I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 355: Strong Liquor

Eric was a bit unsure if these two would like white liquor; after all, in his previous life, many Westerners couldn’t accept the taste of white liquor.

Clearly, their whiskey also used distillation methods and had a high concentration.

Such strong liquor - people like mercenary squads, adventurers, and warriors would probably like it, so Eric didn’t worry about sales.

It was just that he felt a bit guilty.

After all, Corbin had traveled a long distance to deliver dairy cows to him; besides fulfilling the contract, he certainly wanted to exchange for some berry wine, but Eric truly didn’t have any stock left.

However, black sticky rice wine could be brewed a bit more; this type fermented quickly and could be drunk in a few days.

He smiled and replied:

"White liquor is named so because the wine is transparent, just like plain water, not because it’s brewed from white fruit, but from grains. By then, you will get to taste it. I just don’t know if you can accept it; the concentration of this wine is quite high."

"Ha ha, strong liquor is my favorite dish. Hey, young Patriarch, if you really have excellent strong liquor, I, Richard, will definitely pay out of my own pocket to buy from you. Whatever you want, I can exchange for you. The berry wine you made last time tasted not bad, only a bit sweet."

A rough voice echoed from a distance, and a tall, burly man walked in from outside, wearing a set of silver armor, laughing loudly as he spoke.

"You say the taste is too sweet, but last time, you snatched almost all the berry wine I exchanged for; why didn’t I hear you complain about the sweetness when drinking?" Hugh said gloomily.

Richard directly ignored his words, his eyes staring hotly at Eric as he said:

"I didn’t expect that among beastmen, there would be a skilled brewer like you. You don’t look very old, but your brewing level is even better than those arrogant silver-bearded old men in the Imperial Capital. If they knew there was a character like you, they would surely die of shame."

This person truly had a venomous tongue; wasn’t he afraid of poisoning himself to death when licking his own lips? Eric thought silently in his belly.

He accepted the compliment: "Then when the wine comes out of the oven, please definitely come over to enjoy it. It’s not time yet, but it won’t take many more days. If you aren’t in a hurry, you can stay temporarily."

Richard had been completely captivated by the strong liquor Eric mentioned and immediately replied without hesitation: "No problem, for strong liquor, waiting however long is worth it. Little Patriarch, don’t disappoint me."

Corbin had never been able to handle him; he painfully supported his forehead, forcing a smile at Eric as he said: "This is the Captain of the Silver Horns mercenary squad escorting us, Richard. He loves drinking strong liquor the most, and his personality is as hot-tempered as the liquor he likes to drink."

"Only strong liquor is worthy of me." The man patted the greatsword at his waist.

Eric burst out laughing, patting his chest and saying: "Rest assured, I’m actually afraid you won’t be able to handle our strong liquor. The concentration is absolutely high; it will definitely satisfy you."

For time reasons, whether selling to the Halun caravan or supplying the Tiger tribe, the white liquor was all head wine from the first distillation; the concentration was no different from rubbing alcohol.

Beastmen had healthy bodies; even if they got drunk on white liquor, sleeping one night would make them fine.

But if humans had poor health, they couldn’t drink this head white liquor; one cup into the belly, and not becoming stupid would be lucky.

It just so happened Eric needed a healthy person to test the wine, and Richard was not a bad choice. Looking at this sturdy physique, having made it to mercenary captain, his strength was certainly very formidable; he wouldn’t have an accident because of a little high-concentration alcohol.

In the beginning, Eric had used all the remaining sorghum in the tribe to brew wine. With so many jars of white liquor, distilling a few jars to trade with the caravan was no problem. He couldn’t let them leave empty-handed; the other party had come originally for wine.

Corbin initially intended to find a few people to follow Eric to move things, but thinking again, beastmen didn’t need others to help move things - one beastman equaled a dozen of his people - so it was better not to invite humiliation upon himself.

He suppressed the excitement in his heart, smiling as he saw Eric off into the distance.

Although Eric looked for ingredients to prove the diversity of potato vermicelli and mung bean vermicelli, as well as prove their flavor as new ingredients, Corbin didn’t think so.

He didn’t place too much importance on potato vermicelli and mung bean vermicelli, but instead looked forward immensely to the soap and toilet paper.

These two items were too profitable, especially the soap. Although the quantity wasn’t much now, only about twenty bars, what he looked forward to most was the pie in the sky Eric had drawn, for example, scented soap and face-washing soap. Just thinking about it made him excited.

It was just that the remaining rationality in his heart still reminded him: what if this little Patriarch was just talking nonsense? But with the successful case of soap here, even if he ultimately couldn’t make scented soap and face soap, just the ordinary soap alone was enough for him to make a big sum.

The Hadu tribe was truly a magical place; coming here twice had brought him surprises.

Recalling before, when passing through this Snow Wolf’s territory, apart from some furs and magical beasts, he couldn’t exchange for anything novel; he couldn’t even remember specific names. But since last year, this tribe had left a deep impression in his heart, causing him to even make an extra trip this year for it.

"Chairman, do we really have to stay here and wait for that white liquor he talked about to finish brewing before leaving?" Hugh was a bit worried, waiting until the figures of Eric and Arthur had gone far before turning his head to ask.

Not waiting for Corbin to answer, Richard at the side said calmly:

"Wasn’t this trip of ours for this tribe? Corbin isn’t someone who adheres to contracts like that; having been willing to make a trip for a few hundred dairy cows, he certainly has his own purpose.

I guess if I’m not wrong, it must be for those bottles of berry wine. Now that there isn’t berry wine, we can’t let this trip be in vain. From the Aolu Empire to the Illusion Dream Continent, the manpower and material resources spent cannot be compared to a few hundred dairy cows."

Corbin gave him a deep look: "You aren’t wrong. Although there are new goods like toilet paper and soap now, the quantity is too small, insignificant. The profit lies in the fact that the Hadu tribe can provide large quantities next time. So we need a little more patience, waiting here for a few days."

"Eric, aren’t these things being sold too cheaply?"

Returning to Eric’s house, Arthur said somewhat unhappily. In his view, things Eric made with his own hands, even if he didn’t know what soap was used for, shouldn’t be sold for only that price. There were also the potato vermicelli and mung bean vermicelli he loved to eat, sold for one silver coin a catty was already cheap for that crowd, yet the result was they still bargained.

"We are selling to humans not as retail, only as wholesale. If we want to sell retail, we have to travel far ourselves, crossing the sea to the human continent to sell. It’s very tiring, and dangerous too. I don’t know how to swim."

Eric joked with Arthur while bending down to pack up things.