I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 259: The Perk of Sitting on the Head
Eric had sought help from the Ox-Head tribe to teach the Snow Wolves how to farm, but he didn’t expect Balu and Kiet, these two Ox-Head men, to be so honest.
Without a second word after eating, they transformed into oxen to help with the work. Their giant ox bodies were even larger than the beast forms of the Snow Wolves and the Horned Goat people.
The Ox-Head tribe indeed had a natural talent for farming. The plows of the Hadu tribe didn’t fit their hands well; otherwise, their plowing efficiency would have been even higher.
Even so, the two Ox-Head men led far ahead. With the two of them setting an example in front, the beastmen of the Hadu tribe refused to be left behind, and everyone used all their strength.
The job of taking the Dwarves and dishes back had been snatched by Sam. Eric had work to do, so he hitched a ride on Sam back to the tribe.
Not long after the land clearing started, Eric often ran back to the tribe himself. Later, as everyone plowed further and further away, Eric got too lazy to run. Having a "wolf delivery service" to sit on was naturally the best.
Sam completely missed Eric’s intention and was still wagging his tail smugly. Hmph, that cunning Kevin finally couldn’t compete with him this time.
Leo, Flower, and the other cubs had already been taken back to the cafeteria by Kevin and Sam to eat earlier. On the way back to the tribe, Eric met this group of kids and knew they intended to go to the fields to plow again.
"Alright, I have other work to do here. Come help; this job suits you even better than plowing."
Eric slid down from Sam’s back to stop the cubs, smiling as he spoke.
Robin’s brown eyes were clear: "So Eric, what are you planning to take us to do?"
Eric smiled meaningfully, turning his head to look at Sam, who was lying on the spot waiting: "It just so happens that Sam doesn’t want to plow anymore either. Let’s go together."
Sam’s hackles rose. He just wanted to be lazy for a bit; what did young Eric want to make him do now...
A while later, after taking the Dwarves and used dishes back to the cafeteria, Sam carried a group of cubs, with Eric sitting on his head, heading towards the brick kiln.
"Young Eric, have you gotten used to sitting on Max’s head? Why do you have to sit on my head too? Can’t you sit on my back like before?" Sam complained incessantly.
Eric spread his hands comfortably: "Sitting on the head lets me see further. Besides, before it was winter; sitting on the back at least blocked the wind."
He had secretly asked Max; the Snow Wolf tribe had no rule that only a mate could sit on the head. Him sitting on Max’s head surprised the tribesmen because no one had ever dared to climb onto Max’s head before.
Going straight to the vicinity of the brick kiln, Eric patted Sam’s big head: "Go a bit further; we’ll dig some earth to bring back first."
Tullte was telepathically connected and shouted loudly: "Oh, I know! Eric, are you planning to take us to make bricks? I love that!"
Last summer, the adobe bricks fired in the kiln were all made by these kids. This year there were also the goat kids. Eric smiled and said: "You guessed right. This is the work cubs should do; leave plowing to the adults."
The Dwarf children and wolf cubs all liked playing with mud. Hearing this, they cheered and jumped around, bouncing up and down on Sam’s back.
The goat kids didn’t understand why they were so excited, but seeing their friends so happy, it must be something fun, so they jumped along.
"Little ancestors, stop jumping. If you fall later, I’m the one who will get scolded." Sam’s deep voice came from beneath the cubs.
The cubs, in high spirits, wouldn’t listen. It was only because Eric watched over them and didn’t let them get too close to the edge that no one accidentally fell off.
Sam found a spot by the riverbank, let the cubs down, and started digging with his tail raised high.
This was his specialty. Judging by the traps in the reeds and the forest, Sam dug holes both fast and accurately.
It had been a long time since making adobe bricks, so Sam was also a bit excited. Once enough earth was dug, he started sifting the soil and mixing the mud.
After being criticized by Eric the first time he mixed mud, Sam was much more careful this time.
This time there were no other beastmen, so Eric could only let Sam help mix the mud. Otherwise, relying only on him and the cubs, just mixing mud would take a lot of time, and their strength wasn’t equal to Sam’s. If the mud wasn’t kneaded enough, the quality of the bricks would also be affected.
The brick kiln hadn’t been fired for a long time, but the adobe molds were kept carefully. Who knows what marks the cubs had made on them, but each one ran over to find the exact one they had used before and eagerly started playing with mud.
Eric found a few of the remaining molds and distributed them to the goat kids. With so many cubs making adobe bricks, one less of him wouldn’t matter, so he sat where pottery was made before and started molding earthenware embryos.
Currently, the scarcest thing in the tribe was large earthenware jars. After the cafeteria pickled vegetables once, all the remaining jars in the tribe were used up. The others had all been traded to the Ox-Head tribe for food. Now that the weather was warming up, it was just the right time to replenish the stock.
In addition, Eric also planned to mold many pottery basins. With lots of beans later, the cafeteria would definitely make bean sprouts often; it wouldn’t do without utensils.
Thinking of this, Eric felt a bit weary. If he had known, he would have chosen chemistry as his major in university back then; that would have saved so much trouble. Just like now, he missed plastic basins immensely - light and convenient, unbreakable when dropped. Unfortunately, he couldn’t find a clue how to make them.
Many bricks were needed this year, so naturally, there were many adobe bricks. The shed built to dry adobe bricks last year was a bit small. After Eric molded a few pottery embryos, he started expanding the wooden shed.
Robin sensibly helped the younger Dwarf children carry the finished adobe bricks to the shed, place them down, and arrange them neatly on the ground to dry slowly.
"Eric, when will my father and Uncle Joseph return?" The boy looked up and asked.
On the roof of the shed, Eric was holding dry grass to place on top, to prevent sudden rain from wetting the adobe bricks:
"They went to help other Dwarves build new houses. Once they teach the Dwarves over there how to fire bricks and tiles, and how to make cement, they can come back. There are Snow Wolf warriors with them, so don’t worry."
Joseph had set off for the Gray tribe a few days ago. He took Luban and several other Dwarves skilled in brick firing. Eric also found two Snow Wolf warriors to protect them; perhaps these people were about to arrive.
Robin frowned and said: "I’ve never been away from Father before. These days, only Mother and I are left at home."
Joseph’s daughter, Phan, was a few years older than the boy. Looking like a little adult, she happened to come over to place adobe bricks.
She made a funny face at Robin: "Big boy still clinging to his father’s hem, so shameful."
Robin’s dark skin looked even darker after blushing. The honest boy held it in until his face alternated between black and red, unable to think of a retort, and silently walked away.
"You, stop teasing him all the time," Eric said helplessly.
Phan triumphantly continued to make faces at Robin’s back:
"Eric, look how silly he is."
