I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 265: Wrapped Rice

Just that this work of collecting fertilizer...

Eric imagined it a bit and couldn’t help but frown slightly.

One could only say, farming, though a good thing, was a process both tiring and dirty.

Besides animal fertilizer, various plant stalks like corn and sorghum after harvest could also be dried and burned into ash to fertilize the fields; the fertility was even better than plant ash burned from ordinary dry grass.

In addition to those methods, casting nature magic a few more times on crops and vegetables could also help them grow better.

Evan also told Eric that practicing nature magic could also be done in the fields.

During his meditation process, natural elements would constantly gather nearby; the higher the concentration of natural elements, the better the crops in the field would grow.

The land was cleared, only the canals weren’t dug yet; furthermore, several wells had to be dug in the fields, otherwise, it would be difficult to lead water for irrigation.

This work was relatively troublesome. Although having memories from his previous life, Eric had only watched others farm since childhood and didn’t have much impression himself.

Fortunately, the two Ox-Head tribe members were very familiar with this aspect.

Where canals should be dug from, led to where, Balu and Kiet were very familiar. After resting for a few days with the clansmen of the Hadu tribe, they continued to lead everyone to start digging canals.

Seeing Eric’s water well for the first time, Balu and Kiet were extremely curious. Although Eric had told them how to find places where water could be dug out, the Ox-Head tribe still didn’t know the specific details.

This time it was perfect; Eric found several places in the fields where wells could be dug, so he led a few Snow Wolves to start digging.

The Ox-Head people observed carefully from the side; once they learned, later the Red Grass tribe would also find it more convenient to water the fields.

The water drawing device at the well head made by the Dwarves also saved a lot of effort. It was like the hand pump Eric had used when he was small; each time it was used, a little water had to be primed first, then the lever pressed to pump water up.

Although not as convenient as the electric wells later, compared to the most ancient type of well where a bucket had to be lowered and pulled up, it saved much more effort.

Luban wasn’t here.

When Eric dug the well in the yard, he inadvertently told him about a device that could directly suck water out of the well. From then on, Luban always kept in mind making a device driven by magic power, just that he hadn’t finished researching it before having to go to the Gray tribe.

Eric led people to finish digging one well; the locations for other wells were also marked by him. Thus, most preparatory work was nearly complete.

This year he planned to plant grain and potatoes. The best sowing time was in April and May. The weather on the Snow Wolf tribe side was a bit colder, similar to the northern region in Eric’s previous life, so he intended to wait until the weather completely warmed up to sow seeds.

Otherwise, if the temperature suddenly dropped causing a frost, the seeds in the ground would face disaster, and the loss would be too great.

This was Eric’s first spring on this continent. He had seen in the original owner’s memory that spring here occasionally had cold snaps, and the temperature dropped even more abruptly than on the human continent, with larger temperature differences, so being careful was better.

Now it was March; during this time everyone could finally rest a bit.

Ah, and the Snow Wolf tribe’s way of resting naturally wasn’t lying down to sleep. The tribe needed bricks urgently, so when free they had to follow to make mud bricks again.

A Mat played very happily with the group of beast cubs after waking up. She was the youngest so everyone yielded to her.

Every day, she and Leo would roll around until they became two mud-covered figures before going home. It was unknown how they made mud bricks to the point of getting mud even on their hair and faces; Eric thought forever but couldn’t figure it out.

Playing too happily, Eric looked at A Mat and felt she had played until forgetting the way home, no longer clamoring for her parents - truly a carefree child.

She wasn’t in a hurry, but Eric couldn’t keep dragging it on. Now the tribe’s work had eased up, it was time to arrange for Max and Michael to take A Mat home.

Time became plentiful again. Max hadn’t led warriors to train for a long time. To prevent them from getting rusty, Max led the warriors to the valley to train; even the unwilling Sam was dragged along.

Eric thought for a while; after all, there was no rush in a day or two, so he decisively went to the cafeteria to help.

Everyone had worked hard for so long; he intended to personally make some delicious food for the clansmen.

"You intend to cook with us? Everyone really has luck with food today." Jessica was surprised to see him arrive.

Eric scratched his head: "Everyone has been busy for so many days and worked hard."

Jessica and Iris had also recently returned to the cafeteria to cook. For them, work in the cafeteria was still a bit lighter; plowing fields was too tiring.

The food Eric made was delicious, a fact everyone knew. Everyone looked at him curiously and expectantly, not knowing what dish he would make today, all waiting to help.

"Iris, help me go to the cellar to get some potatoes and cabbage up here; today we’ll make some wrapped rice to eat." Eric said to Iris.

Wrapped rice was a dish he learned on the internet later. The first time he tried it, he was extremely surprised, and the method wasn’t difficult so he taught himself. The homemade version was even better than outside, and hygienic.

It was just that the ingredients had to be chosen well. Eric had experience; the large round cabbage sold in supermarkets wouldn’t taste good for wrapped rice, having a bitter taste, while homegrown cabbage had a sweet taste.

The long green cabbage grown by the Ox-Head tribe tasted not bad. Just that Eric was used to calling it cabbage based on its shape; over time he also made other clansmen call it cabbage.

He still remembered the first time Balu heard them call this thing cabbage, his face full of question marks. The Ox-Head tribe had always called this vegetable ’green veggie’.

Just now he forgot, Eric told Iris to go to the cellar to get a few large baskets of eggs up again.

Some eggs in the cafeteria cellar were picked up by Sam leading cubs, while the rest were mostly chicken and duck eggs collected every day from the breeding area.

Correct, after the wild chickens and gray wild ducks adapted to life in the coop, with sufficient food, they had started laying eggs. Every day whoever went to feed them would conveniently pick up eggs in the cages.

Eggs laid in the breeding area were a size larger than wild eggs, possibly due to the feed. After all, wild chickens and ducks couldn’t eat bran and grain; nutrition didn’t keep up, so eggs laid were naturally smaller.

Making wrapped rice, how could it lack egg sauce. The bean paste Eric fermented later at home was also edible now, just right to use for stir-frying egg sauce.

The various eggs in the cellar were all mixed together. Eric was too lazy to choose, directly breaking the eggshells and beating them evenly.