance.

Eric, Max, and Michael also brought the necessary luggage for salt refining. Joseph, under the protection of a Snow Wolf warrior, set off to return to the tribe first to arrange for the Dwarves to start forging agricultural tools.

After seeing Joseph and the warrior off, Eric also wrapped himself up tightly and sat firmly on the broad back of Max, who had transformed into his large Snow Wolf form. Along with Michael, who had also transformed, the group left under the reluctant and worried gazes of Thomas and the others.