I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 255: In the Face of Work, Kindness is Useless
"These are things the tribe needs urgently. For example, the brick kiln must be expanded. Although we intend to cooperate with the Gray tribe, the tribe needs too many bricks this year. Besides trading with them, we also have to increase production ourselves, because other projects and the tribesmen’s houses all need them."
Seeing everyone’s astonishment, Eric patiently explained.
Thomas and the others also felt this item was very necessary. Beastmen were large and liked spacious areas, so building a house required several times more bricks and tiles than ordinary human dwellings.
Previously, Eric, Joseph, and the others had discussed trading bricks with the Gray tribe. Joseph naturally felt this was a good thing; it could solve the tribe’s difficulties and help the Gray tribe at the same time.
It was just that the Gray tribe was also starting from scratch. Just building the brick kiln required a period of time, so they couldn’t supply immediately.
Thomas held up the map, pointing to the "slaughterhouse" section. He didn’t speak, but his meaning was very clear.
Before Eric could open his mouth, Max spoke for him:
"Since strictly speaking, warriors hunting magic beasts have divided meat and processed hides right in the square, it really is very messy. Once the slaughterhouse is built, whether it is an individual or the tribe needing to slaughter magic beasts, they can go there. Inside, there will be a few fixed Snow Wolves working. Below, a cellar is prepared for hides, magic cores, and other parts, which can save a lot of trouble."
"A well also needs to be dug inside the slaughterhouse. After slaughtering, it will be convenient for washing and cleaning. Unifying the slaughter location is just like the cafeteria unifying where everyone eats; it’s all for convenience." Eric added.
Hearing the two say this, Thomas and the others involuntarily let out an "oh" in unison. Joseph had lived in the human world, so he understood faster:
"Isn’t this the human’s butchery?"
Robin was a vegetarian and had no interest in slaughtering magic beasts. He pointed his finger at the crisscrossing lines on the map and asked:
"What does ’projected route’ written above mean?"
In the impression of beastmen, a road was a road; what was there to build or not build? At most, if there was a difficult spot, they would ram it open; if not, they would detour. The words "building roads" were very strange to them.
First, Eric felt very pleased. Lately, everyone’s language ability had improved. Even if they complained to the heavens, they had learned a lot of words. Robin understanding the words on the map was the clearest proof.
"I plan to use cement to redo all the roads our tribe usually travels, such as the road to the coal mine, to the Red Grass tribe, and the internal roads within the tribe as well. Later, pulling wooden carts to transport things won’t involve worrying about uneven roads causing flips, and it will be much easier for us to walk ourselves."
This seemingly overly grandiose project shocked Robin so much his eyes almost fell out: "This... how long will it take to finish?"
Thomas also frowned tightly: "If we build roads, we can’t farm. The tribe only has so many people."
Humans in the other world had civilization, so naturally, they knew how to build roads, only they didn’t have something called cement. Bustling cities used stone slabs to pave roads. Gardens, castles of nobles and royalty used various precious woods or mineral ores. Commoners just walked on simple dirt roads.
Therefore, Joseph could understand Eric’s idea of building roads, but using cement to do it made the project truly too large, so he also had thoughts of dissuading him.
Eric looked at their expressions, turned his head to glance at Max, then laughed out loud, immediately getting his cheek pinched by Max with a doting, helpless expression.
"The matter of building roads naturally cannot be rushed. These are just planned roads; later, when we have time, we will do it slowly, section by section."
If they really wanted to finish these roads, it would probably take forever. Naturally, important matters had to be prioritized. Even if they built roads, priority would be given to internal routes in the tribe and the road to the coal mine.
In his previous life, all sorts of machines were extremely advanced, yet building a road wasn’t simple - short ones took months, long ones took years, let alone in an other-world relying entirely on manpower.
"That’s good then, do it slowly, no rush." Joseph breathed a sigh of relief: "No wonder a cement factory must be built; just building roads alone will consume who knows how much cement. But what is a breeding farm? Is it where young Eric raises rabbits?"
Eric nodded.
"That’s right. Winter was so cold, yet those rabbits, wild chickens, and wild ducks all survived. I think raising livestock will definitely succeed. The human world also raises animals, doesn’t it?
It’s just that we raise slightly bigger types. Later, when we raise many, using cages definitely won’t work, so we have to build a breeding farm. Inside, there must also be Snow Wolves specifically responsible for the farm work."
The area of the breeding farm was the largest among these projects. Eric planned to divide it into zones for construction: rabbits in one zone, chickens and ducks in one, dairy cows and later curved-horn goats and thorn-pigs, each type occupying a zone. How could a small place be enough?
Hearing his orderly plan, a look of satisfaction flashed in the eyes of Thomas and Joseph. They felt extremely satisfied with this young patriarch they had single-handedly cultivated.
Worthy of the person they chose; he increasingly had the demeanor of a patriarch, with a long-term vision and thorough consideration. As two experienced patriarchs, a hundred emotions swirled in their hearts - both proud and moved.
"Good, very good, young Eric, just do as you wish." Thomas laughed heartily, patting the back of Eric’s hand, speaking happily.
Joseph also stroked his beard and smiled. Beside them, Robin looked at Eric with a face full of admiration, stars almost shooting out of his eyes.
Eric’s face had grown thick. Aside from Max, he couldn’t tell others that these things were all the wisdom of predecessors, so he had to brazenly accept it, giving a few awkward laughs before changing the subject.
"These things can all be built slowly. I drew the map because I wanted to plan the locations of these facilities first, then we start clearing the land."
Joseph thought for a moment and said: "Indeed, we should start. If it were the human world, not long after spring, preparations for sowing would begin. Our weather here is slightly colder, so sowing is later; this period is just right for us to clear land."
Robin already knew the Hadu tribe was preparing to change their living habits, learning from the Ox-Head tribe to farm. He was now part of the tribe too, his heart full of expectation and a bit of excitement.
"The strength of the Horned Goat tribe isn’t inferior to Snow Wolves; we can help too!"
Eric looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"That is natural. There are only so many beastmen in total; don’t even think about escaping. I already had the Dwarves finish making the farming tools for the Horned Goat tribe."
The Horned Goat tribe hadn’t even officially joined the Hadu tribe, yet Eric had secretly calculated them into the farm labor force.
The Dwarves had helped care for the injured Horned Goat people, so they understood their physique well; suitable plows and hoes had all been manufactured.
Max suppressed a laugh, staring at his partner’s serious face; the more he looked, the cuter he found him.
Robin, standing dumbfounded on the spot, didn’t think so.
He stared at the young patriarch who, in his heart, was originally glowing with kindness, feeling that something wasn’t quite as he had imagined...
Thomas and Joseph glanced at each other, both silently reaching up to support their foreheads, revealing helpless smiles.
