I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 349: Reluctant Escort

Bruno was forging weapons.

Although they had merged into the Hadu tribe, the weapons and props needed for the Golden Kingdom and the Elf clan could not be neglected. Taking advantage of some free time now, he started forging.

Just as he finished a high-grade shield, before anyone could even take a sip of water, they heard Eric assigning new work.

Bruno helplessly wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel around his neck: "Didn’t you say housing construction would wait until after the harvest? Why do we have to do it urgently now?"

Eric sighed: "It’s like this. I have a transaction with the Halun merchant group. They gave me cotton seeds, and I need to harbor a person. This person is being hunted on the human continent, has nowhere to go but has money. The tribe doesn’t have a place for him to stay, so we need to quickly build another unit."

"Cotton seeds? This is good stuff. Even the Ox-Head tribe doesn’t have it. Did they give a lot? Is it worth it?" Bruno got interested as soon as he heard cotton seeds, leaning closer and asking excitedly.

"Hehe." Eric was as happy as a cat that had just eaten its fill of fish, an invisible tail wagging proudly behind him. He held up a number in front of Bruno.

"Three catties? Thirty catties? Three hundred catties!" Bruno guessed, and Eric shook his head each time. When guessing the last one, Bruno’s voice suddenly pitched high with excitement.

Eric smiled beamingly and shook his head, not teasing him anymore, saying directly: "It’s three hundred chests! The kind of large chests used to store spices!"

Like a bolt of lightning striking, Bruno’s jaw dropped. He stood frozen on the spot, his eyes losing focus.

After a long time, he suddenly shouted: "What! Three! Hundred! Chests!"

Eric nodded with a bright smile.

Bruno threw the large hammer in his hand with a "clatter" and solemnly grasped Eric’s hands:

"Don’t worry, Eric! For these cotton seeds, I will definitely use the best materials in our tribe to build him the best house!"

"Yes, yes, I trust you."

Before Eric could finish his sentence, Bruno had swung his short legs and run off like the wind, knocking on his friends’ doors one by one: "Come out quickly, important business!"

The excitement faded by more than half upon seeing Bruno’s exaggerated behavior. Eric watched with amusement as Dwarves, who didn’t understand what was happening, poked their heads out only to be dragged away by Bruno.

Indeed, no one could resist the temptation of cotton. With it, the tribe would no longer have to wear rough hemp clothes or cover themselves with heavy animal skins.

In his previous life, it wasn’t easy to buy a set of pure cotton clothes; everything was polyester products everywhere. In autumn and winter, static electricity annoyed him to madness.

Animal skins also had static electricity, and it was terrible. The weather at the Hadu tribe was quite similar to the North in his previous life, but much colder than his hometown. In this temperature, the air was also particularly dry.

After becoming a Snow Wolf, he was no longer afraid of the cold, plus there were warm heated beds and down quilts, so he actually passed a warm winter last year.

But the animal skins spread on the bed and the sweaters worn on the body frequently rubbed together to create static electricity. Later, Eric really couldn’t stand it and made pajamas for himself and Leo out of Elf fabric similar to Evan’s to finally get some peace.

It just so happened that one-third of the land the tribe reclaimed had not yet been planted. The effort of reclaiming land back then was not in vain. Wasn’t there now another few thousand mu of land needed? 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Initially, Eric had harbored this thought, which was why he had the clansmen put effort into reclaiming land, trying to turn the area surrounding the tribe, nearly the size of a small county, into farmland.

Although it was a bit tiring, fortunately, the population was slowly increasing, and beastmen were very skilled at work. When harvest season came, this hard work would definitely be rewarded.

Take cotton for example. The chemical fertilizers of humans in the other world were of few varieties, and seeds were not as good as in his previous life; the yield per mu was only about three hundred plus catties.

In his previous life, Eric inadvertently saw news that cotton production areas had begun researching seeds yielding a ton per mu, with the lowest yield being five or six hundred catties.

Other grains and vegetables like wheat had yields comparable to his previous life, especially potatoes. Potatoes in the other world were large, and the yield per mu was also high.

With the help of Eric’s natural magic, the cotton yield per mu would certainly be higher than that of humans. At that time, with several thousand mu of cotton fields, no matter what, they could harvest five or six hundred tons...

Calculating roughly, Eric was dizzy from this huge joy, excitedly jumping a few times in place.

...

Because of the beloved cotton and dairy products, Eric eagerly went to the Halun merchant group’s campsite early the next morning.

Thomas intended to go with him, but he accidentally heard Kevin talking about Galvin (Kevin secretly tattled). Thinking that the Hadu tribe’s best warriors were not present right now, he dragged his old body to lead the warriors hunting.

Kevin was overjoyed and happily led the other warriors on patrol, finally avoiding the burning gaze Galvin cast on him and the other warriors every day.

Who knew what dark magic that guy had been hit with? Every day he demanded to be in the same group as him. If he hunted, Galvin hunted; if he patrolled, Galvin patrolled. Like a ghost. Kevin had really had enough.

Of course, Thomas wasn’t assured letting a beast child like Eric go alone. He originally intended to let Sam go with Eric, but then he thought, didn’t the tribe have an Arthur with super combat power?

Eating so much, it was time to be useful. So he arranged for Arthur to go with Eric.

Knowing this news, Eric was a bit dazed. He had managed to avoid him for a while with difficulty. Whether he was overthinking it or not, whether Arthur had that intention or not, they were too close, so keeping some distance was better.

Now it was great; Uncle Thomas sent Arthur over. It would have been better to let him randomly call a beastman to go along, even a Rabbit person would do!

Eric smiled politely yet awkwardly and said to Arthur, who was standing silently at the gate of his courtyard:

"Is it you? Um, then let’s go to the Halun merchant group’s campsite."

Arthur looked like a bullied little wife, his eyes resentful - was there seemingly a hint of happiness?

He didn’t speak, just reached out to take the bag Eric was carrying.

The atmosphere was strangely awkward. Eric also shut his mouth, lowered his head, and led the way.

Today, the Halun merchant group was no longer as busy as yesterday. The mounts had been fed, and the tents were set up. Members of the merchant group and a bunch of mercenaries strolled leisurely nearby, not daring to go far.

Slaves wearing tattered clothes worked incessantly in the morning breeze; some cut grass, some milked cows. Eric’s eyesight in this life was very good, clearly seeing the fragrant milk flowing like small streams into the buckets.

It was embarrassing to say, but he loved drinking milk... whether it was bagged milk or boxed milk, sweet or original flavor, including various dairy products, he liked them all.

Naturally, his favorite was freshly squeezed milk. Before, there was a neighbor lady in the village who raised dairy cows. His grandmother would trade for milk with the neighbor for him to drink. Freshly squeezed milk, filtered and boiled in a pot, filled the whole house with a milky fragrance.

Occasionally, the neighbor lady couldn’t sell all her milk, and the remainder would be shared with them. His grandmother would use this milk to make yogurt jelly, fragrant and chewy when eaten.

In such a fresh morning, the familiar scene of milking, with the air containing both the scent of milk and young grass, was a memory of childhood.

Eric was momentarily distracted, standing there in a daze.