Eric couldn’t help but find it a little funny.
Why did every tribe send their mighty, combat-proficient warriors out to trade for food?
Warriors who loved and were passionate about learning to cook, like Sam, were extremely rare among beastman warriors. Letting warriors learn to make black bread was truly a disaster.
If Thomas had brought Sam or Jessica back then, someone would have surely succeeded.
Too bad, before he (Eric) arrived, no one had discovered their cooking talents. He was still very proud of this point.
Among beastmen, mighty and combat-proficient people were not hard to find; people who knew how to cook were. Thinking of the charred black meat everyone ate before he (Eric) arrived, if a piece were shared with a human, it might just lead to a homicide case.
"Michael, can you help me make a stone mill to grind tofu and flour? Look, there’s wheat here, and even soybeans!"
Eric happily scooped up a handful of soybeans, every single one plump, uniform, and golden yellow, calling Michael over to help.
Worthy of being grown by the Ox-Head tribe, much better than the miscellaneous wild beans they had gathered. These plump, uniform soybeans weren’t even an exaggeration to use as seeds.
Thinking of how they had only ever been chewed raw or boiled directly by these people who didn’t understand refinement, Eric felt heartbroken.
What a waste of Heaven’s gifts!
If it were purely for this evening’s dinner, it really wasn’t worth such trouble.
The reason Eric asked Michael to make the stone mill was that he also had his own calculations in mind.
For them to just abruptly come and ask the Ox-Head tribe for farming knowledge, even if the Ox-Head tribe was indeed kind-hearted and liked helping others, they couldn’t just blatantly take advantage of people.
The goods they prepared, besides animal skins as usual, Eric also brought along wine he had brewed himself.
But using these things to exchange for farming knowledge, Eric always felt a little guilty in his heart.
Moreover, the Ox-Head tribe was also a considerable power on the Illusory Dream Continent.
If he could build a good relationship with them, then the potential risks when their Snow Wolf tribe merged with the Dwarf tribe would be greatly reduced.
With the Ox-Head tribe stepping in to mediate, those other two powers wouldn’t go so far as to attack them over a small group of Dwarves.
But currently, Eric was truly very worried.
The merging of the Dwarves into their tribe was also partly his (Eric’s) contribution; even if he wasn’t the chieftain, he couldn’t just ignore this matter.
Since Eric arrived, everyone had helped him grind tofu quite a few times. As soon as Michael heard "stone mill," he knew immediately what young Eric wanted to do.
"No problem, I’ll go find stones right now."
After having their mouths spoiled by Eric and the communal kitchen, as soon as they heard a stone mill was about to be made, the accompanying warriors also enthusiastically volunteered, going with Michael to find stones of a suitable size.
Thomas and Joseph looked helplessly at this bunch of mischievous kids, only able to shake their heads and smile.
"Go on, all of you. Pay attention to safety." Thomas waved his hand, shooing them off.
The surroundings of the Red Grass tribe were all farmland; finding large stones would definitely require going far. It was good to have more people, and it was also an opportunity to burn off some of these little monkeys’ energy.
Max found a large basin and poured a whole bag of soybeans in to soak in water.
As soon as Eric opened his mouth to ask for a stone mill, Max already knew what he (Eric) intended to do.
The bag of soybeans the Ox-Head tribe prepared was not small. Tomorrow, they could make several hundred catties of tofu.
Eric saw that all the soybeans had been soaked, knowing Max had understood his intention. The corners of his (Eric’s) mouth lifted slightly, his eyes sparkling with joy as he looked at Max.
"Ahem, Thomas, what were you saying earlier about what we plan to plant next year? We Dwarves have never farmed either, but we know how to forge farming tools. Let’s the two of us discuss how many farming tools to prepare for next year."
Joseph couldn’t bear to watch the two young people smiling at each other; he felt his teeth would go sore from watching too much. He hurriedly turned to talk to Thomas, and the two went to another room to discuss business.
Hearing the two words "farming tools," Eric’s mind was also drawn over.
Speaking of farming tools, his (Eric’s) country in his previous life was a master in this field.
After all, throughout five thousand years of history, the people of his homeland had always valued fieldwork the most; their research and development of farming tools could be said to have reached its peak.
At this moment, he deeply regretted that his knowledge was too meager. If he were someone who studied auto repair, perhaps he could have told the Dwarves the principles of an engine.
If they could make harvesters, plows... farming would be so much less strenuous. Too bad he wasn’t that omnipotent.
However, when he got the chance, Eric planned to draw the shapes of all kinds of agricultural machinery he had seen onto paper, whether it was fertilizer spreaders, irrigation machines, or harvesters.
As for how the insides worked, never mind that, just let the Dwarves research it themselves. This place also had magic cores, a cheat energy source, even more environmentally friendly than gasoline in modern times.
What if they really researched and developed agricultural machinery powered by magic arrays and magic runes? Wouldn’t that also be great news?
After all, this world was inherently better at those things.
Speaking of magic cores, Eric suddenly remembered the huge bag of high-grade magic cores Max had given him.
He had originally intended to return it to Luci and Thomas for safekeeping the next day, but he was suddenly nominated as chieftain. This shock was too great, causing him to completely forget about the magic cores.
Eric really wanted to slap himself on the head. He felt that since coming here, his brain was insufficient; as long as he got busy, he would invariably forget one or two things.
He could only wait until after they returned to give it back to Luci’s family. He remembered the magic cores were still hidden in the corner of his bedroom; everyone also wouldn’t randomly touch his things.
The happy mood from just now was broken. Eric let out a sigh and started working.
He furtively glanced at Max with resentful eyes. Max was confused by his (Eric’s) look, not knowing what he had done wrong.
The luggage they brought from the tribe was piled up at the base of the wall outside the house.
Because inside there were not only items for exchange, but also things needed on the road, it couldn’t all fit inside the house.
The life of beastmen was very simple; there was no concept of theft.
Everyone’s goods were laid out outside casually, so the streets near their place were half-occupied.