I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 311: Planting Begins

As a member of the Snow Wolf tribe, Max also had an irreconcilable feud with the Elves. However, he understood that starting a war was not something to be done lightly. Therefore, even when the Elves encroached upon their territory, he had never laid a hand on them to kill.

Moreover, the Elves valued their magic skills above all else. The fact that Evan was willing to teach their magic to Eric was proof enough that he held no hostility toward the tribe or Eric. No one would nurture their own enemy.

Max didn’t know if Evan was doing this because Eric had saved his life, or for some other reason, but he would not actively provoke Evan.

"Alright, it was me who didn’t tell you from the start, don’t blame yourself," Eric muttered, burrowing out of Max’s embrace: "What about Arthur’s identity? Can you guess it?"

Max fell silent for a moment before speaking cautiously: "To be able to fight on par with the Elf Prince, his identity is certainly not ordinary. I once suspected he was a great human swordsman, perhaps exploring or looking for something in the Elf Forest and getting into a conflict with Evan."

"But the last time we met Sunflower, Sunflower led you to find us. Before you arrived, we heard a roar that didn’t belong to any wild beast, and then you came from that direction. If I’m not mistaken, Arthur is a member of the Dragon tribe, which has always had a feud with the Elves, right?"

"Max, you’re amazing!" Eric’s eyes sparkled with admiration.

This scene was far different from what he had imagined. He had been wondering how to break the news of their identities to Max, but he hadn’t expected Max to have guessed almost everything.

"I was worried. Beastmen and Elves have a feud, and things aren’t exactly friendly with the Dragon tribe either. I was afraid that revealing their identities would cause unnecessary trouble, and I was also scared that you all would get angry, so I kept putting it off until today." Eric sighed in relief, unburdening his heart.

Max couldn’t help but laugh: "No matter how deep the hatred is, we have to live first. Once war breaks out, the peaceful lives of our tribesmen will be shattered. As long as they don’t actively provoke us, we don’t need to stir up trouble."

True enough. Eric hadn’t expected Max to be so thoughtful. It was no wonder that in the original story, Max was the one who became the Chief. His thinking was thorough, far superior to those self-righteous types whose impulsive actions brought disaster to their tribes. Eric silently praised his partner endlessly.

As long as there were mutual benefits, a superficial peace could be maintained; otherwise, it would only harm both sides.

Don’t look at those "domineering" characters in stories who want to wipe out entire families at the slightest provocation; who knows how many of their own family and friends survive intact by the end of the story.

Eric didn’t like conflict. He only hoped his tribe would grow stronger, at least enough so they wouldn’t have to live in fear of being oppressed by some other force every day.

It was strange how his thoughts coincided with his partner’s. Eric felt happy inside. As for the other tribesmen, he would keep it hidden for now and slowly influence them later.

However, besides Max, there were his friends, Thomas, and Luci - close elders. He wondered if he should tell them.

"So, should we tell the others about this, or keep it hidden? If we don’t say anything, they’ll surely be angry if they find out later," Eric frowned with worry.

"Michael and Grass have probably guessed it already. As for the others, just keep it hidden for now. We’ll tell them when the time is right." Max patted Eric’s head gently to comfort him.

With his biggest worry resolved, Eric finally didn’t need to stress about confessing anymore, and he could focus better on his work.

With Hieu and Vien watching over the small beastmen, Eric found a few people from the Goat and Snow Wolf tribes to section off a piece of land near the tribe, preparing to sow the rice seedlings first.

Eric remembered that in his previous life, to ensure seedlings grew strong, farmers would build greenhouses with plastic sheeting. This ensured enough sunlight while protecting the plants from wind and rain - very useful.

This was especially true in the northern highlands, where one never knew when a late cold spell might hit. Eric had experienced it several times; sometimes, even in April or May, a sudden frost or hailstorm would descend, catching everyone off guard. Countless farmers lost their entire crops to these natural disasters.

People who had never farmed couldn’t imagine it. They always thought farming was just "selling your face to the earth, selling your back to the sky," but in reality, the risk was greater than doing business. Even in modern society with developed science and technology, people still ended up empty-handed in the fields. The danger level wasn’t much lower than playing the stock market.

The land where the Hadu tribe lived had a climate quite similar to the northern highlands, perhaps even a bit colder. Since the beginning of spring, there had been several waves of cold air, but fortunately, the weather this year wasn’t too erratic.

The Illusion Continent didn’t have many warm places. The Elf Forest was favored by the gods, warm as spring all year round.

Other places weren’t so lucky. The Hadu tribe’s area was still decent; after all, it wasn’t too far from the coast. Going further north, the temperature would only drop lower and lower.

Like the White Bear tribe and the Silver Fox tribe that Eric had met at the Red Grass tribe, they lived in extremely cold regions where let alone farming, even green vegetation was rare.

Although the Golden Kingdom’s location wasn’t as blessed by nature as the Elf Forest, it wasn’t too cold either, firmly guarding the other side of the coast.

There was no plastic sheeting here, so Eric had to lead the tribesmen to sow the rice first, silently praying that the weather wouldn’t be weird this year. The Hadu tribe simply had to taste the sweet fruits of farming.

Without a greenhouse, he really couldn’t rest easy. He had intended to use glass to build one, but considering the magnitude of the project, and the fact that the Dwarves were already busy up to their eyes, giving them more work might kill them from exhaustion.

The tools and paper (mainly toilet paper) the tribe needed, as well as brick firing, all relied on the Dwarves. Beastmen found it very hard to do such meticulous work.

For example, firing bricks: making the brick mold was simple enough for a child, but controlling the temperature during firing was extremely difficult. There were no modern thermometers here; it relied entirely on the Dwarves’ years of tempered experience. Anyone else would just end up with cracked bricks in no time.

Looking at the unsprouted seeds in the field, Eric felt a bit anxious, unable to think of a better way at the moment. He decided to cast nature magic on these few hundred acres first. Such large-scale magic wasn’t powerful, but it could awaken the vitality of the seeds over a wide area, significantly increasing the germination rate.

After working hard leading the tribesmen to sow seeds for several days, Eric’s back was sore. Luckily, the Snow Wolf body was resilient; if it had been his lowly worker body from the past, he would have collapsed in the field long ago.

There was no other choice. It was the beastmen’s first time farming, and they couldn’t even grasp the proper amount for sowing seeds, planting thick in some places and thin in others.

Although it was Eric’s first time farming with his own hands too, he had grown up in the countryside. Even if he hadn’t eaten pork, he had seen a pig run. Sowing seeds looked simple, but if it was too thick, the seedlings wouldn’t grow, and if it was too thin, it wasted land.

He had to take the lead and demonstrate. After the beastmen followed behind and sowed the seeds, he had to run back and forth to check and remind them.