Smelling the food, the Snow Wolves plowing in front immediately cheered loudly, calling out to the Horned Goat people to unload their farming tools together and run over to eat.
Afraid of dust getting into the food, the tribesmen spontaneously slowed down as they approached.
Eric helped distribute the food. There were only over a hundred beastmen eating in the fields, so in no time, everyone had a portion of hot rice. He also held a bowl of mung bean soup and a few meat buns and started eating.
The beastmen sat around on simple wooden planks. Everyone’s face showed fatigue, but their eyes shone with satisfied smiles.
When a group of people worked together with a single heart for a better life, no matter how hard or tired they were, their hearts were filled with satisfaction.
Especially with the successful example of the Ox-Head tribe ahead, everyone gave their all to plow the fields so that the Hadu tribe could also become self-sufficient like them in the future.
Max, Sam, Kevin, Michael, and Grass sat with Eric as usual.
Arthur also did quite a bit of work. Seeing Evan approaching not far away and remembering Eric’s warning, his movement to go over and sit down paused. With a scowl, he moved to another side.
Tang happened to be on that wooden plank. Seeing Arthur come over, he laughed heartily and patted his shoulder:
"You ordinary person are really strong, plowing even more vigorously than me. I’m exhausted, but you still look full of energy."
This month, Arthur had been pulling the giant plow used by the Snow Wolves to turn the soil, his strength astonishing people.
Not only that, but every day when other beastmen were exhausted and lying on the ridges panting, he still had the energy to run after Eric demanding food...
Phong turned his head to look at Evan, who was sitting next to his son:
"That person isn’t simple either. The nature magic he cast is not weak at all. Those vines stabbed into the ground, and when they rose, they not only turned the soil but also flung all kinds of impurities out. Look, his clothes don’t even have a speck of mud."
Arthur stared unconvinced at Evan’s back, angrily devouring his food, wishing he could bite that hateful Evan in his mouth.
Eric, often caught in the middle, quietly sipped his sweet soup. It was only early spring now, and the ice on the river hadn’t fully melted yet. Working at noon was already this tiring; if they had to wade through fields in a few months, it would definitely be even more uncomfortable.
If only there were Coke or cold beer. While eating, Eric bit his chopsticks and imagined: in the sweltering summer, having a glass of cold drink, adding a few ice cubes, shaking it, and chugging it in one go - how refreshing that would be...
Moreover, they had to be square ice cubes, served in a transparent glass cup. Just thinking about it made Eric start to crave.
A "clink" sound rang out, snapping Eric out of his fantasy. He saw Max, Michael, and the others looking at him with puzzled eyes; even Evan was no exception.
What’s wrong? Did I get rice on my nose? Eric suspiciously touched his nose and face in secret; it wasn’t dirty.
Max pointed at his bowl: "Just now, it suddenly appeared and fell into your bowl."
Eric looked down at the mung bean soup in his hand, only to see several... square ice cubes faintly floating in the pale green soup.
He looked up in astonishment, mechanically turning his neck to look at Evan. Evan was the expert in this area.
"That’s right, you just used ice magic." Evan nodded in affirmation, a hint of doubt appearing between his handsome brows: "It’s just that this shape is unlike any ice magic I’ve ever seen..."
Of course, this was the shape of ice cubes that only an ice maker could produce. Which mage here would be idle enough to research square ice magic? To put ice in the enemy’s wine glass?
Eric tasted a sip of the mung bean soup. Hmm, the cool taste was better.
"Why do I suddenly know how to use ice magic? That’s strange."
Evan was a bit speechless: "Just now you were very focused; so you were thinking about this. This situation is somewhat similar to meditation; some mages trigger magic power suddenly during such moments."
So he craved food so much that he got too immersed, thus suddenly triggering ice magic. Eric couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed; so this was the potential of a foodie.
"Young Eric knows how to use ice magic now. Quick, give me some; I’m sweating from the heat." Michael laughed and held his bowl out in front of Eric.
Grass and the others also started eating again. The surprise about Eric learning a new type of magic only lasted a few seconds before everyone went back to their own business.
"Watch out for a stomachache, Michael," Eric grumbled but still put a few ice cubes into Michael’s bowl.
It was only early spring. If an ordinary person sweated in this weather and then ate something cold, they would definitely get a stomachache. Only beastmen with bodies like bronze and iron wouldn’t fear such things.
The weather here was a bit colder than Eric’s hometown. It was only just above zero degrees now, and by night, a thin layer of ice still formed on the water outdoors.
But this temperature was considered warm for the tribesmen. Eric looked around; many beastmen had their shirts open, a thin layer of sweat running down their necks onto their solid bronze chests...
Just as he was about to swallow his saliva, his vision suddenly went dark.
Eric pulled down the hand covering his eyes. Just as he was about to get angry, he followed the hand to its owner, only to see Max looking at him with an expression that was both helpless and dark.
Eric felt like he had been electrocuted. He hurriedly put Max’s hand back, pretending to focus on eating quickly.
Sam and Kevin, seeing this, giggled endlessly.
Grass and Michael’s eyes were also full of laughter. Afraid Eric would be embarrassed, Grass gave the two laughing uncontrollably a slap on the back of the head each, silencing them.
Evan looked puzzled, his usually gentle eyebrows seeming a bit cold at this moment.
"Young Eric, look who’s here?"
At this moment, Thomas led the two Ox-Head men over, patted Eric on the shoulder from behind, and laughed heartily.
It happened to be time for the Hadu tribe to eat. Balu’s eyes uncontrollably glued themselves to the round white buns. While greeting Eric, his eyes still couldn’t completely tear away.
Kiet was no exception. He stared intently at the food in the hands of the Snow Wolves and Horned Goat people, and the buns being devoured. His ox mouth twitched slightly, and glistening clear saliva hung from the corner of his mouth:
"Little Patriarch, we have arrived."
The reaction of the two was really funny. Eric didn’t tease them; he stood up and brought the remaining rice portions to the two.
"We didn’t know you guys were coming today. Fortunately, the Dwarves make a bit extra every day as a precaution. You guys eat something to fill your stomachs first."
The two Ox-Head men didn’t stand on ceremony. They decisively reached out to grab the buns, not caring if the dirt on their hands from trekking over mountains and rivers would get into their mouths.
The corner of Eric’s mouth twitched. Wouldn’t grabbing buns with these hands leave black handprints?
He hurriedly stopped their movements and summoned two water balls to envelop their hands.
"Be careful not to eat something bad for your stomach."