I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 131: The Great Alchemist Eric

Michael bounced around on the sand to dry his fur, then ran to the pile of combs, picked one up, and began to groom himself.

He had now mastered this skill proficiently. His forepaw held the scallop shell comb, moving it nimbly back and forth, combing his entire body until it was smooth and glossy.

"Eric, let’s eat this big lobster later! Look at this size, it’s more than enough for all of us."

He smugly patted the still-thrashing lobster and turned to say to Eric.

The food here was truly too abundant; the only drawback was probably that it was too far from their tribe.

He and Max didn’t dare to swim out too far, but even just lingering near the shore, there were countless fish, shrimp, and shellfish.

The temperature at the coast made food spoil easily, so he didn’t hunt prey that was too large, only catching those that were just the right size for one al.

Under the sea, he had seen crabs even bigger than this lobster. Michael decided that for dinner tonight, he would definitely go catch a giant crab like that.

Eric didn’t know what Michael was plotting, but he could clearly sense his happy mood.

After all, his huge wolf tail was leisurely sweeping back and forth on the sand, drawing casual long lines.

He suppressed a laugh, glancing at the two of them with a mischievous look. He hadn’t expected oysters to have such a strong effect.

Last night, he hadn’t even dared to let them eat more of the spicy stir-fried oysters, yet they still fell for it.

But that also showed that the seafood here was not only delicious but also had incredibly potent dicinal properties.

As expected, completely natural, unpolluted food was the best.

Thinking of the taste of oysters, Eric instinctively licked his lips. He bent down and pried two from a nearby reef, just enough for himself to enjoy.

As the sun gradually rose, the temperature at the coast increased a bit. The smoldering fire around the hut made the inside even warr.

Yet Honey still showed no sign of waking up.

Eric guessed that she had been too hungry yesterday, so when the temperature rose, she woke up to find food.

After her body had stored enough energy, she once again fell into a deep sleep.

This survival thod of the Snake Tribe was also quite eye-opening. This kind of hibernation saved a lot more food compared to other beastn.

With Honey sunk into hibernation, Eric no longer worried about their salt-making process being discovered.

Although Honey was just a beast cub, making salt was a serious matter. It was best if only people from their own tribe knew about it.

When they left the Grass Tribe, they had brought quite a few vegetables. They had basically brought everything the Ox-Head Tribe had given them.

Who else but Eric knew how to cook among the other Snow Wolves?

Eating them raw didn’t taste good, but the Ox-Head Tribe mbers had learned how to make roasted peanuts and peanut milk; only the shredded potato stir-fry was a bit difficult for them.

Eric thought that by the ti they returned to the Grass Tribe, most of the Ox-Head Tribe mbers would surely be addicted to roasted peanuts and peanut milk.

Maybe next year they would even plant a lot more peanuts.

This could be considered his small contribution to the culinary culture of the beastman world, Eric thought with so smugness.

Eric didn’t bring the flour left by the Ox-Head Tribe. He left it for Uncle Thomas and the others as ergency food, in case they couldn’t hunt prey, they would still have sothing to eat.

Previously, when Uncle Thomas led his tribesn to trade, they would at most stay for three or four days, during which ti the Grass Tribe would provide food for the guests.

This ti they needed to stay for at least half a month; the Ox-Head Tribe definitely wouldn’t have prepared food for them.

Thomas staying at the Grass Tribe was also to provide cover for Eric’s group.

The salt and other things they made could all be claid to have been traded from other beastn in the Grass Tribe when they returned to their own tribe together.

If Thomas had also returned with Joseph, leaving only Eric’s group outside, it would inevitably cause speculation among so tribesn. It was best that as few people as possible knew about this.

Beastn and Dwarves were both straightforward. If soone with ill intentions managed to extract words detrintal to the tribe from them later, it would be troubleso.

Eric took the remaining corn from the bundle, carefully shelled the kernels, and spread them on a reef rock with the best sunlight to let them dry slowly.

The plump, turquoise-green corn kernels looked like top-grade jadeite under the sun, each kernel the perfect size to be pierced and worn as a pendant.

It was a pity. They were beautiful, but using corn kernels as jewelry just felt strange.

He rembered in his world there was a type of tiny, multi-colored corn that people strung into decorative chains, but he had never heard of anyone wearing an entire cob of corn...

Dried corn kernels could be ground into flour. Eric had just suddenly thought of this.

Cornal could be used to make many delicious foods; it was also an indispensable mory from his childhood.

The corn the Ox-Head Tribe gave him had a taste that was a cross between waxy corn and sweet corn. Eric guessed it could probably be made into cornal. This corn had already been carried a long way since leaving the storage cellar and was already slightly dehydrated, making it perfect for drying now.

When he was young, during every harvest season, every family’s yard in the village would be covered in drying corn. The weaker children would use a hand-cranked thresher to shell the kernels, which was also a fun ga.

So inconsiderate families even spread corn and rice to dry on the national highway, causing countless people on bikes to fall every year.

When he was little, Eric himself had fallen and scraped his head quite a few tis because of that.

He stared at the corn kernels on the rock slab, a nostalgic smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.

Beastn didn’t have the habit of eating breakfast. Eric now also occasionally forgot this al.

After a day and a night without rest, they had finished boiling several tubes of crude salt. Eric brought out the activated charcoal he had made earlier, which was perfect for refining the salt.

After preparing the plant ash and the activated charcoal bag, Eric got busy again, following the sa process as last ti.

After a long while, two large bamboo tubes of crude salt were refined into just one bamboo tube of fine salt. The loss was indeed quite significant, but there was no shortage of crude salt right at the coast, and the activated charcoal bag could be dried and reused.

Michael had been squatting nearby, watching curiously for a long ti. He stared in amazent at the fine white salt in the bamboo tube, bent down in disbelief, and brought his nose close to sniff it.

Confirming that it was indeed fine salt inside, Michael couldn’t help but exclaim: "Eric, if you were a human, you would definitely be a formidable alchemist."

Eric froze at the word "human," only letting out a sigh of relief after hearing the rest of Michael’s sentence.

"So, does that an I have a talent for it? Maybe I can beco the first beastman alchemist." He joked back.

At so point, Max had also walked over. His ice-blue pupils reflected Eric’s image as he said with a smile:

"Then we are all witnesses, to the great alchemist Eric."

Being teased by Max, Eric didn’t know why, but he felt a tingling sensation down his back. He tried to suppress the discomfort and ordered pretentiously:

"You all crowding around here is affecting my work. Uh, go help open the shells for pearls."

Michael hadn’t seen enough. He reluctantly walked three steps and turned his head back, only to be grabbed by Max with one hand and dragged to the mountain of scallop shells.

"Eric is becoming more and more unreasonable. I was just standing to the side watching, how was I affecting anything?"

Michael grumbled sullenly, then turned his head to look at Max. This guy was actually smirking, a very... seductive smile?

He really didn’t know how to describe this expression.

Michael frowned deeply at Max, backing away slightly in disgust, feeling that staying any closer would only make him more uncomfortable.