I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 480: Snow Wolf Tribes Converge

Establishing a textile factory wasn’t sothing that could be done overnight; this period of ti was enough for the cafeteria to expand its manpower.

There were so many jobs in the tribe now, but working in the cafeteria was still the most popular.

The beastn had eaten terrible food for so many years. Suddenly getting to eat dishes of all varieties and flavors in the cafeteria, and since most of the cafeteria staff were beastn, they were naturally curious.

For foodies, delicious food being born in their own hands was a mont happier than eating it.

One had to know that the cafeteria played a huge role in the Hadu tribe recruiting so many beastn.

But Eric also had to consider Jessica’s thoughts. Coincidentally, everyone was making quilts, making felt, and spinning yarn in the square, and Jessica was no exception.

He temporarily put aside the work at hand and ran to Jessica’s side.

A group of older won were gathered together, chatting while working. Seeing him, everyone revealed kind and affectionate gazes.

Eric smiled at these friendly aunts, among whom were people from the Karin and Queen tribes, as well as won of the small beastn. It seed that chatting and gossip were the biggest reasons for won to bond; they integrated much faster than the warriors.

"Aunt Jessica, I plan to build another textile factory for the tribe. In the future, the population will increase, and there will be more and more wool yarn, cotton yarn, and cotton cloth. The demand will also be large. Just like cent and glass, building a new factory workshop will provide enough supply. But a manager is hard to find. Does Aunt Jessica want to do it? Your skills are the best in the tribe."

In front of close people, Eric spoke with the tone of a child.

Jessica was first surprised, then hesitated for a while, stamring: "But the cafeteria is already too busy. If I leave, it definitely won’t work."

"I’ve already thought about it. The cafeteria will have to expand sooner or later, not just building more, but also increasing manpower. Otherwise, as more tribesn join later, it will only get busier." Eric patted his chest, answering confidently.

Put that way, Jessica’s worry decreased a lot. It was just that she still lacked so confidence. The Black Rock tribe previously only had over a hundred people; she hadn’t made that much wool yarn or cotton cloth, so she was afraid she couldn’t handle it.

Moreover, spinning wool yarn and knitting sweaters and pants were easy, but the cotton growing in the fields, according to Eric, would also be processed into cotton cloth in the textile factory. She didn’t know how to do that. If she didn’t know how to do it herself, how could she be a manager and lead others?

"But I’ve never touched cotton. Like that, I can’t process it either." Jessica said hesitantly.

Eric smiled:

"I know. Coincidentally, we aren’t busy now. We can ask the Dwarves to make a few cotton ginning machines to remove seeds. The process of spinning yarn is similar to wool yarn. Plus, after fluffing the cotton with a bowstring, making it into cotton quilts is very comfortable. We can use them in winter."

Speaking of cotton quilts, Jessica knew about them. Dwarves lived more comfortably than beastn; their families had cotton quilts exchanged from human rchant groups. She had seen one when visiting a female Dwarf’s ho and had even exclaid over the softness of the cotton quilt.

Hearing Eric say he knew how to process cotton, Jessica didn’t find it strange. After all, Eric knew many strange skills. She didn’t know how his brain grew to be so smart.

With him saying so, Jessica breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes revealing a look of anticipation. Manager of a textile factory...

She liked doing handicrafts, whether making wooden tables and chairs or sewing clothes. If there was a chance to do the work she loved, Jessica naturally felt happy.

Seeing her agree, Eric couldn’t help but smile until his eyes curved. The cotton yield this year was visibly substantial; every cotton boll was as big as a head.

He had asked Henry. The cotton in the human kingdom was at most the size of a fist; it was impossible to see a cotton plant growing amazingly like this.

The soil of the Fantasy Dream Continent was fertile, plus there were no pests and sufficient fertilizer. Every cotton petal was very plump, pure white like clouds in the sky.

With such astonishing yield, they could certainly make a lot of cotton cloth and cotton quilts. This ti, the tribesn didn’t have to scrimp and save, reluctant to wear cotton clothes anymore. Moreover, looking at this yield, his tribe couldn’t possibly consu it all.

Cotton cloth wasn’t food. Beastn used it just like humans, for nothing other than clothes and bedding. Surely they wouldn’t sew clothes for their giant beast forms.

Thus, the remaining amount was indeed not small; it could completely be taken out for trade.

It was a pity that the Halun rchant group, perhaps scared by Arthur, traded and left very quickly. Otherwise, they could have tried to sell a batch back to them.

From consur to wholesaler, the Hadu tribe could be considered to have turned the tables this ti.

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Before winter set in, over ten Snow Wolf tribes, after listening to the descriptions of life there from warriors who returned from the Hadu tribe, and after their patriarchs thought it over carefully, finally still led their tribesn on the road to the Hadu tribe.

If this had happened a few years earlier, they wouldn’t have been determined to lead the whole tribe to join the Hadu tribe.

These past few years, the Golden Kingdom constantly made strange moves. No one knew when the butcher’s knife would fall; the Snow Wolf people didn’t want to beco slaves.

Moreover, like Thomas (Hắc Nham) before, practically every patriarch had the intention to change the status quo. For thousands of years, beastn had lived simply, but was that really right? How many tribes lost tribesn because they had no food in winter, leaving cubs alone in hunger and cold?

Possessing great power yet living such miserable lives - how could they be resigned to this?

The Golden Lion tribe led the Tiger tribe and Leopard tribe along with so small beastn to establish the Golden Kingdom. The Snow Wolf people had also once trusted the other party, wanting to build a sky for beastn together so that tribesn could live better.

But in the end, it was betrayal, losing countless talented warriors.

Currently, life was difficult, plus the Golden Kingdom was covetous; these tribes were gloomy every day. When Thomas and the others arrived, they were moved and sent warriors to the Hadu tribe to investigate.

Their own warriors returned with rosy faces. Days of travel didn’t affect their mood as they eagerly recounted what they had seen and heard at the Hadu tribe to their tribesn.

They also took out a lot of sweet potatoes, potatoes, peanuts, and so unknown foods, sharing them excitedly.

From the warriors’ accounts, the Snow Wolf people seed to see with their own eyes a tribe made up of many different races.

They were self-reliant, learning farming from the Ox-Head tribe, and were pioneers in raising magic beasts for food. Beastn and Dwarves there could all wear cotton clothes and live in clean, tidy brick houses, which were even more comfortable than stone houses.

In winter, they weren’t easily crushed by snow; in sumr, there were no leaks, and they had warm heated beds.

Although these warriors spent most of their ti in the fields harvesting crops and only saw the appearance of the tribe at the end, making their accounts not entirely accurate, it was enough for their tribesn to dream.

The Snow Wolf people and patriarchs couldn’t help but believe the words of their own warriors. Thinking over and over, they finally made up their minds to lead their tribesn and their ager assets on the road to the Hadu tribe.

Even if not for themselves, just for the sake of the cubs in the tribe - if their cubs could be like the cubs of the Hadu tribe, eating well, dressing warmly, and even having candy to eat, that was enough.

Beastn risked their lives to take root in the Fantasy Dream Continent - wasn’t it to maintain their lineage, so that tribesn could live better and better, and there would be more and more cubs?

The living environnt of the Hadu tribe was so superior. With cubs living happily, there would definitely be more cubs born in the future.