I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 388: Distilling White Liquor

Large jars of sorghum wine were transported over.

The others were not idle either; Phong and Robin carried all the recently fired ceramic jars over, preparing them to hold the liquor. The small square was almost completely occupied.

Hearing that Eric intended to distill white liquor today, the whole tribe was almost seething with excitement, especially the Dwarves. Regardless of what they were doing, they temporarily put it aside and ran as fast as they could to the square, bringing containers from their homes.

It had been too long since the last distillation. No matter how much they saved, it was almost all drunk. They couldn’t bear to drink the little that remained; when the craving became unbearable, they would just open it to take a sniff.

Due to their work and nature of being in contact with great fires and red-hot molten iron all year round, the Dwarves’ personalities were as warm and straightforward as fire, and their love for strong liquor was almost etched into their genes. They surrounded the distillation area, their eyes shining brightly as they stared at the brewing jars. The sound of gulping saliva could be heard incessantly; they only regretted that they couldn’t jump in and taste it immediately.

But everyone knew that the small beastmen who had recently joined were exchanged by the young patriarch from the Tiger tribe, and the main condition was this white liquor. Therefore, the Dwarves only intended to satisfy their craving with their eyes and noses; they absolutely dared not ruin the tribe’s major business.

The cotton had also finished being planted. Aside from the beastmen working in the factory, the other beastmen were all in the tribe. Upon hearing the news, many people came to help, creating an unprecedentedly lively scene.

The pure sorghum liquid was carefully poured into the large pot. The strong smell of yeast immediately wafted out, stimulating everyone’s sense of smell. Then, water was added in the appropriate proportion. A specially made distillation tool of wood and bamboo was placed on top, and the gaps were sealed tight with mud so the steam wouldn’t escape. A clean ceramic jar was placed at the spout where the liquor would come out. Now, they just had to wait for the fire to boil it and the liquor to flow out.

In just one short month, the Cat, Rat, and Rabbit tribes had not only participated in collective work many times but were also assigned many other tasks. Thanks to being well-fed, their complexions were rosier, and their fur had become glossy, no longer looking as ragged and desolate as when they first arrived. Naturally, their treatment was also very good, so the fear and panic in their hearts were gradually no longer as intense as in the beginning.

They also stood in the crowd, curiously watching the new tribe’s strange technique, though they tacitly stood a bit away from the Tiger tribe, their eyes still holding some reservation when looking toward those large warriors.

Queen and Karin also followed Thomas here to watch the gossip. Hearing that Eric even knew how to brew alcohol, Karin’s eyes were so jealous they were about to turn red. His hands clenched tight, calculating the value of these jars of wine. Even Queen, who was always calm, had slightly hurried breathing, her gaze fixed intently on the distillation pot.

In the human world, people who know how to brew alcohol are highly sought after, and those who know how to brew good alcohol even more so. In a world where everything relies on manpower, having such a unique skill could ensure a wealthy life for several generations, without worry about food or clothing.

Humans were one thing, but for beastmen, who aside from hunting had to trade for everything else with humans, it was even more significant. Alcohol was always a luxury item; if beastmen could produce it themselves, their position in transactions would change completely.

Great strength is an advantage, but it is also a cage if one doesn’t know how to use wisdom. Beastman society had existed for thousands of years, but their way of life remained very primitive, relying too much on nature.

The Ox-Head tribe relied on skilled farming techniques and the virtue of hard work to live very prosperously, their granaries always full. But aside from not lacking food, other things like salt, fabric, and iron tools still had to be imported from humans at exorbitant prices.

Other races were not as wealthy, frequently facing famine when winter came. However, the Snow Wolves were conspicuously poor, living all year round on cold snowy mountains with scarce resources.

In such a situation, the Hadu tribe having a patriarch who knew how to brew alcohol, and who could attract humans to trade with them on equal terms—even making human merchants bow down—it was natural for people to admire and feel jealous.

Karin crossed his arms, his eyebrows knitted into a knot. His voice sounded sour, carrying unconcealed jealousy:

"No wonder you abdicated when you were only over three hundred years old. With such a talented successor, it’s the same whether you are there or not. Where on earth did this kid learn these things?"

"Haha, you want to abdicate to enjoy your old age, but have you found a successor yet? If I hadn’t been sharp-eyed enough to discover Eric, you would still be miserably rushing about for your clansmen right now," Thomas bragged and mocked, his expression triumphant as if he were the one brewing this pot of liquor.

"What do you mean ’my clansmen’? They are all clansmen of the Hadu tribe now. Are you trying to sow internal discord and affect the tribe’s united development by saying that? How sad would the Snow Wolves of our tribe be if they heard that? You tell me..." Karin immediately retorted, not willing to back down at all.

Standing beside the two of them, Queen looked up with a headache and rubbed her temples. "Alright, stop arguing. You are both old; aren’t you afraid of losing face in front of so many clansmen? Keep some dignity as former patriarchs."

She looked at Luci with some sympathy, wondering how **Luci** had endured Thomas’s childish temper for all those years.

She only saw Luci looking with inexplicable pride at Eric in the center of the square. The corners of her mouth couldn’t hide a smile, and she didn’t care about the childish argument between Thomas and Karin at all. In her eyes right now, there was only her talented son.

If Eric didn’t already have enough people helping him, it looked like she would have wanted to rush up and lend a hand, adding firewood or stirring the pot herself.

Veins throbbed on Queen’s forehead. She took a deep breath to calm down, deciding to ignore the noisy drama beside her and focus on observing the wine-making process.

"Galvin, come over here, don’t dawdle. Have you ever seen alcohol being brewed? No, right? Come and watch quickly. This is a rare opportunity." A muscular Snow Wolf warrior, with an eager expression, tried hard to persuade Galvin, dragging him to the front.

Since he couldn’t beat Arthur, and then was suppressed by Thomas in terms of aura, Galvin had always held a grudge, feeling his self-esteem was hurt. He followed his companion with a dark face.

With such a lively event, almost the entire tribe was alerted. Anyone without work ran over to watch, and the warriors of Queen’s tribe were no exception. They were curious to know what kind of water made both the Tiger tribe and the Dwarves go crazy like that.

Galvin naturally didn’t want to come. He was very repulsed by everything here, feeling this place was too strange compared to the traditional lifestyle of the Snow Wolves. Especially when he saw his clansmen gradually accepting this place, integrating happily, and forgetting the pride of the Snow Wolves, he became even more annoyed.

But his close companions, in order to change his stubborn way of thinking, dragged him along as if their lives depended on it, not giving him a chance to hide in his tent.

Galvin’s strength was much greater than his companions’. If he really wanted to resist and strike out, these Snow Wolves really couldn’t do anything to him.

But the warriors of Queen’s tribe were just these few people. They had gone through life and death together countless times in snowstorms and dangerous hunts. Compared to warriors of other tribes, the relationship between these few was deeper than biological brotherhood. Galvin didn’t want to refuse their good intentions or spoil their mood, so he had to reluctantly follow, standing with his arms crossed and a cold expression.

Queen naturally saw her son’s dawdling and dissatisfied attitude.

Beside her were Karin and Thomas, ceaselessly nagging and bragging. Not far away was her son, who only had strength but a rigid mind. Looking to the other side, that kid Eric could lead the tribe, knew how to brew alcohol and make gourmet food, and was resourceful in every way. Her fist immediately hardened; she just wanted to give her son a beating to wake him up.

Under the blazing fire, steam rose vigorously.

*Drip drop!*

The first clear drop of alcohol condensed and slowly fell to the bottom of the ceramic jar, making a crisp sound. Then, drops of alcohol began to fall faster like a shower, finally turning into a small stream continuously flowing out from the spout.

In an instant, steam carrying a strong scent of alcohol spread throughout the space. The entire Hadu tribe was immersed in the rich aroma of liquor, so seductive that the alcohol-loving Dwarves couldn’t stop swallowing their saliva, their eyes glued to that stream of clear liquid.

The Tiger tribe had a special status and occupied a separate corner to observe, but their attention was also completely captured.

Egbert’s burning gaze looked at that strange large pot. Originally, he didn’t have much faith in this so-called "white liquor," thinking it was just a common cloudy wine, and had prepared himself to be punished by the Beast King.

Until this moment, when he actually smelled that pure scent and saw the stream of clear liquor without a speck of sediment, Egbert’s heart suddenly felt light, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted.

Whether in its pure appearance or rich flavor, white liquor deserved to be a top-tier product among wines, even far surpassing the wines of humans.

Since the kingdom was established, he had been the Grand General of the Tiger tribe. His status was noble, and the fine wines bestowed by the Beast King were too many to count, from fruit wine to honey wine.

But a wine as transparent as a pure stream on a high mountain, yet with a flavor more intense and powerful than any wine he had ever drunk—this was the first time Egbert had seen it. It held a pure beauty full of power.

He considered himself a person who didn’t crave alcohol and always kept a clear head, but at this moment, he couldn’t control his flaring nostrils, wanting to taste exactly what the flavor of white liquor was like, to see if it was as fiery as its scent.

"Take this wine back, the Beast King certainly won’t be angry that we exchanged the small beastmen for the Hadu tribe; he might even praise us."

Clitus licked his dry upper lip, speaking to Egbert in a low voice, his eyes greedily looking at the filling wine jar.

Good wine needs no bush; this saying remained true even in another world.

Each jar of white liquor was sealed with linen cloth and yellow mud, then stacked together. The large pot continued to distill alcohol; the sorghum that had been distilled once had water added and was put into the cellar for a second fermentation.