I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 102: Joseph’s Worries

The other beastn, who had initially been drawn by the fragrant sll of the food, were now interrupted by the appearance of the Black Wolf Tribe.

Seeing this, they no longer lingered. Although they deeply regretted missing out on the food, they dispersed and returned to their own rooms.

Eric saw the beastman who had helped them earlier also preparing to leave, so he grabbed a few baked cakes and chased after him.

"If you don’t mind, please try the cakes I made. I am Eric of the Snow Wolf Tribe. Thank you for helping us drive away the Black Wolf Tribe."

That beastman was about to return with his companions. When the cub held him back, he bowed his head in confusion. After hearing his words, he was both surprised and happy, extending his large hand to accept the cakes.

Up close, the sll of this strange food was even more captivating.

A simple-minded smile appeared on his honest face:

"There’s no need to thank for this, we hate the Black Wolf Tribe anyway. I am Orson of the White Bear Tribe. Your food slls really good."

"Orson?" Eric tilted his head and mumbled it a few tis, then couldn’t help but smile brightly.

"Your na sounds really nice. Anyway, thank you for speaking up for us. Please consider these cakes a treat from for you all to enjoy. Goodbye!"

He waved goodbye to the other, then turned and ran back. Max had already started a new fire.

Kun was looking scrutinizingly at Joseph, who was standing next to Thomas. Kun pointed at him and asked:

"Why are you together with a Dwarf? He is the only Dwarf here, did you pick him up on the road?"

Joseph was already a little worried upon seeing the other beastn. After all, they had been forced to scatter across the continent because the two great powers feared they would ally with the Ox-Head Tribe. Hearing these words, his whole body stiffened.

As expected of the Snow Wolf people, their way of thinking is so strange. Eric unkindly burst out laughing.

"This is Joseph. He is now also a person of our Hadu tribe. Let’s go, we’ll talk inside."

Thomas laughed heartily a few tis and invited them into the house. In any case, this was a long story. Of course, he also invited the few Ox-Head Tribe mbers who had run over to resolve the dispute.

Unexpectedly, by the ti they arrived, the incident had already been resolved. Bi and the others were about to leave, but Thomas’s words piqued their interest, so they stayed.

Eric squatted next to Max, who was tending the fire, and secretly whispered in his ear:

"In that case, will we not have enough food to eat?"

For so reason, he rembered his childhood. Every ti his family was eating and a guest arrived, the young Eric would always be afraid there wasn’t enough food for everyone...

He hadn’t expected that after all these years, his food-hoarding nature hadn’t changed at all; it was truly consistent.

With eyes full of amusent, Max turned his head to comfort him: "It’s fine, I won’t let you go hungry."

After saying that, he handed Eric a cake first, then gave the rest to Michael, telling him to bring them inside the house.

"Eat a little first to fill your stomach. We’ll eat the next pot while it’s hot."

Michael deeply regretted the cake he had made with his own hands, but a Snow Wolf person couldn’t be so petty. After a mont of internal struggle, he still brought them into the room.

With guests present, this amount of food was naturally not enough. Eric thought about using up the rest of the flour to make more baked cakes; that would probably be enough to fill everyone’s stomachs.

"Let knead the dough! I will definitely do better this ti than last ti!" Michael, after delivering the cakes, enthusiastically volunteered.

With soone volunteering to work, Eric naturally accepted happily. He gave Michael a thumbs-up:

"Kneading dough is hard. Michael is really amazing!"

Greatly encouraged, Michael smugly poured the remaining flour into the basin. Following the thod little Eric had taught, he mixed the flour into small strands before kneading it into a dough.

Of course, the water was still added by Eric. The amount of water needed to be precise, which Michael still couldn’t grasp on his own.

Their curiosity about what they were doing was much greater than other things. Besides Bi, the other two Ox-Head Tribe mbers ca back outside to watch them work.

"Isn’t this wheat flour? It looks a bit whiter than ours," said the Ox-Head Tribe mber who had a brown head but curlier horns.

"It’s a bit like the flour we use to make black bread, but the baked cakes they make are really delicious. I’ve never eaten at before."

Another Ox-Head Tribe mber with reddish-brown fur, still savoring the taste of the shared cake, exclaid endlessly.

The stone mill used to grind the wheat flour was still left carelessly to one side, with so white streaks and bran husks sticking to it. The two Ox-Head Tribe mbers picked it up and examined it closely.

The other Snow Wolf warriors were busy mincing the at filling, with Eric standing by and giving instructions. His eyes glanced at the actions of the two Ox-Head Tribe mbers, and he asked curiously:

"You don’t use this to grind flour?"

The reddish-brown Ox-Head Tribe mber smiled at the cub, his large mouth opening:

"Our flour... we use rocks to smash the wheat directly."

What can I say, worthy of being beastn, even the Ox-Head Tribe, which has entered an agricultural civilization, is no exception. They solve problems in such a simple and crude way... Eric lanted internally.

Smashing it directly with rocks, no wonder they only know how to make black bread. The fineness of the flour directly determines that even if they knew how to leaven, they couldn’t make white bread.

"Then you can have this to use. You can also use this as a model to make bigger ones; after all, your Ox-Head Tribe has many people."

Eric said generously to the two of them. In any case, the Ox-Head Tribe already knew how to grind flour, and the structure of this stone mill wasn’t difficult. It could be considered a gesture of friendship.

When the two Ox-Head Tribe mbers heard this, they were overjoyed. The one with the curlier horns even put the stone mill down and lifted Eric high up.

"Thank you so much! With this, grinding flour will be much less effort for us."

[So you guys get tired too, huh?] Eric was startled by being lifted, teasing silently in his heart.

Max looked at the two of them with an unfriendly gaze, reaching out his hand to take Eric back.

But the Ox-Head Tribe mber quickly put Eric down, happily wagging his tail as he ran into the house to find Bi and report this matter.

Inside the house, Bi, the Snow Wolf people, and Joseph were sitting around the bed. Those who didn’t have a spot just sat directly on the floor.

"You said your Thomas’s tribe and the Du tribe have rged?" Bi asked with a serious expression.

Tribe Leader Kun, who had brought his warriors, also stood to one side, looking at Thomas with a rather displeased gaze. He had said that Thomas hadn’t changed his na, so why did the tribe’s na change to Hadu?

Joseph said nothing, clenching his palms tightly, which were already drenched in cold sweat.

If the other parties did not support this, where would they go? Would the Snow Wolf people still resolutely take them in?

His heart was a tangled ss.