I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 471: Shocking News for the Ox-Head Tribe

Chapter 471: Chapter 471: Shocking News for the Ox-Head Tribe

Chief Tu couldn’t help but laugh as he listened; this little patriarch had thought so thoroughly for them. Indeed, his judgment back then had not been wrong.

He sighed, speaking with emotion: "This ally is truly not bad. To be willing to give us such good things, and to develop so quickly, faster than I even imagined."

Bi was a subordinate he trusted greatly and understood his thoughts more or less, even though Chief Tu didn’t say them outright.

"It seems the Red Grass tribe isn’t fighting alone either. The Chief’s vision is indeed far-sighted."

The other Ox-Head tribesmen also opened their large bovine mouths and laughed loudly, "Ha ha."

Kiet didn’t quite understand what the clansmen were saying, but he was too lazy to think much about it. He took out two neatly folded pieces of paper from his pocket and handed them to Tu.

"This was also prepared by the little patriarch. Besides the Wide-Mouth flowers, we had other harvests. They can dig wells, so there is no need to drink water from the river; they can get water directly from the wells to irrigate the fields through ditches. The little patriarch wrote down the details of how to dig wells on this."

Balu also excitedly said: "And there are potatoes, no need to plant the whole tuber! Just cut the part with the sprout intact, wrap it in straw ash, and plant it in the ground. It’s just like planting the whole tuber; they can all grow normally!"

Of these two pieces of news, the latter was even more shocking than the former. Tu and the other Ox-Head tribesmen couldn’t sit still. They were so surprised that their bull eyes widened, and several large ox heads crowded in front of the two, creating an immense pressure.

"What? You say they can get water directly from underground!"

"Potatoes can be cut and planted!"

Under such "interrogation," Balu and Kiet couldn’t help but shrink back: "Yes, yes, we saw it with our own eyes."

When they left, the potato sprouts had already grown very tall, dispelling the doubts in their hearts.

Tu couldn’t sit still and hurriedly opened the strange thin paper in his hand. Because it was so thin, he didn’t even dare to use force, opening it gently.

The soft, pale yellow material unfolded in his hand. Written on it was the specific method for digging wells, as well as how to cut potatoes for successful planting.

The methods were written in great detail; anyone who knew how to read could learn them.

The more he looked, the more excited he became. Tu couldn’t help but pound the table: "It’s a pity our potatoes this year have already been planted. We must try this method next year! But we can dig water wells in the fields; later, we won’t need to lead water from the lake anymore."

If they encountered a year with little rain and the lake level was low, the irrigation ditches would have to be re-dug, which was very laborious.

Boa, who was watching clearly from the side, nudged her mate: "Why talk about next year? I’ll follow the method on this and plant a few tubers in front of the house these next few days to see if they sprout. As long as they grow, it proves this method is feasible."

Planting potatoes at this time was certainly too late, but they could plant a few in front of the house to test. As long as they sprouted, wouldn’t that prove that cut potatoes could also survive?

Bi stomped his hooves in excitement, his tail swaying ceaselessly with his master’s mood: "Just survival rate isn’t enough. Balu and Kiet, you two still have to go to the Hadu tribe to help out. At that time, check again on how their harvest is."

Chief Tu gently folded the object in his hand and exhaled. Beyond the excitement, he began to lament: "This gift is much heavier than I imagined. I have to think about how to return the favor to the Hadu tribe..."

As he muttered, he unconsciously squeezed the object in his hand gently, then suddenly realized something. He held up the object and asked: "What is this? It’s not like Elf paper, but it’s so thin yet can be written on without the ink smudging. It’s not like magic beast skin either, but it’s a very good writing material."

Balu remembered the little patriarch seemed to have mentioned it. What was it called again...

"It’s paper, made by the Dwarves of the Hadu tribe," Kiet said quickly.

"Paper, and they made it themselves? Elf paper is good but expensive. I don’t know what the price of this paper is." Tu solemnly examined the paper in his hand over and over.

The other Ox-Head tribesmen passed it around to look, endlessly amazed.

Bi muttered: "They made this themselves. Why haven’t I heard of Dwarves in other places knowing how to make paper? Aren’t Dwarves better at crafting weapons and tools? If they knew how to make it, they wouldn’t have to use sheepskin scrolls to record blueprints. Once, I helped a Dwarf tribe migrate; their sheepskin scrolls were so numerous they smelled."

Tu laughed: "This proves just how rich their assets are. I heard that in the human world, there are places specifically for storing sheepskin scrolls. Only very wealthy nobles can own them; every sheepskin scroll is very precious."

"Precious is precious, but that smell..." Boa recalled a painful memory and couldn’t help but frown.

"The royal families of human nations all use Elf paper. It preserves well and doesn’t smell bad. But Elf paper is sold very expensively; aren’t we also stuck using only sheepskin scrolls?" An Ox-Head tribesman said with an envious tone.

Several Ox-Head tribesmen looked at the flat paper on the table, their eyes filled with a mixture of envy and contemplation.

"The Snow Wolves, the Hadu tribe... I don’t know whether to say they are formidable or lucky to be able to create paper. No matter where this thing is placed, there’s no worry about a lack of buyers." Bi was the one who was envious.

Another blue-colored Ox-Head tribesman had more complex thoughts, closer to Chief Tu’s thinking. He glanced at this young Ox-Head tribesman, shook his head, and said:

"Possessing this thing is called luck, but it’s also a kind of trouble. I’m afraid the Snow Wolves used it to write on purpose; they also have their intentions."

Chief Tu smiled and nodded:

"You are all correct. I guess this little patriarch wants to trade paper with us, otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought it before us. This also represents his trust in us. It seems he and we share the same thoughts."

Ever since the Golden Kingdom began revealing its ambitions, or even earlier, when the Golden Lion tribe and human-beast Leopards and Tiger tribes decided to fight for territory with the Elf tribe, the Ox-Head tribe had begun planning for the future.

Tu had been chief for many years. Although the Ox-Head tribe did not participate in any disputes, if the Fantasy Dream Continent were truly to fall into chaos one day, they couldn’t possibly stay out of it.

Now the ambition of the Golden Kingdom was revealed even more clearly. Especially in recent years, whether it was the small beastmen dependent on the kingdom or the small beastmen living independently, all were persecuted by the kingdom. Many small beastmen escaped and would come to the Red Grass tribe for help.

The Ox-Head tribe lived together, united as one, but the disadvantage was that they were very easily noticed in the Fantasy Dream Continent. If they harbored these small beastmen, they would quickly be discovered. At that time, Tu couldn’t guarantee that the Golden Kingdom wouldn’t make a move on them.

But seeing small beastmen suffer, they couldn’t just ignore it. Moreover, the Ox-Head tribe had their own considerations. Tu had Ox-Head warriors escort the small beastmen who came for help to a hiding place and simultaneously gifted them some food.

Regrettably, the Ox-Head tribe could only go this far.

Tu heard that many small beastmen had been sold as slaves to humans for high prices. The anger in his heart had long been boiling like lava.

He also had to think of a way out for the Ox-Head tribe, to make more allies so they wouldn’t be alone when danger came.

The kingdom’s power was vast; relying solely on the Ox-Head tribe’s strength was not enough.

besides the Bear tribe and Silver Fox tribe in the extreme cold lands, there were also the Monkey tribe and Deer tribe in the south, and the Dwarves who frequently helped out.