I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 481: Adding People

Carrying beautiful hope and the determination to risk death, the large and small Snow Wolves climbed mountains and waded streams, entering the midst of the magical beast herds.

On Eric’s side, he knew that Thomas and the others would visit all the Snow Wolf tribes this time, persuading whomever they could.

Although he was worried about their safety, he also knew they would need several months to return, so he wasn’t in a hurry.

While Thomas and the others hadn’t returned yet, A Tat couldn’t sit still and went with A Khac to see Eric.

"Little Patriarch, I know some people from the Horned Goat tribe. They work very hard too. I want to..." A Tat revealed a troubled expression.

After all, the harvest season had ended, and the workload in the Hadu tribe had decreased significantly. Bringing Horned Goat people in now seemed like taking advantage no matter how one looked at it.

But he had thought of this too late. Recently, A Tat had been busy spinning like a top and hadn’t had time to meet A Khac.

Only in the last few days did the two accidentally talk about the hundreds of Snow Wolf warriors appearing. That was when they came up with the idea of inviting the Horned Goat tribes they knew to come here.

They had personally experienced that the Little Patriarch and his tribesmen had a very benevolent view of the Horned Goat people and treated weaker beastmen very gently. Since the tribe was short of people, they thought of persuading their Horned Goat acquaintances to join the Hadu tribe as well.

"You say you can persuade other Horned Goat tribes to come here?"

Eric ignored their embarrassment, his eyes lighting up as he stood up happily.

The Hadu tribe didn’t lack food or cotton clothes now; food, clothing, housing, and transportation were not issues. What they lacked most was people, people!

He finally understood why there were policies encouraging third and fourth children in his previous life. A small population was the most urgent problem; without a population, no matter what ideas for economic development one had, they couldn’t be implemented.

The Hadu tribe had established several factories now. In reality, it would be best to have permanent staff working there, but due to the small population, when it came time for planting and harvesting, the factories had to pause to prioritize farming.

If the tribe’s population were sufficient, the factories could operate normally at all times without worrying about affecting the farming progress.

Because of insufficient manpower, the scale of the factories was only at a maintenance level. If there were enough people, the output of paper, bricks, ceramics, glass, by-products, dairy products, and raised magical beasts would increase several times over. Most importantly, even if they reclaimed hundreds of thousands more acres of fields, they could finish planting them!

The area where the Hadu tribe was located, aside from the cold weather, had a truly excellent geographical position.

First was the large river they were near, which wound through the entire area. Water is the source of life; in his previous life, areas with good economic development often had such terrain, while inland areas developed relatively slower.

As long as flood control measures were well implemented, this river could not only produce a lot of food but also provide water for countless fields. This was also why this land was particularly fertile.

Although separated by mountains and forests and not a perfect plain, crossing those mountain ranges revealed a fairly large area on the other side that could be reclaimed into fields.

The Hadu tribe’s territory had now expanded several times over, and that land was included.

After all, everywhere here was ownerless land; whoever had the ability to occupy it owned it. Currently, the number of warriors in the tribe was large, so managing a larger patrol range was manageable.

Everything was ready; they only lacked the population!

Seeing Eric’s excited expression, the worry in A Khac and A Tat’s hearts vanished.

A Khac smiled and said, "I traveled through several tribes with my mother before. I still remember their locations. Those patriarchs had a good relationship with my mother, so persuading them will definitely be successful."

Mentioning his mother, a surge of emotion rose in A Khac’s heart. If his mother were still alive and saw the tribesmen living happily here, she would surely have the same thoughts as him.

Eric couldn’t help rubbing his hands together:

"Great, then I’ll leave this matter to you. But it’s unsafe for you to go alone. Later, I’ll call Galvin and Kevin to go with you. With the two of them there, I’ll be reassured about the journey."

Unknown to everyone, Kevin and Galvin were no longer as tense as when they first met; their relationship was not bad now.

It made sense; Galvin had initially wanted to compete with Max, but since Max wasn’t there at the time and Kevin had temporarily taken the lead position, Galvin had targeted him.

Both of their strengths were decent, especially Galvin, who currently showed trends of condensing a beast core. Kevin’s strength was also relatively strong, making them perfect for protecting A Khac and A Tat.

A Khac and A Tat hadn’t expected Eric to agree so quickly and look so happy; both smiled.

But this time, the cafeteria really had to recruit people quickly. A Khac and Jessica had their own business to attend to, and the remaining people certainly wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Thinking of Anna’s imposing face, Eric couldn’t help but shiver, moving the cafeteria recruitment to the top of the list.

In the sky above Dragon Island, a giant golden dragon was hovering, his dark golden eyes radiating intense anger as he stared at the smaller golden dragon in front of him.

"Grandpa, don’t go."

Compared to Kimlan, Arthur’s body looked much more wretched, with quite a few scales missing.

Kimlan glared at him with exasperation: "You stinky brat, I am helping you!"

"But if you do that, Eric will be sad. If he’s sad, I won’t be happy, so you aren’t helping me!" Arthur craned his neck to confront his grandfather.

"What do you know? If I don’t extinguish that kid’s hope, that beast cub will never stay on Dragon Island!" Kimlan looked like he was about to be driven mad by his grandson’s love-struck brain.

The nature of the Dragon race was greed and plunder. He didn’t understand what his grandson meant; for things one liked, just snatching them back was enough.

Arthur recalled the scene when he initially forced Eric to come to Dragon Island, and his heart began to ache again.

When he was at the Hadu tribe, although seeing Max and Eric together made his heart feel like it was being squeezed in pain, Eric was always happy there, so he was happy too.

If, as his grandfather said, he destroyed the entire Hadu tribe and brought Eric back, Arthur felt suffocated just imagining it. An Eric who loved the tribe and cared for his tribesmen so much would definitely collapse. Arthur didn’t want Eric to shed tears again.

Moreover, when he took Eric away initially, he had been frightened by the other party’s words, so he hadn’t attacked the beastmen.

Arthur remembered clearly that Eric had used his own body to threaten him, and Arthur knew clearly that it wasn’t just a threat; if he had really attacked that day, Eric would definitely have done it.

"Grandpa, he and I have a one-sided soul contract. Have you forgotten this point? If he is excessively sad and harms himself, I will endure all the pain in his place," Arthur said calmly.

Kimlan’s pupils contracted.

Seeing him waver slightly, Arthur continued:

"Right now, he doesn’t know this. If he finds out, and you attack his tribesmen, do you guess he will harm himself? our lives are linked. Grandpa doesn’t want me to go to the Illusion Continent, so do you want to see me die within the soul contract?"

"You..."

Kimlan extended a dragon claw and pointed angrily at him. This stinky brat dares to threaten me!