I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 470: Gift for the Ox-Head Tribe

After the joy, Bruno had to lead the construction team to work overtime again.

Grain stored in cellars was prone to dampness. This time, Eric had them build a grain storage area near the cave that the Hadu tribe used to store meat in winter.

Otherwise, in another month or two, other grains would gradually ripen; they couldn’t have food but no place to put it.

Before the harvest, Bruno had led the increasingly strong construction team to finish building the slaughterhouse and the supplementary food factory.

Although these "factories" were named by Eric for easy distinction, in reality, with their conditions, they were just several large warehouses and indispensable storage cellars. Besides that, there wasn’t even a yard; it was very casual, and construction was easy.

Waiting until the scale was larger later - like the dairy product factory, which initially only had a few pots - the workshop was built slowly later, and the dairy storage cellar was also dug later.

Now that the grain harvest season was approaching, they still had to prepare the grain depot early. Although this place wasn’t as close to the cafeteria cellar, it still belonged to the Hadu tribe’s territory.

The cave next to it was full of skins and fur of various magical beasts; in the eyes of other magical beasts, it was no different from a human mass grave, so safety was very high.

Whether it was people from the dairy factory or human slaves growing cotton, they were all overjoyed. Every day, looking at the vegetables and beans exceeding their imagination being transported back to the tribe, their jaws dropped in surprise.

Those cotton growers, although in the fields every day, knew in their hearts they would definitely harvest a lot of food. In their country, they had never seen land with such yield.

But seeing vegetables and beans piled up like mountains with their own eyes, they still couldn’t help but be amazed. Such yield per mu was truly an astronomical figure in human nations.

Chilies were picked batch after batch, and the food called green beans also grew long; after picking one batch, another batch grew. The taste was fresh and delicious, whether eaten fresh, made into various chili sauces, or pickled green beans - all were excellent.

The humans, originally hearing Eric say at the start that their slave status would be abolished in two years, had planned to return to the human continent to live a good life once liberated, staying away from these terrifying beastmen.

But over such a long time, the beastmen’s attitude towards them was unexpectedly gentle. Life here wasn’t as terrifying as they imagined.

The beastmen’s way of life was completely different from the rumors of wildness and backwardness. Although the tents were backward, the new houses being built looked even more beautiful and comfortable than human houses.

Food was also what attracted them the most. Previously, slaves didn’t have the qualification to eat their fill; they were so hungry they had chewed grass and leaves. If they had a full meal of beans, even mixed with sand and gravel, they would devour it.

Living among their own kind led to such a life, but coming to the beastman tribe, they instead learned of delicious and filling food, and the beastmen even complained they ate too little...

Having lived such days for a long time, these human slaves naturally no longer constantly thought about returning to the human world. Life there was too cruel; ordinary people like them, even if no longer slaves, without a bit of power, only existed to be bullied.

Previously, the feeling towards beastmen was fear and terror. Now the humans’ attitude towards beastmen had changed greatly, especially after seeing pregnant women being treated with preferential care; they wanted to leave even less.

Even if they were busy here all their lives, it was better than being bullied by nobles at any time.

Of course, except for Henry’s guards, whose identities had been exposed on the day Arthur attacked the tribe. But afterwards, Henry didn’t keep them by his side for protection; instead, he let them continue working like everyone else, unknown what he was thinking.

What Eric wanted was for humans to stay here voluntarily. His tribesmen were not strictly beastmen or Dwarves; humans were the same.

In his past life, he was a human, so his soul inevitably felt close to humans. The country in his past life had fifty-six ethnic groups; here there were at most several types, so integration wasn’t difficult.

So far, the Dwarves who came first, and those who gradually joined later like the Horned Goat tribe, small beastmen, the two tribes of Karin and Queen, and now humans, were all gradually blending together.

At first, warriors like Galvin showed clear dissatisfaction, but after the great battle with Arthur, the warriors instead erased the barriers between them. Especially the stubborn Galvin; now he practiced diligently every day, trying to condense a magic core like Max.

Whether he wanted to compete with Max or become the tribe’s number one warrior, it would ultimately add a powerful warrior to the tribe. Eric happily watched his efforts rather than racking his brains to compare every day.

These past two days, work in the fields was busy. Manpower for hunting and patrolling was reduced a lot, and training was paused. As for other factories, priority was given to harvesting vegetables and beans.

Without convenient farming tools like in his past life, relying on human strength made the speed a bit slower, but beastmen worked nimbly, working regardless of day or night. First, mung beans and red beans were all harvested. Next were radishes planted by the Rabbit tribe, as well as cabbage, alfalfa, pumpkins, chilies, and green beans, all collected.

Max was powerful now; every day, whether after hunting or patrolling, he harvested food with other tribesmen, never resting for a moment, yet looking more spirited than other tribesmen.

Time turned back to when the two Ox-Head tribe members returned to the Red Grass tribe.

"You said this kind of seed grows flowers that can eat all the bugs in the fields?"

At the Ox-Head tribe, Chief Tu and his partner, along with Bi and several highly regarded Ox-Head tribe members, were sitting around. Opposite were Balu and Kiet, who had hurriedly sought the tribesmen to discuss important matters as soon as they returned to the tribe.

The person asking the question was Bi; he almost didn’t believe his ears, asking again in surprise.

He didn’t distrust the tribesmen; it was just that this news was too shocking.

Balu nodded solemnly: "Of course, we specially observed the fields for many days. Since the Young Patriarch sowed these flowers, the seedlings in the fields were no longer eaten by bugs."

"That’s right, the beastmen of the Hadu tribe didn’t need to catch bugs, saving a lot of effort. The crops also grew fatter than our tribe’s. When we left, there were already many plants bearing fruit," Kiet said with eyes full of both admiration and pride.

Admiration for the Hadu tribe’s crops growing well, and pride because their sweat and effort were also in it.

Bi held up the seed in his hand, feeling the light seed weigh a thousand pounds. His forehead was beaded with sweat; excitement and agitation blended together, and his fingers couldn’t help but tremble.

Chief Tu gently pinched a seed with fingers rough from year-round labor, joy evident in his eyes: "That Young Patriarch indeed gave us a big gift."

Kiet recalled Eric’s instructions before leaving and said:

"Right, the Young Patriarch said, before this kind of flower blooms, it will compete for fertilizer with the crops in the field. If we want to plant these flowers, we must apply more fertilizer."

"The Wide-Mouth flowers of the Hadu tribe were all bloomed directly by the Young Patriarch using magic. We probably can’t use them this year. Sow the seeds this year, and next year we won’t worry about the bug problem anymore, nor fear that spraying too much pesticide will harm the crops." Balu couldn’t help but smile naively and add.

There were two large sacks of seeds that Eric prepared for them. The Ox-Head tribe had a lot of land; the plots of the Hadu tribe couldn’t compare.

If it wasn’t enough, when the Wide-Mouth flowers withered, they would also produce seeds; then they just needed to collect them and sow them into the fields to supplement.