I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 469: The First Harvest

Thinking for a while, Eric decided he planned to use barriers to plant a batch of winter wheat in the winter to see.

As for greenhouses, they were indispensable too; the cost was high, but they were very convenient to use. They probably couldn’t build many this year, but later, whenever there was time each year, they would expand the number of greenhouses. In a few years, there would be no need to use barriers.

"Evan, thank you so much for giving me such a wonderful idea. If you hadn’t mentioned it, I certainly wouldn’t have thought of this aspect," Eric said gratefully.

He had always applied magic to daily life, but this time he really hadn’t thought of it.

Evan couldn’t help but laugh: "It’s all because you taught well. Before knowing you, I definitely wouldn’t have thought that barriers could also be used for farming."

"That’s because the living conditions of your Elf race are too favorable. Beastmen don’t find food so easily, and farming involves worrying about wind, continuous rain, and even hail and frost, sigh," Eric admired.

"Beastmen’s lives are hard, no wonder."

In Evan’s heart, he was thinking about the Golden Kingdom and the Elf race fighting for territory.

The Elves did it for status on the Fantasy Dream Continent, while the Golden Kingdom’s biggest reason at the start was probably for survival. Unfortunately, over a long time, power still rotted the hearts of the Golden Kingdom’s beastmen.

He looked down at Eric with a gentle smile:

"The Hadu tribe having you is a gift from the gods. I believe in you. Aside from personal feelings, your ability and character are worthy. In the future, when the Hadu tribe reaches the scale of the Golden Kingdom, you absolutely won’t follow in the Beast King’s footsteps."

His comment made Eric blush.

He was just an ordinary office worker. After coming here, his thoughts were mostly on how to let his tribesmen eat better and live more comfortably. Without realizing it, things had developed to this point.

He lazily stretched, looking out through the large glass window where the brilliant golden sunlight shone down. Many Dwarves were stepping on ladders, building houses alongside beastmen; the wall didn’t completely block the view of their work.

"This is great. I hope life can be this smooth in the future too," Eric sighed with emotion.

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Time quietly passed amidst the concerted efforts of beastmen, Dwarves, and humans. In the blink of an eye, several months had passed, and crops with short growth periods had begun to be harvested.

The bones from magical beasts the tribe hunted were burned into powder after eating and mixed with straw ash and animal manure to make fertilizer. The effect was unexpectedly good. Added to Eric and Evan’s magic, the yield in the fields was extremely promising.

Among them was the credit of the Wide-Mouth flowers. It must be known that pests were extremely terrifying now; even in his past life, once a locust plague occurred, it was easy to lose everything.

But with the Wide-Mouth flowers, the bugs in the fields were almost eaten clean.

The crops weren’t eaten by bugs and had enough fertilizer, so they grew lushly. Weeds in the fields were also pulled clean by the diligent patrolling cubs. Even if some slipped through the net, adults would check again and pull them out.

The tribesmen, farming for the first time, looked at the seeds they had sown by hand growing into seedlings in the fields day by day, then growing tall, blooming, and bearing fruit; the feeling of satisfaction in their hearts was indescribable.

During that time, Eric also followed his grandmother’s method and pinched the tips of the pumpkins. This way, the nutrition of the pumpkin could concentrate on the main vine, and every pumpkin grew very large.

After the pumpkins turned yellow and hardened, they could be picked and stored in the cellar. Pumpkins could be kept for a very long time without spoiling; in the countryside, almost every household had to have them.

Picking the ripe pumpkins allowed new ones to grow, harvesting another batch.

Soybeans grew a bit slower, but mung beans and red beans were already ripe. The tribesmen rejoiced like old farmers in his past life, busy in the fields every day, wearing smiles no matter how tired they were.

The old bean pods were thrown on the ground, and under Eric’s command, the beastmen jumped on them to trample. The cubs loved this game the most; they could help the adults and play happily at the same time.

When trampling was almost done, the dry stems and leaves could be collected. Waiting for the cold weather, they would be used to start fires. underneath were the scattered beans.

"Wow!"

Seeing with their own eyes that their fields really produced so many beans, the tribesmen cheered joyfully, wishing they could bury themselves in the pile of beans and roll around.

The cubs didn’t have as many scruples as the adults; in the blink of an eye, the bean pile was full of fluffy balls, rolling one after another without stopping.

Eric was also very excited inside. Don’t look at his calm exterior; actually, it was his first time farming too. Seeing the harvest results, he was as excited as everyone else.

A large amount of red beans and mung beans were collected and stored in the cafeteria’s cellar, which had been expanded several times over.

Beastman territory had another advantage: the smell of beastmen was strong, so no rats dared to come and steal food.

The bumper harvest in the fields these past few days made every tribesman beam with joy, their faces ruddy. At night, they were too excited to sleep and kept working in the fields in the dark.

Eric was originally a bit worried that the tribesmen doing this would harm their health, but looking at their excitement, he couldn’t bear to stop them. Beastmen going without sleep for a few days wasn’t a big problem, so he gave up the idea of advising them.

Only the cubs were at the age of growing; Eric called them back every night and waited until early morning to let them return.

The weather was hot, and these cubs didn’t want to sleep indoors. The large heated bed (kang) they loved before also lost its appeal. Every night, they gathered together, sleeping in Eric’s courtyard.

Eric could conjure ice to lower the temperature. Seeing the cubs liking to sleep in the courtyard, he couldn’t help but remember when he was young. In the sweltering summer, he and his grandparents didn’t have electric fans or air conditioning, so they would sleep on the roof, getting a few more mosquito bites every night.

But that kind of happiness could never be found again later, no matter what. He tacitly agreed to the cubs’ actions; after all, little beastmen had thick skin and flesh, and Dwarf children were also stronger than humans.

On summer nights, the sparkling Milky Way could be seen from the courtyard, and there was a cool breeze; the temperature was just right and comfortable.

As for the adults, they harvested alfalfa, cabbage, and radishes regardless of day or night, transporting cart after cart back to the tribe. The cellar expanded several times under the cafeteria was already half full.

Unexpectedly, the harvest was so large. Even Eric had initially estimated the yield based on the lowest level per mu, but the result was much better than expected.