I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 465: Eric’s Economic Plan

Previously, the Halun caravan and the beastmen of the Dream Continent had always been in a supply-and-demand relationship, but Eric wanted to change this status quo, moving step by step from a unilateral consumer to a supplier.

The prices he offered before weren’t high precisely to pave the way for today.

Those who had done business knew that to sell wholesale in large quantities and retain customers, besides quality products, the price had to be lowered as much as possible. Profits came from volume, leaving enough price difference for the middlemen.

As long as there was this intention, expanding production was necessary, so the cafeteria would definitely be too busy to handle it.

Waiting until a large amount of vegetables and grain was harvested, specialized factories were still needed, with enough beastmen allocated to work.

Currently, these matters were secondary and would only get busy after autumn. However, salted eggs could be made already. There were also the preserved eggs (century eggs) that Eric loved; they were delicious and could be stored for a long time, making them not bad as goods. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Especially for mercenaries - preparing some food like this during missions or adventures, wouldn’t it be better than dry bread and dried meat?

Bread and dried meat in this era were not as diverse and delicious as in modern times. Aside from being salty, dried meat had no taste, and the bread wasn’t even as good as rye bread; it was hard enough to break one’s teeth.

The human continent developed magic quite well, but technology, agriculture, and cuisine were all much more backward than in his previous life. Especially since Eric transmigrated from a country that valued food the most, he found this point particularly unbearable.

It should be known that his motherland in his previous life was the country with the most abundant agricultural products on Earth, yet the export rate wasn’t high, and many things even had to be imported.

Just this point alone made it easy to see the attitude of his country’s people toward food. Eric was naturally no exception; otherwise, he wouldn’t have improved the living standards regarding food right from the start.

Food, clothing, shelter, transportation - "food" in the hearts of his country’s people certainly had to be placed in the leading position. Eric couldn’t bear to see the humans here live so miserably. Clearly, there were many vegetables and grains, yet they lived such days.

The farming ability of humans in the other world was also very limited.

Eric came from an agricultural powerhouse. He didn’t dare imagine that with such good quality seeds here, the yield in their hands wasn’t even equal to what ordinary farmers in his previous life produced. It was truly a waste of nature’s gifts.

In his previous life, countless scientists had spent their entire lives researching high-quality, high-yield seeds.

This magical world possessed magical elements and high biological activity. As long as he slowly transferred the farming techniques from his previous life over here, the yield would definitely exceed imagination.

Potato yields were high. Eric planned to dry them all after the harvest. This thing was easy to store, and whether stewed with meat or stir-fried, it was a perfect match.

The construction of the factories was given to Bruno. Eric assigned Bruno dozens more beastmen so he wouldn’t be too overwhelmed.

Once the factories were built, he would see who wanted to come to work and arrange them.

But these factories, come autumn, aside from the milk factory and the breeding farm, would all have to pause temporarily. Only after the harvest was completed could they continue operations, unless his tribe gained more manpower to maintain both farming and work simultaneously.

The more tribe members there were, the more work there was...

Eric began to worry about the population again. Their current number of people was only equivalent to a small village in his previous life. He was just a village chief, yet relying on this scarce number of people to open so many factories, Eric was really trying hard.

"Eric, going to plant Wide-Mouthed flowers again? There aren’t many left, right?"

A passing Snow Wolf person saw Eric heading toward the fields and asked with a hearty laugh.

Eric nodded: "That’s right. Finishing planting early means we won’t need to catch bugs ourselves later."

Previously, because he was suddenly captured by Arthur, he had only planted half of the hundreds of thousands of acres of land. While at Dragon Island, he worried about it every day. The tribe had a lot of work a few days ago, so he only found time to go to the fields to plant Wide-Mouthed flowers in the last two days.

Incidentally, he also took all the sweet potatoes out of Arthur’s spatial ring and placed them in the courtyard to let them sprout first, waiting to plant them in the ground in a while.

Planting sweet potatoes now was definitely late, but he had nature magic and could open a few "side stoves" (give extra help). But he also had to control the amount; relying too much on nature magic was also harmful.

He planned to plant sweet potatoes next to the breadfruit trees; both were objects of special care.

During the few days waiting for sprouting, Eric took the opportunity to finish planting the Wide-Mouthed flowers. Catching bugs was a troublesome task; solving it early was better.

Evan also went with him. The two planting together was much faster than Eric alone. Evan was an Elf and also a Grand Mage, so he planted very quickly. The remaining ten thousand or so acres of fields would have taken Eric alone many days, but with Evan, it was completely different.

It was just that having the Prince of the Elf tribe plant flowers with him - and ugly flowers meant only for eating bugs at that - made Eric feel a sense of contradiction every time he saw Evan’s back.

If other Elves saw this scene, the sense of contradiction would probably be even more severe than Eric’s.

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After Max returned, Galvin actively yielded his position, obeying Max’s orders along with the other warriors.

Kevin was extremely regretful. He still remembered clearly how this guy Galvin had made things difficult for him before. Why didn’t they fight a round now? He just conceded directly? He still wanted to watch the drama.

"You are more formidable than me. I lost," Galvin said to Max in a low voice.

Max was stunned, then frowned slightly: "We are all tribe members of the same tribe now. There is no winner or loser."

Galvin smiled bitterly again, shook his head, and said nothing more.

When he first arrived at the Hadu tribe, he was unconvinced about many things. Knowing clearly that Queen’s tribe would no longer exist in the future and they could only live in the Hadu tribe, Galvin was unconvinced that the patriarch here was just a cub. He was also unconvinced by the Snow Wolf person his mother said could rival him.

He urgently wanted to prove his strength, but Max wasn’t at the tribe. And although that immature patriarch was young, he did things very systematically. The Hadu tribe developed very well under his leadership.

So Galvin could only use strength to prove that the warriors of Queen’s tribe weren’t weak either, hoping to win against the opponent. That way, the beastmen of the Hadu tribe wouldn’t look down on them in the future. Compared to the Kon tribe, Queen’s tribe had a small population and few warriors; joining other tribes like this made them very prone to being disadvantaged.

Although Galvin had no talent for leading a tribe, he was wholeheartedly for his tribe members.

He had been suppressing his anger, wanting to challenge Kevin, not only for his own mood but also so his tribe members could live better.

Until time passed day by day, and the tribe members here lived more and more comfortably, eating well and dressing warmly.

The Hadu tribe was very generous to them. Before, Queen’s tribe had never had a single happy day like this, let alone cotton clothes to wear, but now everyone had a set.

That immature patriarch also occasionally made some candy to share with the cubs.

Galvin observed that this young patriarch never treated these cubs differently, and even took extra care of the newly arrived little Snow Wolves.

In just a few days, these little guys were just like the cubs of the Hadu tribe, loving to follow behind the young patriarch to play.

Everything was very good. Galvin gradually let go of this matter in his heart. As long as the tribe members lived well, it didn’t matter if he was the number one warrior or not. He was just still itching about Max’s strength.

But this mood completely fell to rock bottom on the day the golden dragon attacked the tribe.

Sensing that his mood wasn’t right, Max associated it with the helplessness when Eric was first captured by Arthur, and even the feeling of self-loathing for being too weak, so he somewhat understood the other party’s feelings.

Queen’s tribe persisting for so many years couldn’t have done so without the contributions of these warriors. Max walked to the side of Galvin, who was standing with his companions intending to set off for patrol:

"Haven’t you realized that your strength has increased recently? Moreover."

He pointed to the center of his forehead: "Don’t you feel that power is starting to erupt from this place?"

After speaking, he waved his hand, leading Kevin and the others to set off for the hunt.

Galvin stiffened on the spot behind him, his eyes widening in surprise. He blankly touched his forehead, and a ray of hope sprouted from the bottom of his heart.