I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 326: Life Must Go On

Max glanced towards Sunflower and the people of the Tiger tribe, knowing that this matter could not be discussed further, so he shook his head slightly, stopping everyone.

Knowing the inside story, Eric privately instructed Leo and the beast cubs again. He didn’t go into detail about what the small beastmen had gone through, only saying that Mun was now all alone, so they should yield to her more and remember to invite her along when they played.

That was all he could do. As for the emotional scars, there was no way to heal them other than time.

Anger was anger, but life had to go on.

The delicious taste of bamboo shoots had conquered everyone. For the next few days, Sam went to dig for bamboo shoots, and even people from the Tiger tribe joined in. With so many people, they dug up a lot of bamboo shoots, piling them up into mounds that couldn’t be eaten all at once. No matter how delicious a dish was, eating it every day would make one sick of it (especially Eric).

The chili peppers in the yard were heavy with fruit again, green and red intermingled, looking very beautiful. Although they weren’t the bird’s eye chilies from his previous life, the taste of this chili variety wasn’t bad, and the spice level was high, so they would surely taste good when pickled. The harvested green peppers filled a large jar.

Eric summoned a stream of water to wash the peppers clean and then left them to air dry. He didn’t use Wind magic, because naturally dried peppers would be crispier and absorb more flavor when pickled.

During this time, he peeled several bulbs of garlic and prepared salt, sugar, and white liquor. Fortunately, the sorghum wine brewed recently would soon be drinkable; there was only a little left in his wine cellar, just enough to make pickled peppers.

The Dwarves in the tribe were going crazy craving white liquor. There was still quite a lot of wine traded from human merchant caravans in the past, but after drinking white liquor and then going back to those wines, they always felt them to be bland and tasteless.

The dried peppers were put into a pottery jar, adding sliced garlic, a moderate amount of salt and sugar, and then pouring in a basin of rice vinegar. On top, he poured clean water, and before covering the jar, he poured a little high-concentration white liquor to prevent spoilage. Just leaving it like that for a month, the pickled peppers would develop their flavor.

The pickled peppers were stored in the wine cellar.

Eric checked the minced chili made previously and saw it was almost ready to eat, so he carried a jar out to the dining hall. Dishes made with minced chili didn’t taste bad, just in time for the tribesmen to taste a new dish.

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The first seed potatoes cut had turned gray on the surface and shriveled a bit; they could be planted into the ground. If it were any later, it would likely affect the germination rate.

The Hadu tribe was plunged into busyness again. In this era, planting relied entirely on manpower (beast power), which was very time-consuming and laborious.

Eric unconsciously remembered the agricultural machinery of his previous life, such as seed drills.

He remembered a type of machine that applied fertilizer in the front and sowed seeds in the back; it could sow eight rows at a time, with perfectly even spacing, and saved time. Now, he could only let everyone plant by hand.

He really couldn’t bear to exploit the Dwarves again. He would wait until the work in their hands lessened before letting them research it later; there was no rush.

He wondered if he could ask the Gray tribe to make these machines. Wasn’t Julia the most formidable craftsman among the Dwarves?

When she was young, she could even craft divine artifacts; making a few agricultural machines would be nothing. The only trouble was that the size of agricultural machines was usually large, and it would be strenuous for Dwarves to make them.

Eric could let a few Snow Wolves help out. Moreover, Julia might not necessarily need it; Eric still clearly remembered the scene when he first met her - it was truly shocking.

Supressing this thought to the bottom of his heart once again, Balu and Kiet, the two from the Ox-Head tribe, couldn’t wait any longer over the past two days. They had long wanted to know if cut potatoes could still sprout.

Hearing that Eric finally intended to plant, they were even more excited than he was, hurriedly calling the beastmen to transport the seeds and bring tools.

regarding farming, the Ox-Head tribe had more experience than Eric. Eric was all talk; when it came to specific practice, he wasn’t clear on those details. Balu and Kiet demonstrated at the front, planting and explaining at the same time.

Eric was afraid that the tribesmen behind wouldn’t see their movements and wouldn’t know how to plant, so he had the tribesmen and small beastmen come up in turns to listen. Those who learned could then take the seeds to plant.

At this time, it was best to divide the tribesmen into small teams, each team allocated a few hundred acres of land, responsible for finishing the planting in their scope. Captains also had to be selected to supervise the other tribesmen during work hours to see if there were any mistakes.

While the two Ox-Head tribesmen explained until spittle flew, Eric calculated in his mind that the current number of seeds was probably enough to plant more than eight thousand acres. So, dividing teams by the number of people, ten people per team, each team would be responsible for two hundred acres.

Subtracting the beast cubs from the existing number of beastmen in the tribe, this division was just right; no one would be idle. It was the season again where Dwarves came out to cook while beastmen were in the fields.

Only this time, he had to leave a few more beastmen to help the Dwarves. With more beastmen working in the fields, if they ate freely, the Dwarves wouldn’t be able to handle it. In that case, they wouldn’t be able to manage cooking for the Tiger tribe, so Sunflower and the others could only do it themselves.

After all, the Tiger tribe warriors hadn’t been idle during this time; they had hunted quite a few prey and weren’t entirely eating the Hadu tribe’s food.

The dining hall recently had a lot more salted meat and smoked meat, all made from magical beasts that couldn’t be finished during this time.

With just over twenty warriors, the Hadu tribe could provide meat for all the tribesmen, even having a lot left over to dry for winter consumption.

Meanwhile, the group Sunflower led consisted of elite warriors, numbering more than double the warriors of the Hadu tribe.

The warriors couldn’t sit still, so the magical beasts near the Hadu tribe’s territory were truly unlucky. The situation was truly "a tiger in front, a wolf behind"; they could only turn into dishes on the Hadu tribe’s plates.

Unexpectedly, just as this thought occurred, he saw a group of beastmen coming from the direction of the tribe, led by Sunflower.

For planting, the number of warriors the tribe sent for patrol and hunting had also been reduced by half, trying to keep as many people as possible. Max was standing next to Eric, holding a piece of potato. Seeing Sunflower leading the Tiger tribe warriors over, he was full of suspicion.

Eric was equally suspicious. He raised a hand to greet them: "Sunflower? You guys are..."

Surely they weren’t so impatient that they planned to leave? This direction wasn’t right either. Moreover, it had only been a few days; there were still more than twenty days until the agreed one month.

He was a bit unclear about Sunflower’s intentions. Fortunately, the Tiger tribe wasn’t one to beat around the bush. Sunflower laughed heartily: "We have nothing to do. Don’t you want to plant potatoes? We came to help too."

"How can we accept that?" Eric’s eyes widened. Why would anyone volunteer to do farm work? If he weren’t afraid of starving, he wouldn’t want to do this tiring job either.

The Tiger tribe people behind Sunflower craned their necks to look towards Balu and Kiet.

"With the Ox-Head tribe here, they will definitely be able to plant it." Clitus patted Sunflower’s shoulder excitedly.

Another female Tiger beastman said regretfully:

"It’s a pity the Ox-Head tribe refused to come help us. Those slaves brought by humans look at us like a mouse seeing a cat; they can’t even speak clearly. The climate on the human continent and the Kingdom is different; a few years ago when planting, quite a few seeds rotted or froze to death because they were planted too early."