I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 285: Making More Glassware

Spring arrived. Besides the fierce beast tides, there was also the green gradually reviving.

On the plains where tender green grass usually grew every year, this year it was still a brown earthy color. This land was no longer hard but loose and flat after being plowed.

Tens of thousands of acres of plowed land were reclaimed; the scale was comparable to a county town in Eric’s previous life.

At the edge of the fields, more than a dozen beautiful Elves wearing green cloaks were plowing. Some held hoes, others pulled plows.

This scene had a huge visual impact. No creature on the Illusion Dream Continent had ever seen Elves so miserable. Although they wore clothes made of Elf cloth and wore simple and elegant jewelry, they had completely lost their nobility, everyone covered in mud.

Although Sam brought food to the Elves every day according to Thomas’s wishes, he mainly came to see the joke. He even dragged Kevin along, using the excuse of delivering food to watch the Elves plow the fields.

Elves couldn’t use magic after being injured, but the magic cast earlier could be retracted. After the sky-blocking plants danced wildly and dispersed, only huge deep pits were left on the spot, looking desolate and dilapidated.

When magic couldn’t be used, using manpower to plow such a large area of land was indeed a disaster.

Pepsi was tormented in his heart every day. Whenever he did farm work, he wanted to get angry, but thinking of the person standing behind that cunning little chief, he suppressed this impulse.

He also wanted to contact that person to see if it was their prince, but unfortunately, there was no chance. Beastmen and Dwarves monitored them very strictly.

This tribe was also very strange. Besides Snow Wolves, there were also Dwarves and Ox-Heads here. Houses and meals were also vastly different from other beastman tribes.

This situation made him dare not act rashly. The magic power and spiritual power in his body were severely depleted, and in the Snow Wolf tribe, unlike in the Elf forest, recovery was very slow.

Those Snow Wolf warriors were not to be trifled with. If that person really was the Prince, and he acted hastily causing the Prince to get hurt, it wouldn’t be good.

Feeling depressed every day, and having to do damned farm work, Pepsi was like a volcano about to erupt. The other Elves originally wanted to complain, but seeing his state, none dared to open their mouths and could only suffer silently.

Every morning, they would be woken up by the nasty Dwarf, then do farm work all day. After working for a few days, the Elves’ hands developed blisters, which burst upon working.

These Elves, pampered since childhood, had never suffered such hardship. Only when their bodies recovered a little magic did the wounds on their hands heal, and farming became a bit more comfortable later.

After all, they were Evan’s kin. Although Evan didn’t open his mouth to beg for mercy for them, Eric couldn’t make it too ugly.

He let Michael watch over the tribesmen, preventing them from mocking the Elves to their faces. Laughing behind their backs was fine, but really provoking the Elves into making a scene would be troublesome.

Although everyone in the Hadu tribe wanted to see the rare sight of Elves losing face, out of respect for the little chief, they only dared to find excuses to glance while working and then go back to mock them. They didn’t intentionally go in front of the Elves to provoke them.

The only one who could contact the Elves daily was Sam, who was responsible for delivering food. He was unkind enough to bring Kevin along.

Even though they didn’t dare violate Eric’s will to mock them to their faces, nor did they intentionally cut the Elves’ food rations, just their expressions alone were enough to make the Elves feel humiliated.

Pepsi was very angry about this. If it weren’t for Fanta being heavily injured and still in the tent, and the presence of a suspected prince, he really wanted to quickly recover his magic to level this weird beastman tribe.

The appearance of the Elves wasn’t entirely a bad thing. Originally, Eric planned to have only two or three days to prepare dry food for Max, Michael, and Grass. This time, Max and the others wouldn’t leave the tribe casually before the Elves left, so the time to prepare dry food became extremely ample.

After clarifying things with Eric, Evan routinely took him far away to teach magic every day. It was just that later, when researching how to turn back into an Elf, Evan would also leave Eric there instead of finding excuses to hide far away.

Eric watched a few times out of curiosity but lost interest, preferring to stay home making pancakes or adobe bricks.

Although Evan couldn’t turn back immediately, the effect was very obvious: his height.

Unknown since when, Evan had grown a head taller than Eric, and in the past few days, he seemed to have grown a bit more. Besides that, there were no other changes. Evan was worried but had no solution.

The pancakes made filled Eric’s storage room. Even the cellar door was almost covered by pancakes, making it very hard to get things.

With so many, it would be enough for three people to eat on the road no matter what. Moreover, they could hunt; in spring, magical beasts became active again, so there probably wouldn’t be a shortage of food.

He also took time to lead everyone in the canteen to ferment soy sauce, bean paste, and sweet paste; these were indispensable seasonings.

The weather in spring was dry and the temperature was warming up, just right for fermentation. He didn’t know how much of the method he taught the Ox-Head tribe they had learned. If nothing unexpected happened, the batch from winter should have been eaten, and it was time to ferment the next batch.

The two types of paste used ceramic vats for fermentation; when eating, one could just scoop directly from the vat. Using wide-mouthed ceramic vats to hold soy sauce wasn’t very convenient.

Previously, the tribe had few beans, so the soy sauce Eric made each time wasn’t much. Now making soy sauce for the whole tribe to use, naturally, using bottles would be better.

Plastic was certainly hard to research. Eric found a few skillful Dwarves and asked them to make some more glass bottles. When the time came, they would put the soy sauce in, and use wooden plugs to seal the bottle mouths.

The human world also used glassware, and Dwarves also had glass utensils, so this request from Eric wasn’t difficult. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Since installing glass windows for every house last year, they hadn’t made new glass for half a year. Thinking of using glass with much higher purity to make utensils, the Dwarves thought it would definitely be beautiful, so they agreed happily and went to work immediately.

Glass bottles and cups were no longer novel in modern times, but in another world where labor was scarce, glass was still something only nobles could use.

The human world’s glass transparency wasn’t high yet, so mostly it was used to inlay on castle windows.

The glass made by the Hadu tribe’s Dwarves was different. Every time Eric wiped the windows clean, it looked as if there was no glass installed. If they made glass doors like in modern times, presumably quite a few people would bump their heads every day.

Making cups and bottles with glass of such purity, one could guess the effect would definitely be excellent just by thinking about it. Eric even racked his brains to recall the various textures of glassware he had seen to tip off the Dwarves.

Such as hammer patterns and ripple patterns, which were all quite popular styles for a time. Eric had once bought cups and fruit plates with such patterns.