I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 71: It’s Actually Toilet Paper

A gleaming golden ball came running against the sunlight, coming to a screeching halt right in front of Eric.

"Brother, let’s go eat!" Leo called out cheerfully.

Today, besides grilled meat, the kitchen also had crispy fried fish, shrimp-stuffed tofu, and stir-fried meat. The stir-fried dishes were particularly popular; they always had to make extra, or there wouldn’t be enough to go around.

From a distance, Iris saw the two brothers and waved happily, calling him to the front. The people in line also smiled kindly, making way for him.

"You’re late today. A little later and all the stir-fry would have been gone." a female Snow Wolf teased, lightly pinching his cheek.

Embarrassed, Eric tried to step back into line, but everyone pushed him forward with their hands. Being pampered by the whole tribe like this made him feel both happy and embarrassed.

Iris ladled a heaping bowl for him, and Jessica, who was beside her, slipped him a huge piece of grilled rib. Unable to refuse, Eric had no choice but to take the bowl and find a table with Leo.

Since the kitchen was established, everyone saved a lot of time. After dinner, except for the warriors on patrol, everyone else would gather in the square to rest and chat. The children would be playing around.

On some spirited days, the red-faced Dwarfs would start dancing around the bonfire, pulling the Snow Wolf people in to join them, creating a scene that was a bit strange yet surprisingly harmonious.

While he and Leo were busy eating, a shadow blocked the light in front of them. Max and the warriors had just returned from their hunt, and they sat down at the same table with him.

Seeing the empty table, Eric asked in surprise:

"Aren’t you all getting food? Sam saved a portion for you."

"Kevin went to get it." Grass replied, then took several orange-colored wild fruits from her cloth pouch and placed them in front of Eric.

This fruit looked exactly like a pomelo, and a sweet fragrance filled the air.

Eric happily hugged one, peeled back the thin skin, and the plump, translucent segments of the pomelo were revealed.

This was it!

He took a bite, and the sweet and sour pomelo juice filled his mouth, a wave of happiness washing over him. He shared a segment with everyone.

It was also Leo’s first time eating it, and the delicious taste of the pomelo immediately won the little cub over.

Max watched Eric eat with relish, his gaze deep. He then looked at the pomelo, and his expression became profound.

"The food’s here, the food’s here!" Kevin came over holding several pottery bowls, on which was piled a mountain of grilled meat so high it covered his face.

Everyone gathered around, eating and drinking happily. They were already used to using chopsticks, as most of the dishes Eric taught the kitchen staff were familiar ones from his hometown.

Michael excitedly recounted their hunting stories while eating, with Kevin chiming in from the side, even holding up his lightning-scorched tail to show off, which made Eric double over with laughter.

"Of course, the most formidable one is still Max."

Michael glanced at Max’s expression and quickly changed the subject:

"He leaped up, punched the magical beast in the head, and it just rolled over unconscious..."

Eric nodded along as he listened:

"That’s right, that’s right, Max is so powerful. Last time, he also knocked out a giant porcupine with one punch. We ate the meat for days!"

Grass noticed the unconcealable hint of a smile in Max’s eyes and shot him a meaningful glare.

As the group was chatting animatedly, a dark shadow shot into the kitchen like a whirlwind, heading straight for Eric.

Quick as a flash, Max reached out and snatched Eric up, dodging the dark figure. A loud "smack" was heard, and the dark figure was already face down on the ground, planting a loud kiss on mother earth.

Just hearing the sound made one wince, and Eric couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath. He took a closer look at the person’s attire and asked uncertainly:

"Luban? What’s happened to you..."

Luban scrambled to his feet, his face smudged with dirt. Fortunately, the ground in the kitchen hadn’t been packed down hard, so he only looked a bit disheveled but was uninjured.

His eyes shone with a strange light. If they weren’t in the middle of the tribe, the other Snow Wolves might have already jumped in to give him a beating.

Luban gesticulated wildly, looking up at Eric being held high by Max:

"Patriarch Joseph and I tried it with a charcoal pencil, and you can write on it! You can really write on it! But it’s too thin. Come down here quickly and help me see if there’s a way to make it thicker!"

Eric didn’t expect their reaction to be so dramatic. He looked at their half-eaten meal:

"It’s not that urgent, is it? Aren’t you going to eat?"

"Iris will bring me some later, let’s go, quickly!" Luban urged, and then shot off again like a whirlwind. It was hard to believe those short legs could run so fast.

Eric quickly jumped out of Max’s arms, intending to follow. Max immediately grabbed his hand: "I’ll go with you."

"There’s no need. Max, you all can go train after you finish eating. Don’t worry about me. And Leo, after you finish eating, go find Flower to play with!"

Seeing that Luban had already run far ahead, Eric quickly gave his instructions and then hurried off. Being rejected so decisively, Max was stunned, his brows furrowed tightly.

Seeing his unpleasant expression, Grass couldn’t help but shoot him another glare.

"If you want to go, then go. Michael and I will lead the young ones in training this afternoon."

Everyone thought he would sulk, but to their surprise, Max just quietly returned to the table, picked up the remaining pomelo segments and put them in his cloth pouch, then strode off towards the Dwarfs’ tent area.

Behind him, the faint sound of the group’s chuckles could be heard. Max’s face darkened, and his pace quickened.

Eric easily caught up with Luban.

Inside Patriarch Joseph’s tent, several Dwarfs were gathered around the sheet of grass paper, gently writing and drawing on it as if they were cherishing a precious treasure. Even so, he could still see a few holes in the paper’s surface.

"Quick, quick, Eric’s here!" a bearded Dwarf exclaimed.

He was greeted even more enthusiastically than when he had made the bricks and tiles, which made him feel embarrassed looking at his own thin, tattered sheet of paper.

Patriarch Joseph asked impatiently: "Can this be made into a better type for writing? It can be written on as it is, but it tears too easily."

He had intended to make this for wiping, which was why he had made it so carelessly. Eric hesitated, pointed at the paper, and after a moment of internal struggle, confessed in a small voice.

"Actually, this... I originally intended to make it for, um... for use after going to the toilet. To replace leaves and branches. Going to the toilet in winter is a real torture..."

After hearing this, the Dwarfs were completely stunned. The thing they were overjoyed about, even thinking it could replace goatskin and create a revolution in civilization... was something this little brat made to wipe his butt?

They looked at the paper again, and the more they looked, the more they felt... that it suited that other purpose with uncanny appropriateness.