I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 91: The Chief Eric

Seeing Eric’s strong reaction, Luci quickly handed him a glass of thorny beast honey fruit juice to calm him down. Thomas chuckled and explained:

"We’ve already thought about it. Right now, the most important thing isn’t strength or forging skills, but rather someone who is recognized by both tribes."

"So you two chose me? Because I’m not good at anything, I’m not a threat?" Eric grumbled, annoyed.

Hearing this, the two chiefs laughed until they bent over: "If that were the case, there would be many people to choose from."

Thomas rubbed his head: "Don’t you realize that both the Snow Wolf people and the Dwarves really recognize you?"

Luci added: "You’ve brought so many new kinds of food to the tribe, plus the ideas for the communal kitchen, bricks and tiles, cement, and even writing paper..."

Hearing this, Eric felt embarrassed; in truth, he did most of those things just because he wanted to live more comfortably himself.

Seeing he was still hesitant, Luci delivered the deciding blow:

"Aren’t you planning to start farming next year? Think about it, if you’re the chief, you want to grow rice, grow potatoes, want to raise pigs, raise chickens, who would dare to argue? With one shout, the whole tribe will go to the fields. It’s even better than being a human king!"

These words struck a chord deep in Eric’s heart. For someone who came from a people obsessed with farming, this offer was overwhelmingly attractive!

He hesitated and asked: "But... what if the tribe members don’t agree?"

"Done!" Thomas slapped his thigh joyfully: "Tonight we’ll gather everyone at the kitchen to announce it!"

That evening, the entire tribe was summoned. After Thomas announced the merger of the two tribes, Chief Joseph pushed the uncontrollably trembling Eric to the front, declaring he would be the new chief.

The entire square exploded in gasps of astonishment. Making a young beastman the chief—this had never happened before!

Eric was so embarrassed he just wanted to find a hole to crawl into. At that moment, Michael was the first to speak up:

"I support Eric! Anyone who isn’t convinced, step out here and talk to me!"

His words were like a calming draught; people began to whisper amongst themselves. They thought back on what Eric had done for the tribe, from food to housing, and even writing paper... They realized his wisdom was more important than age or strength.

Just as Michael finished speaking, Max shot him a sharp glance before speaking, his deep and steady voice echoing across the square:

"I also think Eric is very suitable to be chief. He has thought a great deal for us, from matters of food and drink to housing. I believe he will lead us to a better life."

"That’s right!" The glutton Sam chimed in loudly: "As long as there’s good food, I’ll support whoever becomes chief with all four paws!"

For a moment, Eric didn’t know whether to be touched or speechless at his friend.

Grass also smiled, her delicate eyebrows curving: "And there’s wool yarn and felt. In the future, we can make our own cloth, and the elderly and children will have a warmer winter."

This point touched everyone’s hearts, including the Dwarves. Although they were rich in technology, their lives had always depended on human merchant caravans.

Now, they could live in cozy houses, eat delicious meals, make their own fabrics, and most importantly... Eric also knew how to brew better wine. They had absolutely no reason to refuse; they even felt a little expectant!

The Snow Wolf people also had their own thoughts.

Someone whispered: "Max and Eric are a couple, so he’s definitely defending him, but what he said isn’t wrong."

Another person worried: "Eric is still young and his body is weak. Being chief will be very hard."

The Dwarves also began to discuss: "Although he’s a beastman, he’s also very talented in forging..."

"My dad always says, if Eric weren’t a beastman, he’d definitely be an envoy of the Smithing God." The young boy Robin also squeezed into the crowd of adults, seriously joining the discussion.

Amidst the chatter, Eric also heard: "Other than being young and finding a partner a bit early, he has no flaws. Letting him be chief is fine."

The corner of Eric’s mouth twitched. Could these people be a little more serious? Even during such an important matter, they didn’t forget to tease him about his love life.

Seeing that everyone had nearly finished discussing, Thomas gave a dry cough to signal for silence: "If everyone thinks Eric can be our chief, please raise your hands."

After a moment’s hesitation, all hands went up. Kevin and a few friends even raised both hands.

Looking at everyone’s warm smiles and encouraging gazes, a warm current rose in Eric’s heart, leaving him momentarily speechless.

What virtue or talent did he have to be so loved by so many people? Not long ago, he was still a low-level salaried worker, squeezing between high-rise buildings every day. Yet now, he was being entrusted with such a great responsibility.

A sense of pride suddenly swelled in his chest. Eric secretly resolved that he must lead the tribe members to a better life.

"So, what should our tribe be called?" a Dwarf asked.

Countless eyes turned toward Eric. He racked his brain. The Snow Wolf Tribe usually took the chief’s name, but the "Eric tribe" sounded too weird. The Dwarf tribe took the name of an ancestor. An idea flashed, and he said happily: "How about we call it the Hadu tribe?"

The name was a combination of "Ha" (from Thomas’s tribe) and "Du" (from Du’s tribe). Everyone heard it and felt it was very reasonable.

After the matter of the chief was decided, Eric had dinner with his friends and the two chiefs at the communal kitchen. The playful Leo scampered over, and upon hearing that his brother had become chief, he became even more excited than Eric, jumping up and down on the spot.

Eric ate while pondering. A new leader needs to make a bold move; he decided the first thing to do was to organize the production of felt. Seeing him quiet, everyone thought he was worried and crowded around to comfort him. Michael piled a heap of meat onto his plate and even rubbed his head. Max silently picked up a piece of tofu and placed it on top of Michael’s pile of meat.

Eric quickly explained he was just thinking about work. Hearing this, Kevin volunteered to take charge of making the felt.

Seeing this, the other Snow Wolves also clamored to participate. Eric found the scene amusing; they looked just like a pack of puppies waiting to be fed. He chose Kevin and another Snow Wolf named Nguyen to be in charge of this, while the tools were assigned to the Dwarves to craft.

He couldn’t help but think how great it would have been if the employees at his old job were this enthusiastic about "working overtime."

A few days later, when Eric had gradually grown accustomed to his new position, Thomas led him to the tribe’s storage cave. This was the first time he had been here.

Just as the rumors said, as soon as he stepped through the entrance, a combination of smells—raw meat, dried fish, and a faint odor of rot—assaulted his nose with devastating force.

Both of them had to cover their noses with animal hides to enter. The huge cave was piled high with dried meat and dried fish. Thomas said proudly:

"This year, we just need to trade for a little more grain, and the tribe members won’t have to fear starvation."

Eric looked at him in horror. A cave filled to the brim with food like this was only enough to "not be hungry"? He suddenly remembered the terrifying appetite of the Snow Wolf people, and the pressure on his shoulders suddenly felt immense.

But immediately after, his fighting spirit ignited once more.

When it came to eating, a descendant of a farming-obsessed people like him absolutely could not lose!

So what if their appetites were huge? Their strength was also great. Next year, he would clear land and start large-scale farming. He refused to believe he couldn’t feed these stomachs.