I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 352: New Business Opportunity

Only then did Eric speak:

"Its name is soap. I didn’t make much of this batch, and since it was the first time making it without a mold, the shape isn’t pretty. Consider it sold cheaply to you guys. Wait until you come next time; besides this type of soap, I can also make scented soap with fragrances."

Hearing the quantity wasn’t much, Hugh and Corbin both showed regret, but when Eric mentioned he could also make a type with fragrance, their eyes lit up, and they asked in unison:

"Really? Is the effect the same as this one?"

Indeed, humans had a very high ability to absorb new things. He had only said it once and they remembered the name, unlike the beastmen who, despite being told for months, still occasionally mistook potatoes and peanuts for big earth beans and small earth beans.

Eric smiled and didn’t keep them guessing: "Originally, I intended to make scented soap long ago, but the spring planting was too busy, so I haven’t had time to make it yet."

Actually, there was another reason: soap making took place in winter, when no flowers were blooming, so there were no ingredients to create scents.

Whether making perfume or scented wax, a large amount of flowers was needed. Eric could use nature magic to promote growth, but firstly, he didn’t have flower seeds in storage, and secondly, the quantity needed was too large.

Corbin regretted immensely not coming sooner. If he had come earlier, he could have sent his subordinates and mercenary group to help with farming, as long as the scented soap could be made!

That thing could be sold for so much money!

The feeling of gold coins flying past his eyes was not pleasant. Corbin felt as if he had taken a heavy punch, clutching his aching chest, and said weakly:

"Is farming more important than making scented soap? How much food can the money earned from scented soap buy..."

Eric smiled shyly; he came from an agricultural powerhouse, and the farming gene was ingrained in his soul.

Moreover, what his ancestors said wasn’t wrong: "With food in hand, the heart does not panic." No place would remain peaceful forever. If war or natural disasters occurred, gold coins alone couldn’t be exchanged for food; he had learned about inflation.

He always felt that a supply as important as food shouldn’t rely solely on one place; being self-sufficient was naturally the best.

There was no nation here to protect the Hadu tribe. Even if disasters struck, they wouldn’t lack food. They could only stockpile a lot by themselves; that way, they wouldn’t fear facing a crisis.

The benefits of this policy were obvious. At least in his previous life, while riots occurred frequently abroad, his country was very stable. Once people’s most basic needs were met, they wouldn’t be easily provoked by others.

Furthermore, during the Covid era, he had experienced hunger and situations where having money in hand couldn’t buy food. Since then, hoarding food had become an obsession for him.

He changed the subject: "When I made the soap, it happened to be winter, and there was nothing available to create fragrances."

Corbin grabbed his hand and shook it back and forth, saying solemnly: "You must make the scented type."

He had no requirements for the shape; he could find countless skilled craftsmen to carve it into any shape.

As long as scented soap could be made, and since each piece was so big, he could totally have people carve it into many beautiful and exquisite pieces. By then, wouldn’t the nobles fight tooth and nail for it?

As a member of the nobility who loved to preen, no one understood their needs better than Corbin. The target audience for scented soap, besides the ladies, would certainly include fastidious men who would also like it very much.

Hugh loved it too much to put it down, fondling the bar of soap. He ran outside to find a random person, stripped off the other party’s coat, and washed the clothes himself under that person’s baffled gaze.

"It works really well, it cleans so thoroughly!"

Before he had scrubbed a few times, a large amount of black water seeped into the basin. Hugh wasn’t disgusted; on the contrary, he praised it loudly.

Don’t look down on laundry items like scented soap and soap being positioned for sale to the middle class or commoners; these were necessities. Once the distribution channel was opened and people got used to using them, even with thin margins, the high volume would result in a massive profit.

Eric paused for a moment, resting his chin on his hand, and said: "Actually, besides laundry soap, there is also specialized face-washing soap, which can deeply clean dirt on the skin and improve the complexion..."

Corbin turned his head, his pupils seemingly turning into the shape of gold coins instantly: "You must make this thing; it’s best if it’s a bit fragrant, a bit elegant!"

Since ancient times, as long as it involved skincare, it would definitely be sought after enthusiastically.

Countless ladies were obsessed with skincare using milk, applying morning dew masks, as well as various fruits, thorn-beast gall, and vegetables on their faces. As long as it concerned beauty, they would stop at nothing.

Especially in this other world with poor material resources, the ladies’ skincare cosmetics were far from as diverse as what Eric had seen in his previous life.

Facial cleansers, exfoliating gels specifically for washing the face, various essences, perfumes, and masks. As long as they had money, their faces were never left in peace.

It was a pity Eric wasn’t good at this; before transmigrating, he only knew a little because of rampant cosmetic advertisements.

But he could totally research it. Everything here was completely natural and pollution-free, and there were also spirit plants containing spiritual power. The cosmetics made would definitely be much better than the skincare products in his previous life that frequently added fluorescent agents.

He hadn’t thought about these things before, but now he had undoubtedly found a new business opportunity for the Hadu tribe, and one with huge profit margins at that.

He and Corbin hit it off immediately, agreeing that the next time the Halun caravan came, they would conduct a large transaction for soap, preferably making all the things he had mentioned.

The Halun caravan came to the Illusion Dream Continent for trade every year in late autumn.

By then, the Hadu tribe’s harvest would likely be over, and they could also trade large quantities of agricultural products like vermicelli and dried potatoes.

Having settled these matters, Corbin happily offered a price of one silver coin per bar for the twenty-something bars of soap currently in Eric’s possession. For long-term cooperation, his offer was considered generous.

Eric had the original host’s memories in his head.

Although beastmen traded by bartering, they had a certain understanding of human currency. One gold coin equaled ten silver coins, and one silver coin equaled one hundred copper coins.

The cream soap "For the People" his family used when he was small cost six thousand VND a jar. More expensive ones like Daso were ten thousand VND a jar. One jar lasted several months, and if used sparingly, it could last nearly a year.

The bar-type stinky soap Eric made was only used by the elderly; by his generation, it had completely disappeared. Then after a few years, when he was over ten years old, cream soap was replaced by laundry powder.

Although supplies here were scarce and the value of soap increased dozens of times, the price wasn’t bad, and Eric was very satisfied.

Corbin was also very satisfied. He contentedly picked up the bar of soap to admire, having already thought of a plan in his head on how to hype it up and sell it for a good price after returning.

At least increase it several times; wait until there was a large quantity, then lower the price a bit.

There were countless middle-class people in the empire who were potential customers for soap. Wait until the selling price dropped a bit later, other commoners would definitely come to buy too; there was no need to worry about sales channels.

This was also why he offered a high price so decisively. This little beastman Patriarch of the Hadu tribe was a capable assistant who could bring him gold coins.

Ceding a portion of the profit to a cooperative partner would only result in greater returns.

No one understood business better than Corbin.

To retain a partner who could bring him profit, paying a price was inevitable, and furthermore, this little Patriarch had a lot of interesting things in his hands.