I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 264: Land Belongs to Whoever Claims It
Apart from a few people, other clansmen still didn’t know there was a Snake tribe cub hibernating in the tribe.
A Mat had always slept soundly and never showed her face, so Eric didn’t announce it to everyone with fanfare.
Those who frequented his house knew there was a little snake always curled up in the fur on the heated bed, but since Eric could pick up even two humans, picking up an additional Snake tribe cub wasn’t surprising.
However, among the Dwarves, aside from Joseph and Bruno, the others still didn’t know this news, so when they saw A Mat, everyone’s eyes widened in surprise.
Dwarves could only recognize this was a cub, but the Ox-Head tribe people, due to frequent interactions with other races, recognized A Mat belonged to the Snake tribe immediately.
A Mat, seeing so many strangers, timidly hugged Eric’s neck tightly.
She looked as cute as if carved from snowy jade, just that her skin was precariously white, not healthy and rosy like other races. With big sparkling eyes, anyone she looked at felt their heart melt.
While she was still sleeping, Eric had given the small clothes temporarily made of animal skin at the seaside to Jessica, asking her to make comfortable clothes based on that size, including a sweater and an outer animal skin coat.
Under Eric’s direction, the Snow Wolves’ aesthetic for making clothes had improved significantly. Clothes were no longer just about wrapping around the body as initially, but also started to pursue elegance and beauty.
A Mat wore a cute dark yellow animal skin coat; a bit of the gray-white sweater collar peaked out from the fluffy fur collar, further highlighting her fair skin.
"This is the Snake tribe cub I picked up in winter, named A Mat." Eric patted A Mat’s back, introducing her to the Ox-Head people and Dwarves.
Max stepped forward and took the Snake tribe cub from Eric’s arms: "Finally woke up."
If it were someone else, A Mat certainly wouldn’t be easily held, but she had met Max before hibernation and knew this was also one of the Snow Wolves who saved her, so she obediently reached out to switch to another embrace.
"So young. The Snake tribe moves inconveniently whenever winter comes; how could the adults be so irresponsible, letting such a small child run out in winter." Balu frowned and said.
Perhaps this was the stubbornness of naughty children; they were like time bombs, adults never guessed what they would do.
Eric thought to himself, it seems no matter which world, naughty children are the hardest species to control.
Kiet secretly touched A Mat’s little hand, then smiled foolishly with satisfaction.
"So what to do, do you know which tribe she belongs to? The tribes of the Snake tribe seem to be mostly distributed in the magic beast forest area."
Mentioning this, Eric also had a headache:
"Sigh, we only know the general direction. I don’t know how much this little kid remembers. But between Snake tribes, they surely know each other’s locations; we just need to find a Snake tribe to ask."
"It’s just that now is the busiest time, who do you intend to send?" Balu asked curiously.
Eric still hadn’t thought of it. Only Max and Michael knew where A Mat was picked up; he himself certainly couldn’t easily leave the tribe.
The person to take A Mat home seemed to be chosen only between Max and Michael, just that sending either of them alone would make Eric worry.
Last time taking that road was winter; few magic beasts appeared. Aside from some cold-loving magic beasts, most didn’t easily appear.
On that trip, the highest-level magic beast they encountered was only tier-four; going now, it wasn’t certain what level they would encounter.
The more he thought, the more difficult it became; Eric silently started pinching his palm.
"Sigh, I still haven’t thought of it. The tribe has a lot of work this year; I can’t go. Max has the strongest combat power, but there must be a companion. How about this, Max, you and Michael go together." Eric said with a grimace.
Michael had delicate thoughts, Max had strong combat power; the two were truly a matching pair, Eric thought sourly to himself.
But saying so, if the two of them went together, Eric wouldn’t have to worry so much.
"Okay, but let’s wait until we finish this busy period then plan." Max comforted.
These days the tribe was busy dizzyingly; there really was no time to send A Mat. This trip would take at least over a month, delaying a lot of work.
Eric smiled and said to A Mat: "There are many cubs here, you just play with them for a few days. Wait a few days until farming is done, Max will take you home."
A Mat was still small; hearing the word "play." she threw other things to the back of her mind and slid down happily from Max’s arms.
Leo acted like a big brother, pulling A Mat’s hand, leading her towards where the cubs were making mud bricks.
Flower, Robin, and other cubs had long seen the newly appeared little cub. Playmates were naturally never too many, so seeing Leo lead A Mat over, the group of cubs, afraid of scaring her, didn’t dare to be loud, only cheering in low voices.
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Without precise measuring tools, Eric had no way to measure the specific cultivated area, but it looked like at least over five hundred thousand acres.
This number was still not one-tenth of the Ox-Head tribe’s cultivated area, but the Hadu tribe had few people; this amount of land was completely enough to use.
If not for the beastmen’s great strength and fast work, the Hadu tribe couldn’t handle this amount of land either. After all, farm tools here completely relied on manpower. If it were the same number of humans, they fundamentally couldn’t plant it all and could only leave it barren.
Actually, past the Snow Wolf territory, going a bit further was a large ownerless plain, just that the number of magic beasts was relatively high.
The number of warriors in the Hadu tribe was limited; even if they expanded the territory, they couldn’t patrol it all, so that side had always been inhabited only by magic beasts.
The Illusion Dream Continent had vast land and few people; such places were many.
Eric thought ambitiously, later when the tribe’s manpower expanded, sooner or later, that area would have to be divided into his territory. Here there was no order; whoever claimed the land owned it.
Taking advantage of the chaotic situation to occupy more land was only beneficial and not harmful to the tribe.
Land plowed, every clansman lost a layer of weight.
Even though the cafeteria had Dwarves cooking delicious food every day, the amount of exercise was too large, lasting nearly two months. Losing a layer of weight was mild; not being exhausted was already lucky.
Eric was no exception. Although most of the time he led cubs to make mud bricks or mold pottery, due to worrying about many things, his appetite wasn’t good lately.
The plowed fields were fertilized. Besides a small amount of manure from the breeding area, it was basically bone meal made by Eric burning magic beast bones.
Fertilizer couldn’t have sufficient components like in modern times, but fortunately, this land was originally fertile Black Earth, and it was the first crop, so the soil fertility was enough.
But in the following years, fertilizing couldn’t be missed, otherwise, after planting one year, the land would have to be left fallow for a year to rest. If frequently fertilized, it wasn’t needed.
He heard Balu say that the Red Grass tribe collected the Ox-Head tribe’s feces, keeping it for fertilizer next year.
It seemed the Snow Wolf tribe’s public restrooms also had to start being built, so collection would be more convenient.
