I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 298: Brewing Sorghum Wine

The Tiger warrior responsible for catching the little black cat had smelled the special scent of rice here from far away. Afterwards, he didn’t need to look for signs of his clansmen anymore but walked straight in the direction of the fragrance.

The black cat’s small body was very agile, making it difficult to chase. He ran until his stomach rumbled with hunger. Not caring about anything else, he glared at the little black cat and hurriedly ran into the dining hall to eat.

The little black cat was still terrified, its fur standing on end. The sharp claws hidden in its paw pads uncontrollably extended, gripping tightly onto the middle-aged Cat person’s clothes, refusing to come down.

Seeing it like this, Eric figured it probably didn’t want to enter the dining hall. Cats are very vigilant. Encountering such a thing, having a stress reaction was normal.

"Then take him to the living quarters together. I’ll bring food separately for him later," Eric said to the middle-aged Cat person.

The Cat person thanked him gratefully, constantly stroking the fur on the black cat’s back with his hand, trying to calm it down.

Since there was nothing else, Grass and the others dispersed. Only Eric and Max remained to lead these beastmen to the tent area.

Thomas and the others had set up a few more tents. Finally, there was enough space for these beastmen, but for now, they could only live together. They would wait until the new houses were built to divide living spaces for each family.

Those Horned Goat people who arrived earlier were now living in the collective living area. There were few of them, and when they first arrived, they didn’t feel safe, so they lived together in one tent. Later, after getting used to living there, even if there were spare tents, they were too lazy to move.

Now the Horned Goat people had neighbors. Aside from the Elves who could only leave after plowing the fields, the other tents were full of small beastmen and Tiger warriors.

Sunflower and the other Tiger warriors had received orders and had no choice but to pursue these small beastmen. But after capturing them, apart from restricting their movements, there was no abusive behavior.

Sunflower himself didn’t want his own kind to become commodities, but he had no other way.

Just as he told Eric, if he intentionally went easy to let the small beastmen escape, the warriors of the other faction had martial power no less than theirs. If these escaped small beastmen fell into the opponent’s hands, they would definitely suffer a lot.

Even so, these small beastmen were very afraid of the Tiger warriors. Being next to each other, it was like they were still being monitored.

The tribe was only so big. Eric and the others had no choice but to let the small beastmen try to endure for a while. Wait until the sorghum wine was brewed. Sunflower and the others would inspect the goods. If it worked, they would take it as merchandise and return to the Golden Kingdom to hand it over.

After settling these beastmen, Eric was a bit tired and couldn’t help stretching.

"Max, let’s go. We’ll go to the brick kiln first and bring the newly fired large pottery jars to the dining hall. We’ll brew a lot at once."

"Okay. Aside from the portion for seeds, the rest of the sorghum is still in the dining hall’s cellar." Max held his hand, walking towards the brick kiln.

Thomas, Michael, Kevin, and the others were left behind...

"This damn brat." Thomas pointed at Max’s retreating figure and cursed: "Not even avoiding us now, huh? Don’t know who was so picky before."

Michael couldn’t help laughing a few times: "It’s good this way. We don’t have to follow and work; just let Max carry it himself. Let’s go, let’s go to the dining hall."

Busy for half a day, Michael, Kevin, and the remaining warriors had been busy setting up tents with Thomas and the other clansmen earlier and still hadn’t eaten.

Kevin twitched the corner of his mouth, withdrawing his gaze from those two. Rubbing his arm, he always felt his body was tingling and uncomfortable. He bared his teeth; it was still best to choose to turn a blind eye and deaf ear. Eating was the most important thing.

These days, besides firing bricks, the brick kiln also fired various types of pottery that Eric molded. After drying in the shade, they were all put in to fire.

After a long period of practice, Eric’s pottery molding level had increased rapidly. Pottery jars, plates, bowls, kettles, and water cups were all molded into shape. At least there were no more thick and thin spots, and the teapot spouts were no longer crooked.

The teapot on the stove at home was still the crooked-spout teapot Eric molded at the beginning. Used to it, Eric felt the newly fired straight-spout teapots were not handy, so he distributed these teapots to the clansmen.

Previously, beastmen didn’t have utensils like teapots. Under the subtle influence of the Dwarves and Eric, they gradually got used to using them.

With Max here, naturally, a cub like Eric wasn’t needed for manual labor. Max transported dozens of large pottery jars onto a wooden cart, let Eric sit on top, and pulled the cart to the dining hall. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Sam, Jessica, and everyone else had just breathed a sigh of relief, intending to get off work. Going out the door, they immediately met Max walking over, and the cart behind him.

Sam poked his head out, accurately spotting Eric among a pile of large pottery jars, and asked in surprise:

"What is this for? Pickling vegetables? The cabbage in the tribe isn’t enough anymore."

Eric jumped down from the cart, grinning and pointing at the pottery jars, saying:

"Not pickling vegetables. These pottery jars are used to brew sorghum wine. Isn’t there still a lot of sorghum in the cellar? The new variety is about to be planted; all of this will be used to brew wine."

As soon as the words "sorghum wine" came out, Jessica widened her eyes in surprise:

"Planning to use all the sorghum in the cellar to brew wine? Oh my god, then on the day the wine is distilled, we’ll get drunk without even drinking."

Thinking of that scene, Eric also felt it was quite amusing. Last time distilling wine in the yard, that smell was truly intoxicating. Many Dwarves came and didn’t want to leave, saying they couldn’t bear to part with the smell.

No wonder people say, "Good wine needs no bush." Don’t look at Sunflower and the other Tigers trying to stall for time now, only agreeing to taste it after the white liquor is finished brewing.

Wait until the day of wine distillation. No need to actually taste it; just the smell of wine permeating the tribe would be enough to attract people.

Sam licked his lips: "Sorghum wine is delicious, alright, but it’s too strong. Can only drink it at night."

Iris and Jessica both nodded their heads in agreement.

The Snow Wolves were inferior to the Dwarves when it came to drinking. Don’t let the Snow Wolves’ big size fool you; they got drunk on a little bit. It was much better now than before. The mulberry wine Eric brewed at the beginning didn’t have high alcohol content, yet Sam and the others drank it secretly and were drunk for a whole night.

Perhaps the Dwarves, when living in the human world before being enslaved, were quite wealthy and drank good wine. There were also many nobles who deliberately brought good wine to get them to craft good weapons and props, so the Dwarves’ alcohol tolerance was very high.

The Snow Wolves, up until now, hadn’t even drunk much of the cheap wine brought by human merchant caravans.