I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 88: Felt

Luban and Bruno approached, their faces still wearing a bewildered expression, and reached out to touch the "fur cloth" that was still slightly rough to the touch. It felt very sturdy, firmer than regular cloth, perhaps partly because it was still damp. It looked like it would be very warm.

"What kind of miracle is this? He barely used any effort..." Bruno was completely won over, muttering to himself.

Eric shot him a glare. What did he mean, no effort? He had used all his strength, and despite the cold weather, his head was covered in sweat.

Luban recognized the importance of this invention: "To make cloth from animal fur, this matter is too important. We must go find the chiefs."

He said hesitantly: "We are already close friends, but you have given us too many techniques. This... perhaps we should use a transaction method, and we can pretend we never saw how it was made."

Eric couldn’t help but laugh at the serious expressions on the two Dwarves’ faces: "First, this is called felt, not fur cloth. That sounds so tacky. Second, you have a point. Let’s call the two chiefs over here and let them decide."

He understood that this held immense economic value for the Snow Wolf people, and he couldn’t make the decision alone.

Hearing him say this, Bruno and Luban also burst into laughter, and the tense atmosphere dissipated. Bruno’s fiery red hair shone against the white snow as he slung the felt over his shoulder and ran out of the courtyard. Luban, on the other hand, went back to tinkering with the unfinished spinning wheel, but his eyes kept darting towards Eric.

Eric was a little annoyed that Bruno had taken the felt before he had a chance to dry it. He went out to the courtyard to sweep snow, building a large snowman. He waited for a while, and soon saw Thomas, his face flushed with excitement, carrying Chief Joseph in one arm and Bruno and the felt in the other, storming into the courtyard.

Chief Joseph, being carried like a sack, saw Eric’s astonished gaze, coughed a few times, and signaled for Thomas to put him down.

"Eric, is this really made from animal fur? And from the leftover fur we cut off and throw away?" Thomas fired off a barrage of questions like a machine gun.

"It’s called felt," Eric said, wiping the spittle that had sprayed onto his face, patiently correcting him: "It is indeed made from fur. The quality of the fur doesn’t need to be too good, but the better the fur, the softer the felt."

Hearing this, Thomas was so excited he lifted the felt and paced back and forth in the courtyard. The whole tribe gathered to see the commotion. Eric had to demonstrate the process once more in front of everyone. The moment the second piece of felt took shape, a wave of astonished gasps rippled through the crowd.

The first piece of felt was passed around, everyone stroking it gently, amazed at its durability. Thomas touched the still-damp cloth, his eyes welling up. The Snow Wolf people were not as wealthy as the Dwarves; linen cloth was rare in the tribe. Only cubs or the elderly had linen clothes to wear as an underlayer beneath their leather garments in winter. A leather coat, no matter how thick, couldn’t completely block out the biting wind.

Eric knew that felt was a bit rough and not suitable for clothing worn next to the skin, but he didn’t have the heart to dash their hopes. He had another plan.

He took out the few balls of yarn he had already made: "This is called wool yarn. It requires slightly softer fur and can be used to knit sweaters and pants, which are both soft and warm. It’s just that I need someone with skillful hands to help; I don’t know how to do it..."

Hearing about the use of wool yarn, several Dwarves stepped forward.

"I am the most skillful person in the tribe! I daren’t say I’m the best at forging weapons, but when it comes to sewing, no one can beat me!" The red-haired Bruno raised both hands, speaking proudly.

In a tribe specializing in forging, Bruno was a male Dwarf who excelled at sewing, a fact for which he had been teased countless times. He never expected this minor talent would one day be so useful. He was so happy his nose was practically in the air.

Luban gave him a sour look.

When Max and the other warriors returned from their patrol, they found Eric’s house as crowded as a festival. Seeing Max running towards Eric’s house, Michael, curious, also abandoned his duties and followed. Kevin cursed his two disloyal friends under his breath, turning to seek comfort from Grass, only to find she had also vanished.

By the time they arrived, the Dwarves had already finished building a spinning wheel. Everyone was holding their breath, watching Eric operate it. He fed a tuft of carded rabbit fur into the machine. The wheel turned a few times, and a soft strand of wool was quickly spun out. He tested it with both hands; indeed, the machine-spun yarn was much stronger.

The crowd immediately erupted in cheers. To the Snow Wolf people, this scene was nothing short of a miracle.

Max, Grass, and Michael arrived at this very moment. Thomas, in high spirits, threw an arm around Max’s shoulders (though it was immediately shrugged off) and boasted proudly: "Look, this is the cloth and yarn that Eric made from animal fur!"

All three of them were stunned. Max squatted down beside Eric, intently watching the gray loops of wool on the wheel. Chief Joseph was just as proud, pointing to the piece of felt: "This one is even made from the fur you guys throw away!"

He thought to himself, although his dignity as a chief had taken a hit, for the sake of felt and wool yarn, this trip was not a loss at all. An idea that had long been brewing in his mind resurfaced.

Max ran his hand over the thick felt, his usual calm expression finally breaking: "This... is it really made from discarded fur?"

He asked not out of suspicion, but out of sheer astonishment.

Eric smiled and nodded.

A Snow Wolf warrior who had helped him carry the fur earlier quickly chimed in: "It’s true! I helped Eric carry it back with my own hands! It’s the fur we trim and throw away!"

Michael and Grass now understood why everyone was so excited. They couldn’t help but break into wide grins themselves.

Max looked at Eric, his dark, bottomless eyes now filled with overwhelming joy. Unable to restrain himself, he suddenly stepped forward and wrapped him in a tight hug.

The surrounding cheers abruptly fell silent, replaced by teasing glances. Chief Joseph even pointed at Thomas and roared with laughter: "There are still so many people here! Let the kid go for now. Once we’re gone, you two can be as affectionate as you want."

Luban sighed, both angry and sympathetic. Such a smart and talented cub, yet his mind was always on this Snow Wolf.

Being suddenly hugged in front of so many people, Eric was so embarrassed his face and ears turned bright red. He quickly struggled out of Max’s arms.

He understood that Max was excited, but he couldn’t just create public rumors like this!

He already has a canon partner in the story, Eric thought. I still need to find someone for myself in the future!