I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 373: Sowing Seeds of Hope

Rice and food were divided into each ceramic bowl; each person received two buns as big as a fist, and if not enough, they could go get more themselves.

Aside from the Dwarves, the ceramic bowls used by the beastmen in the tribe were as big as human basins.

Small ceramic bowls were not numerous, so for the time being, the slaves also used the large bowls of the beastmen. Even for the biggest eater, eating half a bowl was enough.

Over at the brick kiln, the only person who knew how to mold pottery was Eric. He worked quite slowly alone and had to mold for several days to finish the utensils for the humans.

Wait until they were dry before they could be taken to fire; for now, let these people use the temporary ones.

But he had brought Hieu and Vien along, instructing each of them to find a few skillful clansmen to learn how to mold raw pottery.

Beastmen now mainly used pottery and had gradually phased out stone tools. But pottery had pros and cons; the downside was that it was too fragile.

The pottery they exchanged from humans was basically of not very good quality, not durable, especially the ceramic jars for cooking meat soup which often cracked.

The wealth level of a tribe could usually be seen from the quantity of pottery the tribe possessed. Now that Eric was directly teaching them the method of making pottery, the selected beastmen learned very seriously.

Moreover, the pottery fired by the Hadu tribe was not the common reddish-brown type, but a dark yellow with glaze, possessing a glossy surface, and was more heat-resistant than the pottery exchanged from the Human race.

These small beastmen cherished this opportunity very much, only wanting to stay at the kiln day and night to research how to mold better raw pottery products.

The human slaves naturally wouldn’t complain about the ceramic bowls being too large. They even sincerely thanked the beastmen for being willing to use such large bowls to hold rice for them.

It must be known that previously, how could they have eaten such hot, delicious dishes, let alone brand new bowls of such capacity?

Slaves didn’t have many requirements; as long as there was food to eat and they weren’t hungry, it was already an extremely good thing for them. Let alone now, eating their fill and living well, and not being beaten every day.

Although the beastmen still looked very scary, compared to the stewards at the noble manors before, they were much better; there was no longer the worry of being followed by someone with a whip picking faults.

The newly arrived human slaves worked quickly and diligently.

The beastmen who started working in the breeding farm, seeing that humans were all so diligent, also put in their best effort. For a while, the construction speed of the farm was also faster.

The rabbit hutches that were built were clean every day.

The chicken coops and duck sheds hadn’t been finished yet, but the temporary cages were cleaned very cleanly every day, with almost no droppings.

Don’t look at rabbits looking cute and think they are easy to raise; just be a little lazy and there will be a bad smell. Now the number of rabbits in the farm was several hundred, including those that bred naturally and those newly caught.

Some mother rabbits were pregnant again; perhaps it wouldn’t be long before the number of rabbits in the hutch would double. The canteen had started using rabbits as ingredients, unlike in the beginning when they let them breed and couldn’t bear to eat them.

The reproduction speed of chickens and ducks was not as fast as rabbits, but chicks and ducklings had also been born. Unfertilized chicken and duck eggs formed a big pile every day; the canteen no longer feared having no eggs to cook.

Seeing that everything in the breeding farm was heading in a good direction, the clansmen also saw good signals and all began to voluntarily catch wild rabbits and other creatures alive when going out.

The sky was clear blue, not a cloud in sight, and the temperature had started to rise; summer was coming.

Eric held a large leaf over his head as a parasol.

The sun shone scorchingly; fortunately, he was now a Snow Wolf, so his body only sweated a little. If he were a human staying out in the sun for this long, his skin would definitely peel.

Observing for a while, he discovered that among the human slaves, there were a few skillful ones. They had woven grass mats themselves to place on top of the animal skins, making sleep more comfortable.

He planned to take time to teach them how to weave conical hats and raincoats, which could provide shade from the sun and cover from the rain.

The height of beastman cubs was equivalent to humans, so the slaves’ fear of Eric was not equal to that of other beastmen. Therefore, these days he would occasionally go over to see their living situation.

Whether it was the cow-herding slaves or the cotton-planting slaves, they all adapted quite well to the current life, and everyone’s complexion looked much rosier.

It was just that the slaves at the breeding farm were luckier; when they arrived, the breeding farm was under construction, so they could live in brick and tile houses. The slaves who knew how to plant cotton could only temporarily stay in tents; if they wanted to live in brick houses, they had to wait a while longer.

Firstly, fired bricks were not enough; secondly, the tribe recently had to rush to plant cotton, and the paper factory and breeding farm were also very busy every day, so manpower couldn’t be mobilized temporarily.

Several thousand mu of land for planting cotton - subtracting the beastmen working in the factories and canteen, the remaining six hundred beastmen planting so many acres was not a light task.

Moreover, before planting, cotton seeds had to be screened once to remove broken seeds first.

This was also a meticulous job. Although he pitied the human slaves, he didn’t trust them much, so he had a Cat beastman lead a few people to check.

The quality of Henry’s cotton seeds was indeed top-notch; basically, they were all very plump, without many empty or broken seeds.

The tribe’s remaining arable land was quite far away. The plots near here were basically fully planted with other crops. Besides rushing to plant cotton, other crops that had sprouted needed to be thinned under the guidance of the Ox-Head tribe.

When sowing, to ensure the survival rate, quite a few seeds were sown in each spot, so when they sprouted, it was unavoidable that they grew too thick; if left alone, it would affect the plant’s development.

For planting cotton this time, the Ox-Head tribe couldn’t help much because they hadn’t planted it either.

The people leading the way had changed to dozens of slaves specialized in planting cotton.

Surrounded by so many beastmen watching their work process, the slaves trembled with every step, afraid of making a mistake.

"So cotton seeds look like this." Sunflower toyed with the seeds still sticking to a few cotton fibers in his hand with interest.

That’s right, the Tiger tribe came to help with farming again.

Actually, this time only several thousand mu of cotton were planted, unlike last time when potatoes, wheat, sorghum, peanuts, and corn were planted simultaneously on tens of thousands of mu, almost exhausting the clansmen.

With this amount of seeds, in the hands of beastmen, it wouldn’t take a few days to finish planting.

Eric smiled; coincidentally, when the cotton seeds arrived, Sunflower and other Tiger tribe people were here, so it couldn’t be hidden:

"If we plant successfully, we can sell to you a bit cheaper."

Looking at the cotton seeds in his hand, Sunflower’s eyes became full of hidden meaning.

After a long time, he sighed softly, his eyes also dimming.

He knew clearly in his heart that even if the kingdom had cotton seeds, in the eyes of those in power, it could never make money as fast as selling beastman slaves.

As one of the six great generals, Sunflower understood better than any beastman that the kingdom was now terminally ill. Even if he brought back identical cotton seeds, they wouldn’t be valued.

Placing the seed into the soil, he also gave up the idea of asking for cotton seeds from the Hadu tribe.

Eric looked at his attitude, and his heart also relaxed.

At least now the Tiger tribe wouldn’t covet these cotton seeds, and later if the cotton had a bumper harvest...

He also didn’t dare guarantee whether the kingdom would spy on it or not.

Large cotton planting areas couldn’t be hidden; after the cotton matured, it would be a vast expanse of white, visible from afar. It seemed he still had to think of a way to avoid being spied on.

Tall trees catch the wind; the rapid development of the Hadu tribe would bring such troubles, but maintaining the life of before forever wasn’t a solution either.

These were all things Eric had visualized before.

He used the wisdom learned from the modern world to help beastmen develop, but at the same time, it was easy to be spied on by various parties.

Currently, the tribe could temporarily ensure safety.

Wait until later when the tribe developed more stably; it would be even easier to invite disaster, so military force must also find a way to keep up.