I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 353: More New Goods

"Right, there are other new products here. This is toilet paper."

Eric took out a stack of pale yellow toilet paper cut into squares and placed it in Corbin’s hand.

Seeing Eric’s solemn manner, Corbin took the toilet paper to examine carefully, picking up a piece to crumple. A soft sensation was felt, quite comfortable, only it didn’t look sturdy; it would probably tear immediately upon meeting water.

He didn’t know what this thing was used for; honestly, it looked very cheap.

"What is this used for?" Corbin asked with some confusion.

Eric mysteriously leaned in close and whispered a few sentences in his ear.

Arthur yawned boredly throughout the process, occasionally glancing warily at the mercenaries passing outside the tent, conveniently casting a disdainful glance at Corbin.

Stupid human, he couldn’t even recognize something used for using the bathroom; stupid to death, how could he be as smart as Eric.

Hearing Eric’s whisper, only then did Corbin realize. Looking at the toilet paper in his hand now, he knew what its function was, and his perception changed.

Softness was so it wouldn’t irritate the skin. The tearing issue was easy to solve; for instance, one could fold it to use. Besides, who used great force when using the bathroom? These were not problems.

This was truly a good thing. Although he had money, throwing away high-grade cotton cloths after use was indeed wasteful. Moreover, toilet paper was like soap; mainly sold to the middle class and commoners, there would certainly be many buyers.

Commoners could only use leaves after using the bathroom, and in winter, they could only use twigs and stones, which was extremely unhygienic.

It was just that such an item certainly couldn’t be sold too expensively. Corbin pondered, somewhat unsure of what price to sell it at. Based on the price in his heart, he feared saying it would anger this little Patriarch.

"It works well, but I don’t know about the price. You just name a price." Corbin threw the difficult problem away.

Eric smiled without speaking and held up one finger.

Corbin frowned. Hugh leaned in from the side and said:

"One silver coin is no good for this thing; the price is too high and it won’t sell. It’s thrown away after one use."

Eric slowly shook his head, intentionally teasing them. He didn’t state the price clearly, just told them to guess again.

"Ten copper coins a sheet or how much?" Hugh, seeing Corbin having difficulty speaking, took the initiative to ask.

"Not ten copper coins, and not per sheet. I decided to sell it at the price of one copper coin per catty. As for whether you sell by catty or by sheet, I won’t interfere. It’s just that toilet paper is a consumable item used for commoners; don’t sell it too expensively. I can provide this in large quantities."

Only then did Eric stop teasing, smilingly stating the price he had planned.

This price was much lower than Corbin and Hugh’s thoughts. Corbin clapped his hands in joy:

"Good, good! This time was truly not in vain; not in vain that I set sail as soon as the storm cleared."

One copper coin a catty; one gold coin could buy a ton! As long as people used this thing once, they would want to buy it. This little Patriarch had ceded almost ninety percent of the profit; it seemed he was sincere about doing long-term business.

Corbin waved his hand generously: "However much the Little Patriarch has, I’ll take it all!"

Recently, after the paper mill was built, the scale had expanded several times.

The toilet paper produced, besides being used by the clansmen, had quite a surplus. Every day there were beastmen specialized in making paper; the efficiency was much higher than before when the Dwarves scrambled for time to do it.

Eric calculated roughly; although efficiency was high now, the paper mill hadn’t been built for long. Currently, there were over three tons in the paper mill’s basement.

That was already very fast. It was all handmade, and each sheet had to be hung in the yard to dry before being peeled off. To stockpile this much in such a short time showed the dedication of the beastmen.

"Our factory was just built, so there are only three tons now. Next time you come here, there will be more," Eric said.

Corbin was a bit disappointed, but three tons was better than nothing, so he nodded.

At this moment, he was extremely interested in the bag Eric brought. If not for the noble etiquette learned from childhood constantly reminding him not to be rude, Corbin would have wanted to rummage through it himself to see what other good things there were.

Fortunately, after finishing the toilet paper business, Eric stepped forward and started searching the bag, taking out the next item. It was still something Corbin had never seen: several rolls of white, fibrous objects.

He couldn’t hold back anymore and squatted down, eyes staring brightly at the new item in Eric’s hand. With the previous two items as a foundation, this one probably wouldn’t be inferior.

"This is a new dish our tribe made. It can be put directly into soup to cook, or soaked until soft and then mixed as a salad, or stir-fried to eat." Eric patiently explained in detail.

Food? Sniffing it revealed no smell; the taste was probably average, and it was made by beastmen hands too. Corbin immediately lost interest.

"But its advantage is the long preservation time. As long as it doesn’t get wet, storing it for a year is no problem." Eric held up the potato vermicelli and mung bean vermicelli and said.

This time Corbin was astonished. Today was absolutely his most bountiful day, one surprise after another:

"What, this thing can be kept for a year without spoiling?"

Hugh was very quick-witted; he found a pot, started a fire, and placed the pot on top.

When the water started to boil, Eric threw the potato vermicelli inside. He wasn’t used to using Corbin and the others’ forks, so he went out to break two twigs, washed them, and put them in the pot to stir.

The dried potato vermicelli and mung bean vermicelli quickly cooked loose. After cooking a while longer, the mung bean vermicelli started to become transparent. Eric fished it out first, simply found a few spices to sprinkle on, mixed it well, and signaled for the two to taste.

Arthur’s eyes immediately became unfriendly, filled with anger. That was a dish made by Eric’s own hands! Even if it was very simple!

With only minced garlic and salt, the mung bean vermicelli tasted a bit bland, but the vermicelli itself had a very attractive chewiness. Even Hugh and Corbin, who were used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, shared and finished it in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the potato vermicelli was also cooked. Eric simply mixed in spices and handed the plate to the two.

Although Corbin was a bit shy, the silky transparent noodles in front of him looked delicious, completely different from when they were dry. He accepted it without standing on ceremony and lowered his head to eat. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Hugh, seeing that he had no intention of sharing, shamelessly took the initiative to put his fork in to grab a few strands. The soft and chewy potato vermicelli was also very tasty; if the seasoning were richer, it would be even better.

Eric was coaxing Arthur. He was afraid this gluttonous stupid dragon would fight for food, so he took a cake from the table and quickly stuffed it into Arthur’s mouth.