I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 464: Good News

Eric had returned and brought Gas the method for making cheese and yogurt.

Yogurt wasn’t difficult, but the process for making cheese was more complex.

There were lemons he brought back from Dragon Island, which were just right for making cheese. Among them, Eric liked Mozzarella cheese the best. Its production process was slightly more complicated than other cheeses, requiring heating twice and being stretched repeatedly.

But the taste was also the best. In his previous life, when people made pizza and sweets, most would choose to use it.

The new technology was a bit difficult, but the slaves studied diligently. In their view, life in the Hadu tribe wasn’t hard at all; on the contrary, they were happy every day.

Their previous masters never cared if they were tired or not, let alone making machines specifically for them; don’t even think about it. Moreover, these were products of the Dwarves. Placed in human society, these machines were more precious than slaves like them.

In the eyes of nobles, slaves were cheap tools. If they "broke," they could be replaced with new ones at any time; they weren’t worth spending effort or money on.

But the races here were different. For the first time, these people felt they were equal lives, worried about by others, and could even learn new skills. If the work was too heavy, they didn’t need to risk their lives doing it; naturally, beastmen or even Dwarves passing by would help.

Especially the Rabbit tribe, who were more timid than humans. While timidly avoiding everyone’s gaze, they could easily lift several large buckets of milk...

The humans’ impression of beastmen had changed significantly. Although they worked very hard every day, life had flavor. Many people had gained quite a bit of weight, and their faces had color.

There was also good news. Among them, two women were pregnant. Here, no one oppressed them, the food was good, and the work wasn’t as hard as before. In circumstances that could be called well-fed and warmly clothed, they actually conceived.

This news attracted many beastmen to come and look, constantly praising them. It was so difficult for beastmen to produce offspring; how come humans conceived so easily...

The human slaves no longer feared them as before.

Looking at these big guys (even small-sized beastmen were taller than humans) carefully and curiously pretending to unintentionally gather around to watch, the pregnant women would even chat with the female beastmen. They talked about having given birth before, but now not knowing where those children were enslaved or if they were even alive...

Beastmen cherished cubs the most. Hearing their experiences, they felt even more regretful than the human slaves who were used to it. Those were cubs.

Since learning of this, whether it was the beastmen at the breeding farm who were already close to the humans, or beastmen from other places coming to get milk or milk products, or those specifically coming to help, none would let the two pregnant women work.

Because of this, they specifically instructed others that if there was too much work to handle, just call them. Recently, the tribe didn’t have much work; anyway, they had to protect the female beastmen and cubs. Beastmen heard that when humans were pregnant, unlike beastmen, even a slight fall would cause injury.

Although they weren’t beastman cubs, these slaves lived with them in the Hadu tribe and were very hardworking. The beastmen also felt happy about this matter. As soon as Eric returned, the tribe members told him about it.

Hearing that his own tribe was about to have little lives born, Eric also felt it was unbelievable. The tribe had so many cubs, but the youngest was already over ten years old. In other words, the Hadu tribe hadn’t had new cubs born for over ten years before this.

The Kon tribe had a large population, so the situation was better. Queen’s tribe was under pressure from food and surrounding threats all year round. Since that great disaster, no new cubs had been born for decades.

The Dwarves were the same. Although their reproduction wasn’t as difficult as beastmen, their circumstances were arduous, and they truly hadn’t given birth in recent years.

Eric was overjoyed and immediately declared that these two families were exempt from slave status. Although it was pretty much the same here, and he had previously said slave status would be abolished in two years to encourage the humans, in his heart, he never regarded these people as slaves.

Saying it early now, the partners of these two women happily picked up their wives and spun them around a few times, surrounded by the envious gazes of others.

First, it could make others work even harder. Second, these two women could be more at ease and prepare well for childbirth.

Women giving birth was a very difficult thing. There were no doctors here, but he and Evan both knew healing magic. When the time came for delivery, they could at least preserve the lives of these two people.

The humans saw the importance beastmen placed on cubs and also learned how to make cheese - a precious thing only nobles could eat. Unexpectedly, they could make it with their own hands. Everyone was overjoyed.

Waiting for the humans to master it, he added ice to one of the cellars in the milk factory. Eric entrusted Jessica, a Mouse tribe member working at the breeding farm, to pay more attention to the humans’ situation, while he went to take care of other matters.

Several factories were on track. Eric also began to consider the construction of other factories, which had been delayed for a while because of Arthur.

The slaughterhouse and the food processing factory both needed to start construction.

The tribe still had many carnivorous creatures, and their food intake was large. The amount of magic beast meat consumed every day was a terrifying figure. The cafeteria was too busy every day. Now, if the warriors returned early, they would consciously process the magic beasts first before bringing them to the cafeteria.

If there was a slaughterhouse, the cafeteria would only need to go there to get the necessary parts in the future, which could save a lot of time.

There were more and more people in the tribe. Many tasks had to be clearly divided and couldn’t just be jumbled together.

There was also the food processing factory, which also had to be built.

Currently, the busiest unit in the tribe was the cafeteria. Anything related to food was given to them to do. Although manpower had increased now, the hard work was evident.

Every day, they had to wash a large amount of internal organs, pickle vegetables, salt eggs, along with the minced chili and pickled chili that Eric recently taught. Occasionally, they had to make vermicelli and rice noodles to improve the tribe members’ diet. Everyone was exhausted.

The Horned Goat people were naturally hardworking, but A Khac and A Ly were about to reach their limits. Even Sam, who loved eating and cooking the most, now had muscles on his arms that were much firmer than before.

Eric thought to himself that the work in the cafeteria was actually no less strenuous than the warriors’ training.

Don’t look at how others always felt Sam had no ambition; he had discovered that Sam was much stronger now than before. First of all, his control was much better, and he no longer caused destruction at the slightest touch.

After all, Sam was now a man who could skillfully knead dough to make steamed buns, flower buns, layered cakes, and scallion pancakes.

In short, the cafeteria’s work was too much now.

Slaughtering and washing internal organs would be given to the slaughterhouse. Then things like pickled chili and minced chili would be done by the food processing factory.

Eric didn’t know what new dishes he might come up with in the future. He couldn’t keep giving everything to the cafeteria; even with double the manpower, they wouldn’t be able to cope.

Moreover, he planned to mass-produce vermicelli, rice noodles, white liquor, minced chili, and these pickled items in the future. After the harvest later, they definitely wouldn’t be able to eat all the grain, especially the vegetables, which would be made into pickles and chili sauce to sell to merchant caravans.