I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 479: Development and Planning

The trade with the Halun merchant group was unexpectedly successful. These past few days, aside from occasionally going to the opposing camp to exchange ideas with Old Jack, Eric spent the rest of his time preparing things for the Black Wolf tribe.

The cotton would take more than ten days to be picked. Eric planned to wait until the cotton was harvested to make a batch of cotton quilts and cotton cloth first, then send a batch to the Black Wolf tribe.

The Black Wolf tribe had been wandering everywhere these years, and the tribesmen had suffered unspeakably. Especially this year, even their last bit of savings had been used up. The proof was that the clothes on Nathan’s body had become much simpler.

This was due to Max’s careful observation; he told Eric after recalling these details. He couldn’t help but remember the scene of meeting these Black Wolf people at the Ox-Head tribe last winter. At that time, he still saw the other party dressed flashily. Unexpectedly, fate truly played tricks on people.

Thinking of this, Eric felt a wave of fear. Fortunately, the Snow Wolf people had stopped in time and didn’t join the Golden Kingdom; otherwise, the outcome wouldn’t be much better than the Black Wolf tribe’s.

This reminded him of Sunflower, the honest and kind Tiger tribe man. He didn’t know if the other party had been punished, or if the white liquor he provided could serve as a substitute for the little beastmen.

Although he had faith in the white liquor he brewed, the Beast King’s temperament was now volatile and his actions cruel; Eric was truly a bit worried.

Also, in the original work, Leo’s mother became King at some point, but he didn’t know the process. If he knew when the other party would act, that would be good; he could even lend a hand. Not to brag, but Max was very formidable now.

Before, Max had struggled to fight a Thunder Fire Beast alone, but now a level five magic beast was just a trivial matter for Max. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The only problem was that Eric had no way of knowing who Leo’s mother was. When reading the original work, he only knew the King had become Leo’s mother, and the title used was also King; he didn’t know the other party’s name.

Come to think of it, most of the Golden Lion tribe had stronger females, just like in the animal kingdom.

It was just that the previous Beast King had more supporters, which was how he secured his position.

But his subsequent disturbing actions became more frequent. Although the Tiger tribe and Leopard tribe had members turning away, there were even more who disagreed with his methods. Presumably, Leo’s mother also took this opportunity to succeed.

Eric thought worriedly. Since he came here, many plot points had changed drastically. He was really afraid that the event of Leo’s mother becoming King would also change.

Moreover, how could he explain that he knew Leo’s mother would later be the King of the Golden Kingdom? He couldn’t explain it clearly.

Amidst his worries, the tribe’s buildings increased day by day. Almost most of the tribesmen had new houses to live in.

Bruno now led an increasingly strong construction team, working enthusiastically and full of energy every day. The tribesmen’s houses, the factory workshops, the dormitories... all were built by his hands.

There were quite a few beastmen in his team. Thus, the people who knew how to dig holes were not just Dwarves anymore. The beastmen’s nature of liking to dig holes was also unleashed. Currently, the deepest cellar in the tribe had reached six levels...

How should he put it? The underground space of the Hadu tribe was even larger than above ground. If Eric hadn’t stopped them, they would have dug even deeper.

Good heavens, digging such deep tunnels, what exactly were they for?

Furthermore, digging underground into a dense network like that made him feel very unsafe. These big guys in the tribe were all heavy after transforming into their beast forms; Eric was really afraid that one day the ground would be crushed and collapse.

After knowing his worry, Bruno patted his chest and guaranteed it absolutely wouldn’t collapse. It was said that the Dwarves’ tunnel-digging techniques had been passed down for thousands of years. Even if they dug an underground city, the ground wouldn’t collapse.

It was heard that this skill was developed because when living in the human world, humans always had ill intentions toward them.

Over time, the Dwarves applied mining techniques to digging hiding places. Unexpectedly, they discovered their own potential. Eric felt both sympathy and speechlessness.

The weather gradually became cool. Taking advantage of the relative free time now, Eric took out the feathers and a large amount of animal fur collected previously, and the whole tribe washed the fur together.

Coarse animal fur was used to make felt, which could replace straw mats to spread on the heated beds. It wasn’t prickly, nor would it catch fire due to excessive temperature.

The remaining soft animal fur was washed separately into high-grade and low-grade types. High-grade magic beast fur was not only very pleasant to touch, but sleeping on it also helped with cultivation, though the effect wasn’t as obvious as a whole fur pelt.

The remaining fur could also be spun into yarn. Whether knitting sweaters and wool pants or making wool blankets, it was all very practical.

The feathers were personally washed by Eric using water magic, then blown dry with wind magic. These things were small and light; giving them to others without magic to wash would be very troublesome, as Eric had personally experienced.

Recalling the down duvet he and Max made together by hand - the stitches were crooked, but it was the blanket Eric liked the most. He had to cover himself with it every night to sleep.

Now that there were more tribesmen, naturally, there were more people who knew how to sew, and making blankets was faster.

While Eric was washing the feathers clean, pre-cut cotton cloth was brought over from the other side. A group of people followed Eric’s instructions, laying the feathers in even layers, then sewing the cotton cloth tightly, stitching a line every inch, trying their best to keep the feathers from shifting.

Watching everyone working outdoors in the square, the spinning wheels turning steadily, and tribesmen laughing and talking together regardless of race, Eric also smiled.

If time permitted, he would build another textile factory. Eric silently added a task to the list for Bruno.

But who should be the manager?

People for other factories were relatively easy to find. For example, Gas for the dairy factory, Jessica for the livestock farm, Joseph for the paper mill. Other factories like the slaughterhouse and cement factory also had people in charge.

Bruno was good at this, true, but he still had to lead the construction team. As manpower expanded later, he would definitely be very busy. And once a textile factory was established, it would be busy throughout spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Wool yarn, sweaters, feathers, cotton cloth... all would be processed there.

Ruling out Bruno, Eric thought of Grass, but this was just a hobby for Grass. He saw clearly that what Grass loved most was still fighting; he couldn’t bear to tie Grass down in a factory.

The remaining person with the best skills was Jessica, only she still had to work in the cafeteria...

Eric rested his chin on his hand and thought for a while. Anyway, the cafeteria would definitely have to expand its manpower and build more. Or maybe wait for Jessica to finish training the "next generation," then she could quit the cafeteria job to come to the textile factory.