I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 330: Astonishing Speed

"The potatoes are finished planting; other things must start to be planted too. Allocate a piece of land to the Rabbit tribe and let them grow more turnips. Turnips can be stored for a long time, unlike green vegetables that spoil quickly." Eric said thoughtfully.

The Hadu tribe was completely immersed in busyness.

The Tiger tribe arrived at the wrong time, right during the spring plowing season.

To make the Snow Wolves provide delicious meals every day, Sunflower and the warriors under his command had no choice but to work hard.

In the Golden Kingdom, warriors never needed to farm. Unexpectedly, work they didn’t do in the Kingdom, they had to do at the Snow Wolves’ place, and they did it voluntarily.

One noon, Clitus was eating large mouthfuls of roasted meat wraps, his other hand holding a bowl filled to the brim with minced meat glass noodle soup, sitting cross-legged on the ridge of the field eating without any regard for image.

Swallowing a mouthful of hot soup, the chewy glass noodles seemed to dance in his mouth; the stir-fried minced meat dotted within was also mixed with the aroma of minced garlic and green onions. Clitus ate until he was almost in tears.

"So delicious! This afternoon I can plant another few dozen acres!"

The heroic declaration was actually for food. Sunflower glared at him from the side.

Eric the exploiter was smiling brightly, standing aside distributing food to the beastmen.

He was just afraid that these "free laborers" wouldn’t want to work if they didn’t eat well, so the large ladle in his hand didn’t rest. Seeing someone’s bowl a bit empty, he hurriedly scooped another ladleful.

Sam and A Ly, along with a few other Snow Wolves, held large pottery jars filled with food, walking back and forth in the fields, distributing food to the other beastmen.

The large pottery jar filled with food weighed several hundred catties; Eric found it strenuous even holding one. Arthur was in charge of carrying the pottery jar, while he distributed to the Tiger tribe.

This job was most suitable for Eric because the attitude of the Hadu tribesmen towards the Golden Kingdom was very "subtle." Whether it was the Snow Wolves, Dwarves, or the Horned Goat people later on, none had much goodwill towards the beastmen of the Kingdom.

But it was a fact that the Tiger tribe had helped a lot. Eric didn’t want to make things difficult for the tribesmen, so he took on this task himself. Now that the work in the fields didn’t need him, he could focus on doing logistics well.

Arthur still hadn’t recovered his dragon form, but there was nothing to criticize about his work. His planting speed was even faster than the other beastmen.

He even had energy to spare to find Eric, help out in the dining hall, and then follow him to distribute food, never resting for a moment. Kevin greatly admired his boundless energy.

In Kevin’s eyes, Arthur was still a human, and having such strength could be called terrifying; truly worthy of being a Great Swordsman.

As the number of chickens and ducks in the farm increased, the number of eggs laid daily also skyrocketed. A few days ago, Eric salted another batch of eggs; they would probably be ready to eat before the Tiger tribe set off.

A female Tiger beastman with healthy wheat-colored skin and a strong build smiled and held out her bowl: "Little Tribe Leader, what delicious food is there tonight?"

Eric scooped her a bowl full of glass noodle soup: "Tonight we’re making fish head with minced chili sauce. For those who can’t eat spicy food, there’s fish head tofu soup, and also roasted rabbit ribs."

Just hearing the menu, the Tiger people around were about to swallow their tongues.

"Only your tribe can make fish so delicious. I once ate fish made by a human chef; it was so fishy I couldn’t swallow it." The female Tiger beastman exclaimed.

Not far away, Sunflower held his forehead in headache, not wanting to look at these warriors who made him lose all face.

The Tiger tribe planted wheat, planting nearly a thousand acres in half a day. The speed could catch up with the seed drills of his previous life.

No wonder beastmen didn’t develop a "technology tree"; if they were equipped with advanced tools, wouldn’t it be like adding wings to a tiger?

With these giants helping, the fields reclaimed by the tribe this year, perhaps two-thirds could be planted during the time Max was away. This was much better than Eric’s original plan.

Thomas Uncle and Luci might not necessarily convince the two Snow Wolf tribes; with the tribe’s current population, the tens of thousands of acres of reclaimed fields could probably only be half planted.

But currently, the Hadu tribe had few people. Eric calculated that even if they only ate wheat, planting thirty thousand acres would be enough for the tribesmen to eat for a year. The rest could be stored as grain reserves. A tribe without grain reserves could not deal with risks.

He calculated based on a yield of two tons per acre. He didn’t know what the wheat yield here was, but Balu and Kiet said the wheat yield planted by the Ox-Head tribe was about two thousand two hundred.

It was just that the Ox-Head tribe had grown crops for many years, and the land was well cared for; the yield of the Hadu tribe would likely be slightly worse. But the land around the Hadu tribe was very fertile, so even if there wasn’t much fertilizer in the first year of planting, the yield shouldn’t be too much worse.

Besides wheat, sorghum, sticky rice, corn, wet rice, and peanuts all began to be planted one after another. There were also pumpkin seeds dried from leftovers each time, and cabbage seeds given by Bi of the Ox-Head tribe.

In addition, Eric specifically found a piece of land to plant the alfalfa harvested last year. This stuff was nothing better for feeding livestock. It was just that there were few seeds, so he had to plant a little less this year and harvest more seeds to plant more next year.

Eric also specially found a piece of land furthest away for the Rabbit tribe to plant turnips.

It wasn’t that Eric was prejudiced against the Rabbit tribe; they were just too timid. To not affect their work, he simply arranged for them to be a bit further away; this was good for everyone.

The weather these past few days was good, especially at noon; the sunlight had begun to scorch people’s skin. Plus, the field work was both plentiful and tiring, so the beastmen were almost all shirtless, revealing strong bodies.

The female beastmen also wore only a simple layer. For a moment, everywhere Eric went was a display of abs, giving his eyes a treat.

But looking at the sweating tribesmen, after returning home, Eric dug out some mung beans from the dining hall’s cellar and occasionally cooked mung bean sweet soup for everyone. Anyone who needed it could also ask him for ice cubes; it could be said he was extremely thoughtful.

The only drawback was the small quantity of mung beans; aside from the portion for seeds, the rest really wasn’t much, and a part had already been made into glass noodles.

It wasn’t summer yet. Waiting for the batch of beans planted by the tribe to ripen would probably take until June for harvest. During this period, if mung beans were needed to relieve the heat, he planned to plant a few acres nearby and cast nature magic a few more times to accelerate their growth.

His magic power couldn’t cover casting magic for all the fields, but using magic frequently to care for a few acres of mung beans was no problem.

From the chili, onions, and garlic in the yard, Eric had drawn quite a bit of experience. Utilizing nature magic, plants could shorten their growth time by two-thirds; it was truly a powerful weapon needed for farming.

The only drawback was that his magic power now wasn’t strong enough (other high-level mages who cultivated bitterly for many years would surely be infuriated to hear this).