I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 248: Bean Sprouts

The first batch of bean sprouts grew very well. Eric took the frozen internal organs from the courtyard to stew. He made stir-fried bean sprouts with shredded large intestine and stomach, adding some wild onions; the crunchy bean sprouts were even more delicious than the meat.

Eric didn’t like bean sprouts much before, but unexpectedly, here they became a taste of home.

Since it was the first time making bean sprouts, Eric was afraid of failure, so he only made a small amount. After stir-frying, besides the portion for his own household, following the old custom, he brought a plate for Arthur who came to scavenge for food, and another plate for Sam and Jessica in the cafeteria.

The bean sprout stems were crisp and sweet, and the bean part at the tip had a nutty fragrance after being cooked; it was hard not to love them. Sam and the others only got a little bit each before the plate was wiped clean.

With the successful introduction, Eric developed another way to eat beans. Sam and the others hadn’t had enough, and knowing the method was simple, everyone worked together using black beans to make bean sprouts in over a dozen large basins.

This new dish was loved by the tribe members. Previously in winter, apart from the Dwarves who had a slightly better life, the beastmen had only dried meat, dry grass, or unhusked beans and grains. Being able to fill their stomachs was already good enough.

The Horned Goat tribe was better off; after all, they were a vegetarian goat tribe, so chewing raw beans and grains was no problem.

Snow Wolves were carnivores, so it was relatively more difficult. whenever dried meat wasn’t enough in winter, they had to stuff these things to fill their bellies. If not for the fear of starving to death, they really wouldn’t want to eat them.

Now it was different; black beans could be eaten like this, which opened the wolves’ eyes. The stir-fried bean sprouts tasted crisp and sweet, making people unable to stop their chopsticks.

Naturally, some liked it and some didn’t. Some tribe members still preferred tofu, as well as the newly introduced tofu skin and dried tofu in the cafeteria. Whether stir-fried or in a salad, the taste was very appetizing.

Evan and Arthur could be said to find each other eyesores. Every time Arthur came to sponge meals, Evan’s eyes looked as if he wanted to pin him to the ground and stomp on him to vent his anger.

But ever since the last time the two fought and collapsed a section of Eric’s courtyard wall, Evan had suppressed the urge to beat him up every time, choosing to ignore him.

Every time Arthur scavenged good food, after eating like a whirlwind, his goodwill towards Eric would increase. Besides liking to follow Eric, he also had a good impression of all the chefs in the cafeteria.

Eric was also speechless with these two eccentrics, but he also realized that Evan probably wanted to ask Arthur something. It was just that Arthur had lost his memory now, so Evan suppressed his intention to beat him to death.

However, even if Evan wanted to beat Arthur to death, given Arthur’s ability to take a beating, it would be difficult. Previously, he provoked Grass and got a black eye, but he recovered completely in less than two days; this was also a kind of talent.

Eric’s ability to "pick up people" was quite something, managing to grab two such eccentric characters.

Now, besides learning two types of writing, he had to make time every day to practice magic with Evan. Currently, Evan’s magic power had recovered quite a bit; the range of the thorny vines he summoned was twice as large, and even the vines had become fiercer and thicker.

Max would occasionally practice magic with Eric too. After witnessing it once, he had very seriously told Eric that Evan was not just a high-level mage but had very likely reached the level of a Magister.

Then Arthur must be at least a Grand Swordsman; otherwise, how could he fight evenly with Evan?

It wasn’t clear how these two had fought in the first place. Arthur lost his memory, and Evan’s magic dropped to the beginner level and was only now slowly recovering.

Initially, Eric and the others guessed Evan was cursed by black magic. Until they picked up Arthur - could both of them have been cursed by black magic?

The only possibility was that the two fought too fiercely; one drained his magic completely, and the other got beaten until his brain broke.

Initially, the tribe members were implicitly guarded against Evan, but after many days of contact, this human, who looked frail in the eyes of Snow Wolves, treated the cubs and tribe members very well. Unlike other humans who looked at them with disgust and wariness.

Beastmen worshiped the strong the most. After Evan’s magic recovered by half, his level was truly impressive. Moreover, he was the magic teacher for their little patriarch Eric, so everyone’s attitude gradually softened.

As for Arthur, since the Hadu tribe had accepted Evan, they were gentler towards the second human they picked up. Arthur’s mind wasn’t quite right anyway, and for the simple beastmen, there was nothing scary about that.

Fools have a fool’s luck; Arthur also met the right time.

Evan didn’t even bother with him now. Every morning after checking Eric’s magic and teaching him some new knowledge, he would go alone into the distant forest to practice magic.

Occasionally meeting Arthur, he was too lazy to even give a glance.

That day, after finishing the morning class, Eric didn’t even want to eat lunch in the cafeteria. He strolled home to breathe some fresh air.

Max had led a group of warriors out on patrol and would probably take a while to return.

The warriors responsible for daily patrols inevitably missed literacy classes, but Eric had discussed with Luban and the others that warriors who missed lectures would have make-up classes in the evening. After all, evenings for beastmen were quite boring.

Evan was in charge of the afternoon class. He went out very early every day to practice magic and had to meditate at night, so his classes were in the afternoon.

The days of Leo and the other cubs running wild everywhere had ended. Now they had to study together every day, only getting to play a bit during breaks.

When Eric got home, a group of cubs had long since run out to play.

"Phew..." Eric exhaled a long breath, lying on the heated bed and hugging A Mat, who was curled up in a ball, rolling around.

If he had known this day would come, he would have taken the lead in teaching everyone Vietnamese so he wouldn’t have to learn anymore.

But then the beastmen still wouldn’t understand the writing of other human species and would still have to learn the Yas common language, meaning another subject added.

Beastmen hadn’t been in touch with these things for so many years; learning one type was enough for them to chew on. Learning another type would probably break their brains.

The Dwarves could probably learn Vietnamese script. In the past few days of learning two scripts, Eric learned the Dwarven script faster because it was a primitive form of the Latin alphabet.

Forget it, stop thinking about it. Eric sighed helplessly.

Even if he remembered all the rules, he would just be giving himself more work. Since the beastmen were learning the common language, there was no need to learn Vietnamese script, as other races wouldn’t understand it.

Moreover, he didn’t have the patience. Back in the day, when teaching his third aunt’s child to spell, he had almost hung the kid upside down on a tree branch. Now, asking him to teach a bunch of primitive people to read? Even his dad couldn’t do it.

He lifted the animal skin covering A Mat to take a look. The small black and red snake was curled into a ball, sleeping soundly; listening carefully, one could even hear soft snoring.

He didn’t know when this little guy would wake up.

Since eating its fill at the coast, it had been sleeping. The Snake tribe truly saved on food.