I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 327: Unless Room and Board are Included

So, the Ox-Head tribe did not maintain a strictly neutral position. The Kingdom had once wanted to invite them to help guide farming but was refused.

Then wasn’t the Hadu tribe very lucky?

Eric had also worried that the Ox-Head tribe would refuse the Snow Wolves’ request, but he hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly; Tribe Leader Tu even looked after the Hadu tribe in every aspect.

The reason might be that the Ox-Head tribe still remembered the incident where the Golden Lion tribe trampled the fields of the Red Grass tribe. If so, it could be explained.

Max hugged Eric’s shoulders, looking straight at Sunflower:

"Why do you want to help us farm? Is it because you’re worried the small beastmen will run away? We, the Snow Wolves, will watch them carefully."

Before Sunflower could answer, Clitus and the Tiger tribesmen standing nearby couldn’t help but laugh.

"As long as they aren’t stupid, they won’t run. We want to help farm for another reason, um..." Clitus found the next words a bit hard to say. He secretly nudged Sunflower’s waist, signaling for him to speak.

The suspicious gazes of Eric and Max darted back and forth between the two. Finally, Sunflower really couldn’t take it anymore and spoke with difficulty:

"Uh, it’s like this... we can work, you just keep cooking for us like you did the past few days..."

Clitus quickly added from the side: "We can also go hunting together; we won’t just eat and do nothing!"

Mysterious for half the day, it turned out to be for this...

Eric finally knew why they stuttered so long before speaking, and why the other Tiger tribesmen were either looking at the sky or looking around.

Beastmen would not yield, unless room and board were included...

Eric unconsciously remembered a joke from his previous life; he didn’t expect it to come true one day, meeting a bunch of beastmen willing to do hard labor for delicious food.

"...Alright. Since you’ve said so, we have no reason to refuse. I’ll have the people in the dining hall go back to cook; there will definitely be enough for you."

After a moment of speechlessness, Eric agreed.

Sunflower clearly sighed in relief, while Clitus and the Tiger tribesmen cheered loudly.

Was farming that fun? Eric didn’t quite understand. To bow down for a bite to eat, it seemed they bowed quite low.

Max’s eyes almost spelled out the word "speechless": "Since that’s the case, you guys come over and listen to the lecture too."

Spacing, depth, and the thickness of the soil covering when planting potatoes all had specific requirements. If the Ox-Head tribe hadn’t said it, Eric wouldn’t have known such details.

Beside the vast and neat fields, several hundred beastmen surrounded the two Ox-Head tribesmen, listening intently. Ignoring the characteristic appearance of the beastmen, this scene was no different from a lecture at an agricultural school.

Unknowingly, the two Ox-Head tribesmen had already planted an acre of potatoes. Although they remained outwardly calm as they repeated the precautions, they were also a bit worried inside, wondering if these cut potatoes would really sprout.

Eric divided the beastmen into teams of ten, each team consisting of a few large beastmen interspersed with a few small beastmen, so the labor would be distributed evenly. Without measuring tools, Eric could only estimate the area of land to assign to everyone.

The beastmen were all farming for the first time. Even though they had watched the two Ox-Head tribesmen demonstrate many times, they were still very clumsy when they actually started. A spacing of a few hands, how deep to bury, how thick to cover with soil... the beastmen were dizzy, and their hands and feet didn’t stop.

Eric had memories from his previous life, and having heard Balu repeat it just now, he remembered almost everything. He patrolled the fields, demonstrating to anyone who wasn’t clear. The two Ox-Head tribesmen did the same. At first, the beastmen were all very clumsy, exhausting the few instructors. Fortunately, after planting a few rows, some intelligent beastmen remembered the tricks. Eric then let them take turns teaching the other beastmen who hadn’t remembered yet.

The Rabbit tribe understood early on, but Eric observantly looked around and left, not forcing them to teach others. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

The Cat and Mouse tribes also learned very quickly. Theoretically, these two tribes should be enemies, but their relationship was quite good, and they weren’t as timid as the Rabbit tribe, so they could teach the other beastmen in their team.

Sam happily went back to the dining hall to cook, in a very good mood. He originally didn’t want to go farming; the last land reclamation exhausted him to death, and he still remembered it. But this time it was obviously much lighter. First, there were only enough potato seeds for about eight thousand acres at most. Second, the manpower this time had increased several times. Even if the small beastmen did a bit less work, their large numbers could accomplish a lot.

Don’t look down on them just because they were weaker compared to large predatory beastmen; even the weakest Rabbit beastman could take on two Dwarves without a problem, although in Eric’s eyes, they only knew how to cry...

With the help of the Tiger tribe warriors, the work speed was significantly faster, saving several days compared to Eric’s estimation. During this time, to thank the Tiger tribe for their help, Eric didn’t go to the fields to work but stayed in the dining hall every day to research delicious food for them, changing the menu constantly and bringing it to the fields.

Today meat buns and fish head tofu soup, tomorrow crispy cakes, fish heads with minced chili, and hot and sour glass noodles. Eric also killed over a dozen chickens and ducks from the farm to make braised dishes for everyone to taste, to see if there was much difference compared to wild game.

To have enough ingredients for these meals, the tribe’s farm was also constantly developing.

The reproductive ability of chickens and ducks wasn’t as good as rabbits. The dozens of rabbits caught initially, after half a year, had just finished giving birth to a litter, and their numbers had multiplied several times, so eating them didn’t feel wasteful. Moreover, Sam and the others never stopped catching new ones.

Spring had arrived, there were more animals, and the beast tide had just passed, so rabbits, wild chickens, and wild ducks were timid and easily domesticated; they got used to it not long after being caught.

Spiked Boars and Curved-Horn Electric Sheep, two types of magical beasts thought to be raisable, had very fierce temperaments and could only be raised from a young age. Unfortunately, magical beasts usually hid their young very well; even Snow Wolves with keen senses found it very difficult to find them. Last year, Eric was chased by a Spiked Boar because he got too close to a piglet’s nest.

If it were this year, Eric would definitely consider it luck found once in a thousand years. Now, even if he wanted to catch one, there was nowhere to find them. It was a pity; that year the tribe really didn’t have surplus food, and not starving was already lucky enough, but looking at the Spiked Boar’s body, one knew it ate a lot.

The Tiger tribe was interested and went to visit. Dozens of strange beasts came to the farm one after another to look, scaring the rabbits, chickens, and ducks into lying flat, not daring to move.

They had barely gotten used to the intimidation of the Snow Wolves and Horned Goat people, and now a pack of big tigers came; it was truly exhausting.