I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 7: Everyone is a Poor Household

Max, standing to the side, sneered.

He didn’t care what Eric’s intentions were, but if Eric went back to ignoring Leo like before, Max would no longer listen to his mother’s advice.

The young of the beastn were all precious, even a cub from the Golden Lion Tribe.

Eric couldn’t be bothered with what they were thinking. Beastn weren’t afraid of ghosts and demons like humans; they were all realists, and moreover, very tolerant of their own tribesn. They wouldn’t put him on a pyre just because they discovered his personality had changed.

Besides, Max had always treated him coldly. Everyone would probably just assu he had finally seen the light and given up.

Returning ho, he stacked the damp logs he had carried back into a skin-covered shed built against the wall, ant for storing firewood, waiting for better weather to dry them out.

He placed the at on the ground and, imitating Max and the others, transford his hands into sharp claws. He sliced the piece of at, which weighed over 50 kilograms, into thin strips. Then, he used small but tough vines to string them together and hang them outside to dry.

The coarse salt of the Beastman Tribe was truly too scarce, barely enough for consumption with none to spare. Using it to cure at ant he could only make dried at. Without salt, marinating for too long would cause a foul sll, but it was still better than starving when there was no food. Dried at could also be preserved for a very long ti.

Leo silently helped him string the at by his side.

When Eric was in the modern world, his parents had divorced and started new families.

Although he had relatives, it was as if he had none. It had been a long ti since he had experienced the feeling of family affection. He never expected to gain a family mber in another world, and one who was so obedient and well-behaved.

He used a clean hand to ruffle Leo’s hair.

Alright, even though there was no toilet paper here, no phone, and certainly no ani world that he loved, not even a toilet, he now had Leo. He also got to see magical beasts and beastn, and in the future, he might et the Elf Tribe, the Dwarf Tribe, various mages, and alchemists. Just thinking about it made him incredibly excited. As a dedicated hermit, he really couldn’t refuse.

After hanging the at to dry, Eric went outside to get a few dry logs, chopped them into small pieces, and lit them. When the wood was half-burnt, he took a pile of rain-soaked straw and smothered the fire, letting it slowly extinguish. The harsh conditions ant the charcoal produced was a bit inferior to modern charcoal, but his requirents weren’t high; as long as it was usable, it was fine.

He suddenly rembered that to make activated charcoal, he also needed vinegar or lemon juice, but he had neither right now. Sigh, ever since coming to this world, everything had to be started from scratch.

The Snow Wolf Tribe probably didn’t have lemons; there were none in the original owner’s mory. He wondered if the Elf Tribe had any, but he couldn’t go trade with the Elf Tribe right now.

Then he could only make vinegar himself. Vinegar could be brewed from grains or fruits, but first, he needed yeast. Eric rembered the thod of making yeast from Vietnase coriander. He would try to find so when he followed the tribe’s gathering team out for food; he was confident he could find it.

He rembered from his childhood in the countryside that this type of grass grew on both sides of the road or along the banks of small rivers; it was quite common.

Besides Vietnase coriander, he also needed sticky rice and wheat bran. He rembered the chieftain had these two types of grain, which seed to have been traded from the Ox-Head Tribe. He could go and ask the chieftain for so first.

He had once seen his grandfather make yeast and brew wine. Later, he had read about it many tis in various farming novels. Brewing vinegar should be possible. Besides, after making the yeast, he could also brew wine, which could be traded with people from other tribes.

In the original owner’s mory, many markets were held here every year. The largest was the Spring Market, organized by the Ox-Head Tribe every spring. All tribes would send people to participate, and many individuals from other races would also co to exchange for things they needed.

If he could brew wine by then, he could go to the Spring Market to trade with the Dwarf Tribe for so ore and tools. Dwarves loved to drink the most.

If he could get so coal, he could build an earthen kiln to fire his own pottery and tiles. If he was lucky enough to trade for so listone, he could even try to make cent.

Of course, the best plan for the near future was to follow the tribe’s gathering team out every day to see if there were any usable ores around their tribe.

These things had to be done slowly. For now, Eric used the only ceramic jar in the house to soak that handful of beans.

Half a catty of beans could make about two to three catties of tofu. The amount of beans in the house was about half a catty, all of which had been gathered by the original owner before.

The people in the tribe rarely ate this stuff, usually only when food was scarce in winter, and the original owner was no exception.

The Snow Wolf Tribe did not practice agriculture; the soybeans all grew wild. Occasionally, they would also pick so black beans.

When Eric went out to gather firewood, he had observed the surroundings. The vegetation was lush and the soil was fertile. It was too much of a waste not to farm!

It was already autumn now. At next year’s Spring Market, he must find a way to trade for so seeds with the Ox-Head Tribe.

Although the Snow Wolf Tribe did not lack prey outside of winter, they also consud a lot of food. When their luck was bad and they hunted little prey, they would also go hungry, let alone in winter, when they could only rely on their stored dried at and dried vegetables gathered by the beastn in charge of gathering to fill their stomachs.

Even in winter, these big-bellied, hearty-eating beastn dared not revert to their beast forms, trying to use their human forms to reduce food intake. Apart from hunting and patrolling, other beastn tried to limit their outdoor activities, also to reduce energy consumption.

Besides, when people are alive, they should find ways to improve their standard of living. With the quality of life of the Snow Wolf Tribe, even poor households in the modern era would shed tears.

Everyone here was a poor household receiving governnt aid.