I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 476: The Merchant Group Returns

"So tired, the wheat harvest is finally over. My bones almost fell apart." Eric lay sprawled on the heated bed, not wanting to move.

Max smiled and sat down, gently massaging the sore muscles on the boy’s body:

"I told you not to go out to the fields to work. You are still a cub; having us in the fields is enough."

"Sigh, with so much work, how could I sit still and watch? Balu and Kiet aren’t even from our tribe, yet they went to the fields to work as soon as they arrived. How could I not feel embarrassed?" Eric mumbled.

Moreover, he saw that the seeds he planted with his own hands had all sprouted, and the yield per acre was very high, even more than the big promises he had painted last year. In his excitement, he couldn’t hold back and just wanted to harvest all the food in one day.

Max helplessly pinched his cheek: "You’ve gotten thinner. You need to nourish yourself these next few days."

Eric didn’t feel like he had gotten thinner; on the contrary, he felt he had grown quite a bit taller. The proof was that recently, he didn’t have to stand on his tiptoes as much to kiss his mate...

When he transformed into a Snow Wolf, he also seemed a size bigger. He didn’t know when he would be as big as the tribesmen; that would be truly majestic.

Thinking of this, he didn’t feel the muscle pain anymore. He did a somersault to sit up, sat beside Max, and said excitedly:

"That’s right, I just remembered. Patriarch Tu wrote a letter saying he wants to trade a batch of paper with us. I plan to sell it by the kilogram. Is that a bit undignified?"

Selling it that way saved effort. If they sold it sheet by sheet, it would be too troublesome.

"Mm, then we should just think of a way to package it beautifully so it doesn’t look sloppy." Max pondered for a moment before answering.

Eric rested his chin on his hand in thought. He was worried that selling by the kilogram didn’t seem classy, which might affect future sales. But the method Max suggested wasn’t bad; wrapping it nicely would make selling by the kilogram acceptable.

In his eyes, paper was just a normal daily item. Only because it didn’t exist here did he gain an informational advantage to make big money. All in all, he still had to thank the wisdom and intelligence of his ancestors.

He didn’t plan to take money for the paper sent to the Ox-Head tribe this time; the other party had helped the Hadu tribe a lot. Now that he had the ability to repay them, naturally, he had to show his sincerity. That letter expressed Patriarch Tu’s attitude; money was secondary.

"Patriarch Tu’s letter also mentioned the Black Wolf tribe. Nathan seems to want to lead the Black Wolf people in farming. It’s already late this year, so they plan to plant a crop of winter wheat first." Eric couldn’t help but recount the content of the letter to Max.

They had been too busy the past few days, so he and Max hadn’t had time to sit down and talk like this. This wasn’t anything important, so he only mentioned it today.

Max sneered: "The Black Wolf tribe is at a dead end; otherwise, they wouldn’t do this."

Farming - this word sounded absurd to the ears of carnivorous beastmen. If the Black Wolf people weren’t out of options, they wouldn’t do this.

This only showed how precious Eric was. If he hadn’t persuaded Max and his father, the Hadu tribe wouldn’t have developed to where it was today, and they certainly wouldn’t have granaries and cellars full of grain and vegetables.

"Let them be. Being willing to farm is good. It proves they are willing to develop stably. If the crooked thoughts of the Black Wolf people in the past had been used for farming earlier, the Black Wolf tribe would have been rich long ago." Eric grumbled bluntly.

Max nodded. Regardless of his attitude toward the Black Wolf people, the fact that the Black Wolf tribe started farming meant the Black Wolf people wouldn’t starve. That way, the Snow Wolf people ahead would have the Black Wolf tribe as a buffer.

Carrying the good news back to their own tribes, the Snow Wolf people departed. Before these Snow Wolf tribes arrived, the Halun merchant group had reached the territory of the Hadu tribe.

This time, Corbin knew the way and found a vacant lot near a water source to set up camp. The scale was larger than the last time they transported dairy cows for the Hadu tribe. Along the way, they had traded quite a few magic cores, animal skins, and other things.

Old Jack led his little disciple Tara, happily stroking his white beard as he directed the servants to move things. He specially selected gifts to bring to Eric, planning to visit the Hadu tribe.

"Oh, Uncle Jack, don’t rush. Aren’t you tired from traveling such a long way? Can your health take it? Rest a bit. The Hadu tribe already knows we’ve arrived; someone will definitely come over later."

Corbin tried his best to persuade him. He didn’t want to let Old Jack go to a place full of beastmen; it was too unsafe. Leaving aside matters related to his livelihood, this person was also the chef most trusted by Grand Duke Liam, whom Corbin also called Uncle. If something really happened, it would be big trouble.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the little patriarch, it was just that the other beastmen probably wouldn’t be as gentle as Eric. Corbin had traveled on this continent for so many years, and the attitude of beastmen toward them was very cold. If it weren’t for exchanging living supplies, they definitely wouldn’t let humans get close.

The Halun merchant group was also very measured each time. No matter which tribe they went to, they would choose a place a few kilometers away from the opposing tribe to set up camp, ensuring they were in their territory but not too close.

Not to mention taking the initiative to enter the tribe for a visit - in all these years, this was the first time. No wonder he was stopping him.

Old Jack impatiently pushed Corbin aside:

"Alright, alright, my ears are getting calluses. Can this place be the same as other beastman tribes? The little patriarch and I have an appointment; this time, we are going to compare our skills. If you stop me again, you can eat food cooked by someone else in the future."

After speaking, he ignored the miserable-looking Corbin and said to Tara: "You go bring those sweet potatoes over here. Remember not to forget them."

Sigh, I’ve fallen out of favor again. Tara lowered his head and obediently went to get the things as his teacher instructed.

Last time, the little patriarch had mentioned sweet potatoes. When his teacher returned home, he collected many big, plump, sweet, and fragrant ones, storing them away just waiting to give them to the other party this time.

During the days back home, whenever he met someone, he would praise the Snow Wolf people for having a talented chef. His tone was so proud, as if the little patriarch were his student. The more Tara thought about it, the more sour he felt.

Old Jack was still in a state of excitement. After returning, he hadn’t gone out much, focusing on researching new recipes in the luxurious kitchen the Grand Duke had prepared for him.

The two methods of steaming and stir-frying brought completely new recipes, especially the way of making pastries; there were indeed several times more varieties.

Cakes baked in an oven were delicious, but the taste and texture when steamed were different. These days, he tirelessly experimented, making Grand Duke Liam grin from ear to ear while eating.

When his chef friends came to visit and ate his desserts and new dishes, those who were extremely close immediately noticed the difference. It was one thing to create a few dishes occasionally, but who could create dozens of new dishes in a short time? A little thought revealed he must have learned them somewhere new!

Old Jack proudly told them about meeting a Snow Wolf person who knew how to cook very well. Over the years, he had been to the Fantasy Dream Continent countless times to search for new ingredients and recipes, but he had never gained anything before. He found quite a few new ingredients, but the beastmen gave him no inspiration; after all, beastmen were still in a primitive era.

He had originally planned to discuss culinary skills with the Elf tribe, but the Halun merchant group didn’t have the right to go to the Elf tribe’s territory. The Dwarves’ skills were learned from humans, so there was still no harvest.

His friends often teased him for wasting his effort, saying that at his old age, going to sea and even to the wild beastman continent would surely yield no inspiration. Yet, Old Jack actually got lucky this year.

Saying they weren’t envious would be a lie. It was a pity that the situations of these old friends were different from Old Jack’s.

Old Jack had been obsessed with the culinary arts for many years; he hadn’t married or had children, nor had he opened any restaurants, let alone a dessert shop. To eat his food, besides going to Grand Duke Liam’s place, one could only find it at banquets in the royal palace.

These old friends had wives and children. For the prosperity of their families, they had opened quite a few restaurants. These things were burdens; they couldn’t just go to sea like Old Jack said he would.

After having a moment of pride, Old Jack naturally had skyrocketing goodwill toward Eric. He already admired this Snow Wolf person very much, and now even more so.