I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 378: Luck within Misfortune

"You don’t need to blame yourself. This isn’t your fault, and I won’t punish everyone. Although this milk is sour, it can still be made into other food."

Carrying all the milk out, Eric saw Gas using all his might to carry out a milk bucket weighing a hundred catties, standing aside nervously, panting from exhaustion.

Seeing him like this, Eric spoke up to comfort him.

Gas relaxed a little, suspicion rising in his heart. Could it be cheese? Do beastmen even know how to make cheese?

But this young beastman was the patriarch and was so friendly, looking just like the neighbor’s son before he became a slave.

Only that he was whiter and a bit more beautiful.

If not for being told he was a beastman, Gas would definitely think this was a young master from some noble family.

It was just that the impression of beastmen in human eyes was very backward, and passing through beastman tribes on the way had confirmed this impression.

They didn’t even know how to raise dairy cows here, so how could they know how to make cheese?

Gas was full of questions but didn’t dare to voice them.

Eric told him to wait there, then returned home to carry two large pots and his specialized large spatula.

It must be said that there was luck within misfortune this time; the fermentation level of the milk was just right, very suitable for making solid yogurt.

Sour milk usually separates whey. Eric scooped the thick white layer of curd on top into the pot; the whey underneath wasn’t thrown away either.

After finishing, it would be collected and taken to the canteen. It could be used instead of yeast to ferment dough, which was very good for the intestines.

Whey is very nutritious; some people specifically drink it.

Eric had tasted it before; it didn’t have much taste. It was better to add it to flour; whether making steamed buns or flatbreads, it could make the dough soft and fluffy.

Gas was very sharp-eyed. Seeing him carry the pots, he ran to hug several large bundles of firewood.

He saw that Eric had no intention of letting him leave, so suppressing the excitement in his heart, he stood on the spot, unwilling to blink, watching intently.

If a beastman could really make it successfully, then he wouldn’t just be a witness; later on, maybe...

A small hope rose in Gas’s heart, and he nervously gripped the hem of his clothes.

People in this world started fires with flint, except for mages. Rich people would carry magic props.

Under the cover of twigs, Eric secretly used a small fireball to light the wood and began heating the coagulated sour milk in the pot.

Making solid yogurt couldn’t use high heat; a moment of negligence would burn the pot, requiring careful heat adjustment. This was also his first time making it himself; previously, he had only watched his grandmother make it.

Continuously heating and stirring, the sour milk in the pot once again separated some whey because Eric hadn’t filtered it cleanly with linen cloth.

Pouring it out and continuing to stir-fry, not long after, a pot of solid yogurt turned into a solid block like a rice cake.

Eric scooped it out, put it into a bowl, and pressed it flat with the spatula, treating it as a simple mold.

"Isn’t it very simple, Gas? You come and try too." Eric handed the spatula to Gas standing next to him and enthusiastically found a brick for him to stand on.

Gas was both nervous and expectant, his hands trembling a bit. Almost reverently, he washed his hands clean before mimicking Eric’s posture to filter the sour milk.

Beastman pots were two or three meters in diameter, big enough to hold several people inside. They were a bit too large for humans, and the spatula was heavy too.

When Eric handed it to Gas just now, he had clearly stumbled.

Eric pondered; first, see if Gas learned it.

He stood aside to help. If Gas knew how to make solid yogurt, he could ask the Dwarves for a few pots of human size.

The method for making solid yogurt wasn’t hard; mainly, the heat wasn’t easy to control. As long as one was careful and patient, success was possible.

Years of slavery had nearly drained Gas’s strength.

Although he had recovered some strength after eating his fill these past few days since arriving, filling a pot with thick yogurt still made Gas sweat profusely, even with Eric’s help.

He certainly couldn’t move the large pot full of stuff, so Eric placed the pot on the stove.

Gas used all his strength, his face flushed red, swinging the spatula to stir continuously, not daring to be negligent for a moment.

By the time a pot of solid yogurt was finished, Gas was nearly exhausted, barely managing not to collapse on the ground.

"You are very good; you succeeded on the first try." Eric looked at him approvingly. He had been worried about burning the pot and hadn’t dared to look away for a moment.

"From now on, the task of making solid yogurt will be handed over to you. But you alone certainly aren’t enough. You understand your own people better than I do. Pick the people yourself; later, a dairy product factory will be built here. Besides cheese, I will teach you other things."

This was a decision he had just made.

Originally, the milk was intended for the canteen. Besides sharing it with the tribesmen daily, the rest needed to be made into various dairy products.

The solid yogurt made today was one type; the method was similar to cheese. There were also sweet cream, whey, and even milk powder, all of which could be made gradually.

With so many dairy cows, the amount of milk produced daily wasn’t small; they definitely couldn’t finish drinking it. Eric traded for dairy cows not just for the tribesmen to drink fresh milk but also for the various dairy products.

Thinking this way, the canteen’s work was too much; Eric didn’t want to increase their burden.

Since Gas learned so quickly, there must be other humans who could learn. It would be better to build a dairy product factory right next to the ranch.

These dairy cows lived in the ranch, surrounded by the smell of beastmen. They were very docile and didn’t need grazing.

The Horned Goat people would collect edible leaves and grass. After Tang’s season passed, sorghum stalks, corn stalks, and alfalfa grown could all be fed to them.

Only milking was time-consuming and tiring.

Since Uncle Joseph and Luban had returned, Eric considered letting them research how to make a milking machine to reduce the burden on the slaves. Four hundred dairy cows - say what you will, it was very arduous.

As for breeding and raising calves, humans still needed to do it themselves.

The bulls that Corbin carefully brought were all strong. Being able to express so much milk was partly due to their contribution...

Humans learned very quickly, especially in making food. It was best to use humans as workers for the dairy product factory.

If the scale of the dairy herd expanded further later, by then, both the cows and the slaves would likely be used to life in the beastman tribe, and Eric would find a few more beastmen to come work together.