I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 393: Busy Planting

Clearly, this gift from Eric suited the master and apprentice perfectly.

Old Jack had his disciple accept the gift, then affectionately patted Eric on the shoulder:

"I really didn’t expect to meet a beastman with such talent as you on the Illusion Continent. If you were human, I would definitely take you as a disciple."

In the Imperial Capital, countless people racked their brains to become his disciple, but Old Jack’s requirements for accepting apprentices were very strict. To date, there were only four, completely different from other high-level chefs who often opened their doors wide to disciples.

If others heard these words of his, they would understand just how great a compliment and recognition this was.

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Seeing off the Halun merchant caravan, the Hadu tribe could be said to have filled their warehouses. The most important spices had also been replenished. Before this, the salt in the canteen had been used up, and meat dishes recently had to rely on wild onions to remove the fishy smell.

Eric also exchanged for a lot of cotton cloth, also the undyed type.

Although he exchanged white wine for a lot of gold coins this time, he was used to being thrifty. Dyed cotton cloth was more than ten times more expensive than pure white cotton cloth; he felt it wasn’t worth it.

Weren’t the tribesmen fond of drawing pictures on their clothes recently? This was perfect; just let them express themselves freely. And so, Eric found a dignified reason for his stinginess.

Although he now grasped the method of refining salt, to deceive others’ eyes, Eric still exchanged some salt with the merchant caravan, just in much smaller quantities than in previous years.

Young Master Henry had also followed him to the Hadu tribe, moving into a house that had just been finished.

To evade capture, Henry didn’t bring any servants.

The courtyard was built by Bruno, and after Joseph returned, he renovated it again. Although it couldn’t be called magnificent, staying there was definitely very comfortable.

At least the heated bed and the restroom were things absent in human society, especially the restroom - clean and hygienic.

He didn’t know what humans here were like, but Eric remembered that in the West in his previous life, the streets were full of feces, and people didn’t pay attention to hygiene. There was even a time when not bathing was a trend, rumored to be to avoid harassment by demons...

Regarding this, Eric had nothing to say. Let alone demons, with such a stench, who would dare come close to harass them?

This was a Western fantasy world, so it probably wasn’t to that extent, but compared to the comfortable environment Eric had enjoyed, it was still far behind.

He didn’t know about other nobles, but Henry was a young man who perfectly fit noble etiquette, held no discrimination against beastmen, and showed no disgust for life here.

It wasn’t a pretentious appearance.

Eric could feel that this person was truly very relaxed. Whether coming to the beastman tribe or staying in the room Eric prepared, he adapted very well and even politely thanked him.

Essentially, Eric was still a human, so he had a fairly good impression of Henry. At least at a glance, one could see this person wouldn’t cause trouble.

The Halun merchant caravan left, and a few days later, Sunflower and the others also left carrying several large jars of white wine. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Before leaving, those Tiger tribe warriors came to the canteen to eat a hearty meal, looking as if it were their last meal.

Seeing them like that, Eric found it both funny and sad. He joined Sam and the others to make a lot of buns and baked cakes for Sunflower to eat on the road.

As for the salted duck eggs, the previous batch had been given to Max to take away, and the new batch wasn’t ready to eat yet.

Thinking about Sunflower being willing to cover for the Hadu tribe, Eric used the newly made bean paste to cook some meat sauce for them to take along.

After the Tiger tribe warriors left, the atmosphere in the tribe became much more harmonious. Who asked them to be members of the Golden Kingdom? Other beastmen had ancestral feuds with that kingdom; not fighting was already very lucky.

The Hadu tribe began their busy but orderly life again.

The small groups assigned during planting were kept. With Balu and Kiet in charge of assignment, over a dozen small groups went to the fields every day to weed, catch worms, and care for the crops meticulously.

After Evan left, Eric didn’t go to the distant mountain range to practice magic anymore. He chose to go to the fields to practice, taking the opportunity to cast nature magic on different crops to train his mana.

The newly planted cotton was the primary object of his care. About six thousand acres of cotton, under the careful care of the beastmen and the nourishment of nature magic, had almost all sprouted after just over ten days.

Farming naturally couldn’t rely too much on magic; the most important thing was fertilizing.

No matter the crop, it consumed the soil’s fertility greatly. If fertilizer wasn’t applied, after planting for two years, the land would need to rest for a few years before it could be cultivated again.

Modern times didn’t need to do this anymore; diverse fertilizers perfectly filled this gap.

In this world, there weren’t so many types of fertilizers. Even the Ox-Head tribe only used the most basic manure.

Manure had the strongest effect, but the side effect was also formidable: it easily caused pests.

Human alchemists had a type of pesticide. Its insect-killing function was quite powerful, only it was sold very expensively; a small bottle the size of a palm cost fifty silver coins.

The Ox-Head tribe often bought large quantities of pesticide from human merchant caravans, then diluted it with water and sprinkled it on the fields. The effect was very good, and any remaining worms could be caught directly by hand.

These past few days, the tribesmen had been very obedient. Although they didn’t quite understand public restrooms, they knew their little chief definitely wanted what was best for them, so they all tried their best to use the restroom there.

Therefore, the tribe had collected quite a lot of manure recently... Eric found it a bit gross, but he knew that for farming, these were all basic steps.

There were also the bones in the valley, which Eric led Arthur to burn into bone meal with high fire. This was top-quality fertilizer. Magic beast bones contained magic power, so even if the oldest skeletons had lost almost all their magic, the most basic nutritional value remained.

Additionally, Eric suddenly remembered these past few days that before, when his grandmother planted a small vegetable garden, she often crushed eggshells and sprinkled them in. It surely had the effect of fertilizing the soil.

The breeding farm now provided eggs very stably, only increasing and not decreasing, so the canteen had a lot of chicken and duck eggshells every day. Throwing them away was a waste; they happened to be usable as fertilizer.

There was also plant ash, which could also be used as fertilizer.

For these fields of the tribe, Eric ransacked every bit of knowledge he could remember.

Currently, it seemed the crops were all growing well. The seedlings planted early had grown quite tall.