I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 389: Drunk on the Aroma of Liquor

Today was rarely not scorching sun; thick clouds covered the sun, very suitable for distilling liquor, and a light breeze blew past, blowing away a bit of the heat.

Standing close, Eric’s forehead was already beaded with sweat. Just then, Arthur handed over a handkerchief, and he took it casually to wipe his sweat.

"Since when were you so fancy, carrying a handkerchief with you?" He wiped his sweat while feeling strange, looking at the handkerchief, unexpectedly realizing it was top-quality rmaid silk.

Having experienced the pumpkin soup incident with Evan, he imdiately went on high alert. He walked a circle around Arthur; could this guy also have a spatial inventory? He wasn’t carrying anything on him either.

Since there were many keen-eared and sharp-eyed tribesn around, Eric swallowed the question in his heart.

He also didn’t know how much Arthur had recovered. Judging by his recent performance, even if not fully recovered, he had at least recovered more than half.

When he completely lost his mory, Arthur was like a child in the body of a teenager. Ever since Eric unilaterally started a "cold war" for a few days, he seed to have recovered a lot, and his behavior was no longer as willful as before.

He would ask when they were in private. A strange handkerchief like this suddenly appearing on this dragon, which he had never seen before.

Arthur was rescued by Eric from a trap. Apart from a set of clothes of top-quality craftsmanship and material, he had nothing on him, only a few chicken feathers.

The commotion caused by this distillation was huge. Apart from the seeds left behind, all the sorghum exchanged from the Red Grass tribe had been used to brew liquor, and now fragrant liquor filled jar after jar.

The beastn watching and helping had inhaled too much alcohol vapor without realizing it, and everyone’s faces were flushed red.

The situation of the Hadu tribe beastn was slightly better. They had drunk quite a few types of liquor brewed by Eric, and their alcohol tolerance was much stronger compared to the beginning when one cup would knock them out.

Other beastn couldn’t handle it sowhat. Those beastn with small physiques, visible to the naked eye, began to have unfocused gazes; their whole bodies felt light and floating, walking as if on clouds.

The Snow Wolves of Karin’s tribe and Queen’s tribe had never experienced the "torture" of white liquor either; at this mont, they were only slightly better than the small beastn. Galvin was no exception, shaking his head vigorously.

The situation of Queen’s tribe was very special; the sharp decline in population made survival a problem, and they had absolutely no surplus funds to exchange for liquor. The tribesn were several degrees drunk just by slling the liquor.

Even for slightly wealthier beastman tribes, most of the liquor exchanged from human rchant groups was cheap stuff; not only was the color turbid and unbearable, but the taste was mainly sour and bitter, completely incomparable to the white liquor before their eyes.

The beastn of the Golden Kingdom fought with the Elves for territory to establish a nation back then partly because beastn lived too poorly. Clearly possessing strong bodies and beast origin power, yet living a dirt-poor life - who would be reconciled to that?

Unfortunately, they didn’t have the god-given conditions of the Elves, nor the creativity of humans. Even though the beastn, led by the Golden Lions and Tigers, established a kingdom, the main financial source was still the shares and taxes paid by human rchant groups every year.

In recent years, the Beast King had beco accustod to a life of enjoynt, but such a large kingdom required consuming countless money to operate smoothly. The Beast King didn’t want to return to the impoverished days of the past, hence the idea of trading beastman slaves arose.

Sunflower’s mood was so complicated he couldn’t even unravel it himself. His alcohol tolerance was good, not to the point of getting drunk from the rich aroma in the air. But precisely because of this, having drunk countless fine wines, he understood the value of this liquor clearly.

The kingdom had hundreds of thousands of beastn; why wasn’t there such a talent? Looking at the kingdom, it seed prosperous on the outside, but the inside had long been rotten. Sunflower felt extrely unreconciled in his heart.

If Eric were a person of the kingdom, then the kingdom wouldn’t need to sell its own kin to have enough gold coins.

In a short period, countless thoughts swirled in Sunflower’s heart; finally thinking of the current Beast King, he could only sigh deeply.

The Hadu tribe was just a small tribe; even the Red Grass tribe of the Ox-Heads was actually not placed in the kingdom’s eyes.

Sunflower had been a general for so many years, and was the youngest Great General of the Tiger tribe; he also had his own pride. Put in the past, he basically wouldn’t have regarded such a small tribe highly.

But it was precisely such a small existence where the beastn and Dwarves living within were so happy.

Yes, it was happiness. That appearance full of smiles and hope, acting for the tribe with everyone’s hearts connected together - during the ti the Tiger tribe was here, Sunflower saw it on everyone’s faces almost every day.

What made him most unreconciled was that the beastman races here were also complex, yet there were no barriers. Whether carnivorous or herbivorous, and even including Dwarves, they lived together so harmoniously.

Even those small beastn they brought; clearly because of the kingdom’s actions, their hearts were full of vigilance, but within a short month, they had accepted life in the Hadu tribe.

What kind of magic was here, exactly? Sunflower looked at his companions beside him; unbeknownst to when, they had been attracted - it wasn’t just the small beastn.

The white liquor produced was more than imagined. Eric made a rough calculation of the amount of white liquor needed to trade with Sunflower and Corbin; subtracting this amount, his tribe unexpectedly had over two hundred catties left - truly a pleasant surprise.

But dividing this little liquor among each tribesman wouldn’t amount to much. Eric handed it to Sam to distribute to those who wanted to drink; perhaps each person would only get a few taels.

Wait until the second distillation of sorghum liquor; then everyone could drink to their heart’s content.

Moreover, in the tribe’s territory, there were already many fruit trees and bushes bearing fruit. At that ti, choose a few delicious types to try brewing other fruit wines, and he could also use white liquor and wild fruits to infuse fruit liquor.

Eric had made passion fruit wine and mulberry wine following videos before. In his mory, passion fruit wine tasted the best, sadly there was no passion fruit here.

Right, infusing fruit wine was best using rock sugar; should he make so rock sugar...

The second ferntation white liquor hadn’t co out yet, and Eric had already started associating it with infusing fruit wine.

He couldn’t be blad for his thoughts wandering. Mainly because the white liquor distilled after the second ferntation didn’t have as high an alcohol content, making it very suitable for making infused fruit wine - sweet, fragrant, and not easily intoxicating.

Eric finally had ti to look at the beastn around him, only to see the beastn standing several ters further away compared to the beginning. Many beastn were flushed red from being smoked by the strong sll of liquor in the square.

Hahaha, it turns out beastn’s alcohol tolerance can also be this poor. Eric had trained himself; standing so close, he wasn’t drunk.

The most important step of distilling liquor was completed; the remaining cleanup work was handed over to the tribesn.

These past few days, the Tiger tribe had clearly begun to show unease. Even having delicious food from the canteen every day couldn’t soothe their emotions.

Eric found Sunflower and went to the side to negotiate.

Arriving at a secluded place, he took out a small bottle of white liquor he had just kept back from his pocket, letting Sunflower taste it first so it would be easier to negotiate the price later.