I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 30: The Chieftain’s Decision

After Luci finished her bun and saw Thomas offer her another half, she didn’t refuse it. She took it and said to Eric, "I’ve never seen anyone who could turn wheat into such a beautiful and delicious food. If the Ox-Head tribe knew how to make this, I think many beastn would follow them in growing wheat."

Eric could only offer an embarrassed smile. He wasn’t that great; he was just soone who brought knowledge from another world here.

Sitting nearby, Max said nothing, but his gaze towards Eric held a new depth. He had vaguely guessed this young man’s purpose.

Seeing that everyone had more or less finished eating, Thomas stood up before the tribe mbers could disperse. He coughed twice, successfully capturing everyone’s attention.

"The food Eric just shared with everyone, he made it using wheat."

What? That dry, hard-to-swallow wheat grain, the kind that gets stuck in your throat? The entire Snow Wolf crowd was astonished, feeling it had absolutely no relation to the soft, white bun they had just eaten!

Thomas was very satisfied with everyone’s reaction. He continued, "And the tofu you’ve all been eating for the past two days was also made by Eric from beans. Making wheat into buns results in so loss, but making beans into tofu yields a product three to four tis greater in quantity!"

The surrounding people were once again stunned, and they began to whisper amongst themselves.

"I can’t believe beans can make so much tofu." A warrior said in a low voice, "I got a few delicious, soft pieces yesterday, but it was too little. My mother and I just had a taste and it was all gone."

"I heard Sam ntion it, but I thought he was bragging..." another warrior replied.

Hearing this, Sam said smugly, "See, I told you guys! All the beans I asked you for, I gave them all to Eric. The tofu he made was much more than the amount of beans I brought him!"

After letting the tribe mbers talk for a while, Thomas raised his hand, signaling for silence. He said seriously, "Historically, we Snow Wolf people have relied on hunting to fill our stomachs. But when winter cos or we encounter natural disasters, we have no prey. The skins and fur of the demonic beasts we hunt must be used to trade for crude salt with the humans, and every autumn we have to stock up a large amount to exchange for food from the Ox-Head tribe to get through the winter."

Thomas’s gaze swept across the crowd.

"The Ox-Head tribe can sustain themselves through farming, and they even have a lot of surplus food to trade with us. So why don’t we grow it ourselves? That way, we won’t go hungry even in winter, and our tribe will beco wealthier."

At his words, the surrounding tribe mbers fell unusually silent.

Eric couldn’t help but feel a little worried.

First, this farming policy would not be easy to implent because the Snow Wolf people were accustod to hunting, and a sudden change might be difficult to adapt to.

Second, they had previously viewed the Ox-Head tribe’s food as rely sothing to stave off hunger during winter; few thought of eating it because it was too hard to swallow.

Now, this issue had been shattered by Eric’s own dishes.

Sam was the one to break the silence. "The Ox-Head tribe eats even more than we do, and they can still support themselves by farming. We probably can too."

The warrior Tang added, "If every dish is as delicious as today’s buns and tofu, then farming is fine."

"If all the grain is made into this kind of bun, I’m definitely willing to eat it," Kevin chid in.

"But I only know how to hunt. The Ox-Head tribe has been farming for so many years, we don’t know anything," a tribe mber raised his concern.

Thomas had already discussed this with Max yesterday. He smiled and said, "We will hunt more, stocking up enough dried at and pelts. In the winter, I will lead so tribe mbers to learn farming thods from the Ox-Head tribe."

To completely dispel everyone’s doubts, he continued, "We will select so people from the gathering team and the warriors to be in charge of farming. The rest will continue as before, responsible for gathering, patrolling, and hunting."

This ti, no one had any more objections.

Carrying Leo ho, Eric happily lifted the little one and spun him around a few tis. The first step had succeeded with unexpected ease, largely thanks to the simple nature of the Snow Wolf people.

He took out the crystal that Michael had just stuffed into his hand.

Held under the sunlight, it refracted seven-colored rays just like a large diamond, incredibly beautiful. This was the magic core from inside a demonic beast. It was said that only demonic beasts about to advance to the second tier or higher possessed them.

High-level magic cores were things one could only stumble upon by chance, not seek out. They were highly sought after by humans to inlay in weapons or to power magical arrays. Michael knew the pups in the tribe liked shiny stones, so he had specially found this for Eric.

Eric truly liked it. He fiddled with it in his hands, reluctant to put it down, before carefully storing it away.

He looked at the row of large fish on his wall and started to worry, not to ntion the mountain of demonic beast at in front of his house.

If left out in this early autumn weather, the at would surely spoil, and he didn’t have much crude salt for curing. After thinking it over, he decided to put extracting crude salt on his to-do list.

Eric attached a wooden handle to a fish scale, making a temporary scaling knife, which was much more convenient than using his claws. He filleted most of the at, sliced it into strips, and hung it to dry.

He rembered watching a video that taught how to render fat and then store at in pottery jars to preserve it for longer, but he didn’t plan on doing that.

First, he didn’t have many pottery jars, and second, he didn’t like overly greasy food. However, he planned to teach this thod to the tribe later, as not everyone preferred a light diet like him.

Day after day, if he wasn’t busy eating, he was on his way to cook, or gathering ingredients. The life of a primitive tribe was just that simple and unadorned.

As for the remaining bones and large fish, Eric realized he and Leo couldn’t finish it all. He decided it would be better to invite everyone over for a gathering tonight, as a way to repay their trust and help.

Eric went to Luci’s house to borrow two large pottery jars, and while there, he told them to co over for dinner after they finished their work.

When he got ho, he painstakingly broke the large bones and put them in a pottery jar to simr into a broth.

He had used up all the wild onions at ho. He let the bone broth simr on a low fire, mixed the remaining flour with so old starter to form a dough, and left it to rise. Then, he took Leo and went out to gather.