I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 402: Killing Two Birds with One Stone

Chapter 402: Chapter 402: Killing Two Birds with One Stone

Immersed in planting flowers, Eric raised his head and smiled: "It’s a pity they don’t know natural magic, so only I can come. Those with ability do more work, after all."

"My point is, you don’t need to do so many jobs. The person at the top only needs to be responsible for giving orders, naturally there will be people to do it for you, including other things," Henry continued.

Eric understood his meaning by now. He stood up straight, carefully observed Henry for a moment, then gave a nostalgic smile.

"I seem to have forgotten to mention, you look very much like an old friend of mine. Speaking of which, I miss him a bit. He once asked me these same words."

Henry pretended to listen attentively.

"I know there are also many pragmatic nobles and ministers, but in the current upper class of humanity, aren’t there more people who sit idly and enjoy the benefits?

In my opinion, whether it’s fighting for power and profit or infighting, they are all meaningless things. And showing off from a high position is even more meaningless.

My clansmen, and the common people of human nations, are like drops of water in the ocean. They look insignificant, but in reality, they are the existence that supports the entire nation and tribe."

Eric pointed at himself: "As for me, I’m like the captain of a ship. I look like the helmsman controlling the direction of the entire ship, but in reality, without water, I am nothing."

"In short, the ship and the water are an inseparable entity. If I want my clansmen to live a better life, I can’t just let myself drift with the waves. I must strive to steer towards a better direction; that is the most important thing. My tribe now has few people and much work; no one can be idle."

After Eric finished speaking, seeing that Henry showed no sign of saying anything and instead seemed to be thinking about something, he continued to bend down to plant flowers.

Hehe, truly a nutritious bowl of chicken soup. Watching those inspirational videos wasn’t a waste! Eric secretly praised himself.

Henry’s way of speaking and temperament couldn’t help but remind him of Evan. It was just that while these two looked similar at a glance, contact revealed a huge difference. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Evan was also afraid of dirt; after all, as a prince, he was used to being pampered.

But in the Gray Iron tribe, he didn’t hesitate to help the Dwarves work. He didn’t get angry when he got dirty, and he took great care of children like Leo. inside, he was soft and kind.

If it were Evan, he would absolutely not use food that could potentially be dangerous to give to children to test the beastmen.

But Henry, as the son of a duke, facing discord between brothers and being hunted by his own uncle, was naturally different from Prince Evan.

Sigh, who knows if Evan has returned to his clan yet, if he caught up with the Pepsi group that left earlier, and if there were dangers on the road...

Thinking of these things, Eric’s hands mechanically buried seeds and cast magic, his mind flying to the nine heavens, while Henry also stood pensively by his side.

To facilitate weeding and fertilizing, there were ridges separating the plots of land. Eric planted the Wide-Mouthed Flowers on them.

Given the hunting range of the Wide-Mouthed Flower, planting one every two or three meters was sufficient.

Unknowingly, Eric had walked a long way. When he felt his back aching and knees tired, the sky had turned dark. Turning his head back, Henry’s figure had disappeared at some unknown time.

Wow, he left without even saying goodbye? Wasn’t he very polite? Eric thought to himself.

Balu and the other beastmen walked back sporadically, all grinning and greeting him.

"Eric, what are you doing out in the fields? The plot you’re standing on, we just weeded yesterday, we don’t need your help."

"We just caught a round of bugs too, and sprinkled the pesticide you brought back."

"Haven’t gone back to eat yet?"

The enthusiastic Snow Wolves clamored, each saying a sentence to Eric.

Accompanying them were small beastmen and newly joined Snow Wolves. They weren’t very familiar with Eric, so they didn’t speak, just standing aside looking with friendly eyes.

Eric pointed to the blooming Wide-Mouthed Flower beside him:

"I came to plant flowers. With it here in the future, we won’t need to sprinkle pesticide, nor need to come catch bugs."

Balu and the others swarmed around. The beastmen with slightly slower movements could only see the tops of other people’s heads.

"Make way, make way, let me see too! Huh, isn’t this a man-eating flower?"

Balu ignored the others. After seeing that the Wide-Mouthed Flower had indeed eaten an ant crawling on its petals into its stomach, he stood up excitedly, pushed aside the beastmen next to him, and squeezed out to Eric’s side.

"There is no such flower around the Red Grass tribe. It really eats insects! Is it harmful to crops?" He asked with some excitement, yet carried worry.

Eric shook his head, smiling as he said:

"If planted directly to let it grow naturally, it will definitely compete for nutrients in the soil with crops and vegetables. But as long as it is planted in a blooming state, it will rely on hunting various insects to absorb nutrients. The parts it cannot absorb will even be returned to the soil. It’s a plant that kills two birds with one stone."

Since coming to the Hadu tribe, whether it was the water well or the insect-eating Wide-Mouthed Flower now, Balu had benefited greatly.

Rubbing his large, rough palms, a fawning smile appeared on Balu’s bovine face: "Little Patriarch, can you give me some of its seeds? I want to bring some back for the tribe."

He was a little apprehensive in his heart; he didn’t know if the Little Patriarch would agree to such an important plant...

"Of course, but it’s best not to plant them this year. The weather in your place warms up earlier than ours. Next year, you guys should plant the Wide-Mouthed Flowers first. It will be just right; by the time you plant the crops, the Wide-Mouthed Flowers will be about to bloom, not affecting the growth of the crops." Eric instructed.

He only knew that the Wide-Mouthed Flower could kill bugs; he didn’t know if it could withstand the cold. If it could survive the winter, that would be great. If not, the seeds produced could also start growing in the spring.

Balu nodded repeatedly, staring eagerly at the Wide-Mouthed Flower.

Back in his tribe, he and his clansmen hated the job of catching bugs the most. Using the thick fingers of the Ox-Head tribe to catch such small creatures was really a bit difficult.

In the Hadu tribe, catching bugs was also done by other beastmen. Pesticides couldn’t be sprayed too much, otherwise, even the crops would be affected.

Seeing Balu and Kiet catching bugs so strenuously, everyone later tacitly agreed not to let the two of them do it. After all, catching bugs wasn’t difficult; just don’t damage the plants.

Now with the Wide-Mouthed Flower, all the Ox-Head people of the Red Grass tribe were liberated!

Most importantly, insects on the ground could be caught, but if insects underground didn’t come out, the Ox-Head people really couldn’t do anything about them.

Every year, a lot of vegetables were eaten full of holes by insects, and pesticides couldn’t be used frequently. It really gave a cow a headache.

"Then what about underground insects? Will they damage its roots?" Balu thought of this and asked hurriedly.

Eric recalled when he was collecting seeds, various insects scrambled to crawl out of the ground onto the flowers. The corners of his mouth twitched as he patted down the goosebumps rising on his body, replying:

"The Wide-Mouthed Flower will secrete a fragrance that attracts insects, luring them to crawl onto the flower, then eats them. So no need to worry; underground insects will be charmed by the scent before they can even get close to the roots."

It could work like that too! Balu’s big round ox eyes were about to emit light, looking at the Wide-Mouthed Flower like a miser staring at his gold coins.

It was getting late. Eric looked at the Wide-Mouthed Flowers planted; perhaps they could eat all insects within a range of nearly a thousand acres. He had to come back tomorrow to continue planting.

Tomorrow he would bring a few people to help him plant the flowers; he would only be responsible for casting magic. That way, the required time would be shortened a lot. Perhaps within a month, planting could be finished.

Especially the sugar beet fields and cotton fields; these two were the priority of priorities and couldn’t be allowed to be destroyed by insects.

The reason modern agricultural products have high yields is that, besides optimized seeds, various pesticides are the great meritorious officials.

Although people later pursued pollution-free green produce without pesticides, anyone who has farmed personally knows that without spraying pesticides, it is completely serving a meal to insects; basically, the harvest isn’t much.

As for opposing chemical fertilizers, if only manure is used plus no pesticides, that isn’t a green product; that is a ’three-no’ product: no leaves, no roots, no fruit.