I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 296: Farming is the Long-Term Plan
Hieu glanced at the busy scene not far away, then glanced at the clansmen urging him from behind, and slowly walked step by step closer to the pipeline.
He didnβt dare look for the tall Snow Wolf and Horned Goat people, so he poked his head out to ask the Dwarf below: πππππ°π²π―π»ππππΉ.ππ¨π
"I, can we come and help, help out?"
The big brown-bearded Dwarf laughed and said: "Sure, arenβt you Rabbit people good at digging holes? Just in time, let me see if you are faster or if we Dwarves are faster."
"Of course, we Snow Wolves dig the fastest!" Tang straightened his back and interjected.
As soon as these words came out, the Dwarves were unconvinced, and they started criticizing one after another.
"Did you forget Sam? That guy hasnβt shown his face again since fixing the place where he sat and caused a collapse."
"Right, right, whatβs the use of just having strength? Look at the pipeline you dug; we still have to fix it all over again for you."
Unable to refute, Tang scratched the back of his neck and said embarrassedly: "Isnβt that because your standards are too high? Iβd be fine digging a latrine pit."
The Dwarves mocked him for a while, then enthusiastically called the Rabbit people down.
Hieu thought for a moment, grit his teeth, jumped into a pipeline, and began digging vigorously in the direction of the Dwarves.
Rabbits are good at digging holes, and their small bodies work meticulously, perfectly fitting the Dwarvesβ requirements. The Dwarves were very satisfied.
Seeing this, the Rabbit people jumped into the pipeline one after another and started trying to dig.
Eric stood by and watched for a while, finding that although the Rabbit people were timid, their work was orderly, and their digging speed was no less than that of the Dwarves, so he left with peace of mind.
Although it wasnβt very good to make new members work as soon as they arrived, this could also help the Rabbit people integrate faster, so it wasnβt without its benefits.
It just so happened that he was also worried about the hundreds of beastmen behind, so he instructed his clansmen once again not to scare the Rabbit people, then hurriedly went to find Sunflower and the others.
Thomas led Kevin and everyone to take animal skins out of the cave and were setting up more tents next to the Horned Goat peopleβs tents. Hundreds of small beastmen, even though their bodies were much smaller than the Snow Wolves and Horned Goats, couldnβt live in too cramped conditions.
However, the Hadu tribe planned to build brick houses this year, and new members couldnβt be left out. The tents were only temporary, so they didnβt need to be set up too meticulously.
The weather had been better these past few days, so even if a little wind got in, it wouldnβt matter. They would set up a few temporary ones for them to live in for a while. Wait until the brick houses were built, and everyone wouldnβt have to crowd together like this anymore.
Max led Sunflower and the others to the dining hall to sit for a while. The Tiger warriors also took the opportunity to look at the houses of the Hadu tribe.
When Eric arrived, the Tiger group was looking around curiously. Some even ran into the dining hallβs kitchen to look. Finally, Sam, unable to bear his annoyance, raised a cooking spatula and chased everyone out.
He was already annoyed about having to work overtime to cook for so many people. The appetite of the Tiger tribe was not small either, and Max had even told them to try to make it a bit varied.
These Tiger people kept walking back and forth in the kitchen, blocking the way and being a nuisance. Sam really couldnβt stand it.
Today, it just so happened that a Snow Wolf had led a few Horned Goat people to the river to cast nets, catching a lot of big fish. Among them was one as big as a small boat, just right to treat this group of Tigers.
Sam planned to make the whole sliced fish hotpot that Eric had taught him today. After eating all the fish meat, the broth could be used to dip other vegetables, which was both diverse and convenient.
Sam was very diligent when it comes to food. After hearing Eric say that the thinner the slices, the better they taste, he had ordered the Dwarves to make him a special long knife.
Meticulously separating the fish meat from the bones, slicing it, and arranging it back into its original shape, he turned around to prepare the hotpot dipping ingredients.
Washed napa cabbage, tofu cut into bite-sized pieces, thinly sliced potatoes, and rehydrated shiitake mushrooms were all arranged on plates. Later, they would all go into the hotpot.
Eating only fish hotpot definitely wouldnβt be filling. Jessica and Iris kneaded a lot of dough, waiting for everyone to be almost done eating before dropping noodles into the hotpot.
At this time, there was no need for Iris and the other Dwarves to come back to work overtime; the Dwarves couldnβt handle this workload.
Eric poked his head into the kitchen to check first and discovered that Sam planned to make fish hotpot, secretly praising him for being smart.
It seemed they didnβt need his help anymore. Eric sat down next to Max and Sunflower with peace of mind.
"Havenβt seen you for a while, and you guys have turned the outside into farmland. If the area wasnβt relatively small, I would have thought I had arrived at the Ox-Head tribe."
Sunflower recalled his mood when he first saw the flat fields and said to Eric with a smile.
Eric lay his upper body on the table. Having had no time to go back and get clothes, he was still in the form of a small Snow Wolf: "We learned farming from the Ox-Head tribe. In the future, we wonβt go hungry in the winter anymore."
Other things could be hidden, but farming couldnβt deceive others. Although the fields outside werenβt as numerous as the Ox-Head tribeβs, they extended to thousands of mu, equivalent to the area of a small town. Such an eye-catching existence, anyone coming to the tribe would definitely see it first.
The Golden Kingdom was also approaching human civilization. Sunflower didnβt show surprise, looking out the window thoughtfully.
"Youβre right. Us beastmen relying only on hunting to survive is still too monotonous. Farming is a matter of sooner or later."
Has the Golden Kingdom already started farming? Eric thought suspiciously. Otherwise, why would the Tiger tribe be so calm?
But it made sense. He was a transmigrator and knew that primitive society would definitely transition to agricultural civilization. So, it was predictable that the Golden Kingdom was now learning from human civilization and entering agricultural society.
Running a country required a lot of capital investment. Economic development was a mandatory choice; relying only on hunting couldnβt maintain the operation of a kingdom.
Selling small beastmen as slaves to humans, he feared, also stemmed from this reason.
Farming couldnβt make a country wealthy, at least not with the agricultural level of this other world.
The Ox-Head tribe was wealthy, but that was because they were contrasted against the surrounding beastmen. Moreover, there were no landlords here, and no agricultural taxes had to be paid. The harvested grain that couldnβt be eaten could be traded with other races, which created the embryonic form of villages.
Actually, beastmen said the Ox-Head tribe was wealthy, but after observing, Eric found that the Ox-Head tribeβs life was very simple. Their food, clothing, and expenses were not luxurious; they just lived better compared to other beastmen.
The beastmen living scattered here stayed in tattered tents, wooden shacks, and simple earthen houses. Apart from animal skins, they couldnβt afford clothes. Linen cloth was only prepared for cubs and the elderly. In winter, most had to live in a state of hunger.
In comparison, the Ox-Head tribe lived in clean and tidy wooden houses modeled after human homes, with cotton blankets, heaters, and other necessities inside. Even in winter, cubs could eat their fill and dress warmly. How could other beastmen not be jealous?
This wealth, the Golden Kingdom probably couldnβt be satisfied with. Looking at the clothes on Sunflower, it was a fabric of higher quality than cotton, and he had beads and gems for decoration, though not as colorful as the Black Wolf tribe.
Elder Tan, who came last time, dressed even better.
From this, it could be seen that the Golden Kingdom had also begun to widen the gap between rich and poor. There were always beastmen who, to maintain such a life, would think of crooked paths. Yet, the current King, who knew what he was thinking, actually agreed.
