I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 288: Professional Saboteur
Taking advantage of the time before the planting season arrived, Eric led the tribe members to start building houses.
The first project to be done wasn’t workshops, but several public restrooms.
The Ox-Head tribe had gone a step ahead on the path of agricultural civilization. Besides farming, their lifestyle had gradually changed after numerous contacts with humans.
But the Ox-Head tribe’s restrooms were established not just for civilization, but also to not waste any source of fertilizer.
Even in modern times with advanced technology, manure remained the best organic fertilizer.
Eric remembered every time his grandmother grew vegetables, she would go ask relatives for some goat manure to fertilize them. The vegetables grown were significantly tastier than the pesticide-sprayed vegetables sold at the market, and were also green, clean, and safe.
Eric thought to himself, the beastmen here had such huge beast forms, surely... their "products" would be much more effective.
Although thinking about these things all day was a bit unhygienic, farming revolved around these things, didn’t it? It was just that while fertilizer was good, it easily bred pests.
When the time came, he would have to ask Balu and Kiet of the Ox-Head tribe if there was any way to handle it.
Now, the most urgent task was to quickly build public restrooms so the beastmen would concentrate their bathroom needs there.
The septic tank also had to be dug a bit larger, and Wind and Nature magic had to be used inside to ensure ventilation and keep the smell from being too strong.
Otherwise, the Horned Goat people might manage, but with the sensitive sense of smell of the Snow Wolf people, it would be unbearable.
Although dry toilets were the most convenient, the hygiene issue was very concerning, and Eric couldn’t accept it either. He planned to ask the Dwarves to make a complete drainage system, utilizing Wind and Water magic arrays to create a flush toilet style like in modern times.
This was no small project. When Eric built a private restroom in his yard, not many materials were used. There were no plastic or PVC pipes here like in modern times, only iron pipes could be used. But the iron pipes forged by the Dwarves had guaranteed quality and didn’t rust easily; at worst, a batch would be replaced after a few years.
Since it was like this, Eric decided to make a drainage system for the entire tribe. Since restrooms were being built anyway, he might as well take this opportunity to do the water supply and drainage system. Later, when the beastmen built houses, dirty water wouldn’t need to be poured out indiscriminately anymore.
He didn’t understand much about this system, having only been a beneficiary of its convenience in his past life, so the details still had to be discussed with the Dwarves.
Joseph and Luban had left, and the other Dwarves in the tribe didn’t have the vision and acumen like them. Before, Eric only needed to state the idea, and they could help him perfect the detailed structure. Now, he had to huddle with the Dwarves every day to discuss, sketching out hundreds of sheets of drawings.
"Right, connect the drain pipe from here, install a button here, flush water each time it’s pressed. For such a small magic array, a primary magic core is enough, right? The drain pipe will connect straight to the septic tank..."
Eric pondered deeply about modern devices, trying to use magic to replace electricity.
With a septic tank, it seemed biogas was also created from there. It was just that he really didn’t know how to install biogas equipment, fearing that if done poorly, it would cause an explosion. In his past life, with such complete pipeline systems, gas explosions still happened occasionally; he’d better not bring trouble upon himself.
Several Dwarves surrounded a table, writing and drawing according to Eric’s ideas while adding their own innovations.
"This is indeed not a small project, but digging tunnels underground is the specialty of us Dwarves. Little Patriarch, just rest assured, we will definitely do a good job for you."
A Dwarf patted his chest, guaranteeing boldly.
The other Dwarves also expressed one after another that there was no problem, then prepared to start forging thick, rust-resistant iron pipes.
Eric regretted a bit that he hadn’t chosen to major in chemistry back in the day. Not to mention making plastic and PVC pipes, just being able to make stainless steel would have increased the lifespan significantly compared to pure iron. Unfortunately, books are only found to be few when needed; he really couldn’t remember the formula.
One group of Dwarves started forging crude iron pipes, while another group began digging various tunnels according to the map, preparing to place the drainage pipes inside.
Besides running to the brick kiln, Eric would also come here to dig dirt together. He couldn’t help with forging, but digging pipelines was no problem.
The Snow Wolf people and Horned Goat people both liked spacious houses, so the planned area was quite large. Eric also intended to increase the tribe’s population, so the underground pipeline area naturally had to be made wider so it could be used later.
Sam brought food back for the Elves, and passing by, saw Eric transforming into his original form and using his claws to scratch the earth. Feeling his hands itch, he immediately transformed into his Snow Wolf form. Before he could even extend his claws, his butt sank, and immediately after, dust flew up blindingly...
Eric crawled out of the tunnel with an expressionless face and looked up. The trench that had just been dug to prepare for placing iron pipes next to it had completely collapsed. Sam was squatting there with a sooty face, trying to crawl up upon hearing the noise.
"Sam." He gritted his teeth and called out, raising a front paw to wave, the dust making his eyes sting: "Change back to human form first."
Sam realized he had caused trouble again, lowered his head to transform back into human form, took advantage of the dust obscuring vision to put on clothes, then silently lowered his head and walked in front of Eric, putting on a sincere appearance waiting to be scolded.
The loud noise also alarmed the Dwarves digging in other tunnels. Upon seeing Sam, everyone wore an expression of "knew it".
Bruno slammed the iron shovel heavily onto the ground, speaking angrily:
"We dug all afternoon to finish, why did you come to ruin it? Don’t you know how heavy your Snow Wolf form is? Did you think you were Eric!"
"Sorry..." Sam mumbled, ashamed enough to want to find a hole to crawl into.
What else could Eric say? He sighed, his tail drooping sadly: "Sam, everyone worked very hard to dig it. There’s an iron shovel over there, use it to dig it again."
Arthur popped out from the pipe next to them to look, and very bluntly turned his head to say to Eric: "You see, I’m much more useful than him."
Eric just rolled his eyes, ignoring him, then lowered his head and crawled back in to continue digging dirt like a true husky.
Sam had originally wanted to experience the feeling of digging dirt with claws; he didn’t expect the pipeline laying work to require precision. Using beast form was inconvenient for working and easily caused destruction. Now, he had to stay and re-dig the part he had ruined.
He had intended to tell Eric about the miserable state of those arrogant Elves while underground, but now he had no mood to laugh at others.
How could using an iron shovel to dig dirt be as interesting as using claws to scratch satisfyingly? Sam sighed deeply in his heart, unwillingly picking up the iron shovel to work.
The Dwarves were afraid he would cause trouble again, so everyone had to distract themselves occasionally to stand up straight and watch him work. Being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, Sam couldn’t slack off even if he wanted to; he could only clean up the consequences he caused with a sullen face.
Eric thought to himself while scratching the dirt, this Sam really didn’t know how to pick a time. When everyone dug the septic tank, he didn’t come, but he aimed for the moment when meticulous work like digging trenches for water pipes was happening to come, and even transformed into his original form. Truly a professional saboteur.
