I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 212: Uncontrollable Gene of Loving Handsome Guys
The Ox-Head tribe loved eating boiled intestines and stir-fried offal dishes, but unfortunately, while their hands were skillful at farming, they weren’t good at the troublesome task of cleaning intestines. They could only eat ready-made food hungrily, and once back at the Red Grass tribe, they couldn’t eat it anymore.
After learning about the Ox-Head tribe’s preference from Sam, Eric decided to use the various frozen internal organs in the yard for dinner today.
Besides boiling a pot of intestines in the large cast-iron pan, Eric also sliced the heart, liver, lungs, intestines, and gizzard of a sheep-like magic beast into small pieces, blanching them once in boiling water.
Several basins full of offal, after being blanched, were washed clean. In the cast-iron pan, following the old routine, pork fat was heated, sliced onions and garlic were fried until fragrant, then some Sichuan peppercorns and star anise were added to enhance the aroma. The offal in the basin was added and stir-fried until firm.
Thinking that casting the water ball spell would definitely make the Ox-Head tribe scream again, Eric scooped some water from the well in the yard and poured it into the pan. Soy sauce, oyster sauce, and salt were indispensable. After adding the seasonings, he found a lid to cover it, letting this pot of goat stew simmer until tender.
"What is this? Why is it spitting water?" Balu’s bovine eyes widened, pointing at the water well in surprise.
When Eric pumped water, Kiet had run to the well to watch for a long time, looking down while imitating him pressing the pump handle.
Water gushed out with his movement; Eric hurriedly placed an empty basin underneath: "Don’t play with the water; in this cold weather, spilling it on the ground will freeze, be careful causing others to slip."
Balu also ran over to look down the well. If his body weren’t bigger than the well mouth, Eric would really be afraid he might fall in.
"This is a dug well; not every place can dig up water. This is called what principle... right, this is the lever and piston principle, anyway, it’s much more convenient."
Eric explained somewhat distressingly. He wasn’t afraid of the Ox-Head tribe stealing the idea; to him, it didn’t matter if everyone learned to make this water well. It was just troublesome to explain the principle because he only understood it vaguely himself.
This water pump on the well was made by the Dwarves based on Eric’s memory. Fortunately, what he remembered was relatively simple, so the Dwarves could make it.
If it were the electric pumps of modern society later on, it would be much more complex. Eric didn’t understand that much; if he couldn’t explain clearly, the Dwarves couldn’t make it either.
But having said that, even the most ancient dug well using a bucket to draw water was more convenient than going to the lake or river to fetch ice.
Before moving, daily water usage was enough to trouble Eric. Luckily, the tribesmen knew he was weak, so they helped fetch water every time.
"So convenient, if only our tribe had a water well too. We wouldn’t have to run to the lake to get ice every time. Last time it was my turn, I was almost bitten on the tail by a magic beast jumping up from below."
Kiet touched his tail with a fearful expression. The tail of an Ox-Head person was very important; finding a mate required looking at the tail first. If bitten by that magic beast, he would have a hard time finding a mate later.
The Ox-Head tribe wasn’t good at swimming either. The lake near the Red Grass tribe was both large and deep, naturally containing giant aquatic monsters that could break ice easily, so fetching ice wasn’t completely safe.
Eric laughed: "It’s hard to find a spot in this cold weather. Wait until it gets warmer, find a suitable location, place some soybeans on the ground. If the soybeans become damp overnight, digging a well there will yield water. By then, the Dwarves of our tribe can also help you make this water pump."
The two Ox-Head people were overjoyed, excitedly wanting to grab Eric’s hand to thank him. Fortunately, as they rushed over, both remembered the person in front was still a cub who couldn’t withstand their strong handshake, so they retracted most of their strength in time.
Eric had both hands grabbed by the Ox-Head people, bright bovine eyes on both sides, giving him quite a headache.
"Truly thank you so much, young chief. If this method works, our Ox-Head tribe will be extremely grateful to you. Chief Tu will definitely send food again!" Kiet said excitedly, Balu beside him nodding furiously in agreement.
"No need, the amount you sent is already plenty. Apart from keeping seeds, the rest is enough to eat for a very long time. I told you not for trading."
Eric hurriedly refused. In this trade, their Hadu tribe had gained a huge advantage. Originally, using the tofu recipe as a bargaining chip, the Ox-Head tribe had paid with food. If the well-digging method also demanded food from them, his conscience really couldn’t bear it.
"That’s wonderful, young chief, you truly are a kind beastman!" Balu shook Eric’s hand emotionally.
For the Ox-Head tribe to survive until now, it definitely had an inseparable relationship with their strength; being so naive, they could easily be cheated out of everything...
No wonder other beastmen disliked humans; this must be the instinctive reaction of simple creatures to a cunning species.
Well, except for the black-hearted Black Wolf tribe; hearing the name already sounded complicated.
"Alright, I still have to cook. Just remember this method; if you really don’t know, next year I’ll come to the Red Grass tribe to find a spot to dig a well for you."
Even though these two Ox-Head people held back their strength, having one shaking each of Eric’s hands wasn’t pleasant. Eric hurriedly used food to divert their attention.
Sure enough, hearing Eric had to continue cooking, Balu and Kiet reluctantly let go of his hands slowly.
"What are you guys doing?"
A person with a handsome face walked out of the house; it was Evan.
He had just finished meditation. These past few days had truly exhausted him; only after Eric returned did he have space to rest.
But the feeling of constant spiritual depletion was extremely uncomfortable. Whenever he had time, Evan would sink into meditation, even during the day.
Having just finished a meditation session, he heard the loud, excited voices of the Ox-Head tribe in the yard. Worried, he walked out, unexpectedly seeing the scene before him.
Eric finally had his hands free; hearing this, he spread his hands helplessly: "I’m teaching them how to dig a water well..."
A look of understanding flashed in Evan’s eyes; only then did the corner of his lips curve into a smile.
"Right, how is it today? Has your spiritual power completely recovered?" Eric asked with concern, but seeing Evan’s face finally having some color, there must have been an improvement.
His concern made Evan’s smile even brighter; his jet-black hair and eyes, highlighted by his overly handsome face, seemed to shine.
Eric’s gaze was slightly dazed; although he had seen it too many times, he still couldn’t help being surprised.
Please don’t continue flirting with a handsome-guy lover, okay?
Eric reacted, scratching his head shyly.
Since turning into a Snow Wolf person, he thought he had cultivated much stronger self-control. After all, the main top and bottom were both very good-looking, and the beastmen each had their own beauty, no one was ugly.
Unfortunately, facing Evan’s beauty which was on another level, it was still hard to control his gene of loving handsome guys...
