I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 229: Countless Tasks

Although Eric didn’t learn how to make magic items, he learned several magic arrays.

This was also a pleasant surprise. Evan told him to use them more and remember them well, saying he would teach higher levels later, which made Eric very happy.

One of the magic arrays increased the concentration of natural elements; how practical. How could Eric learn slowly? He even wanted to draw it on the ground. Maybe next year he could grow wheat with three harvests a year!

But what he learned were low-level magic arrays. Evan worried he couldn’t digest them, so he hadn’t taught the others yet. It was said that high-level magic arrays had a larger coverage area and higher concentration of natural elements.

Through Evan’s observation, Eric’s current magic power level was determined to be at the intermediate mage level. Who knew when he could level up and use high-level magic arrays? At that time, the farming career of the Hadu tribe would have another layer of guarantee.

Evan was also helpless with this student who only thought about using magic for farming. Having lived for so many years, it was his first time meeting someone learning magic for such a fresh, detached, and unpretentious reason.

His thoughts weren’t spoken, but Eric could guess them from his gaze that hated iron for not becoming steel.

It was just that he couldn’t control himself either. He came from a country with a sky-high Engel coefficient (51%). If eating and drinking weren’t put first, life would be too boring!

Ah, the Engel coefficient is the percentage of a household’s total expenditure spent on food, for those who don’t know.

Not only did one have to eat their fill, but after the economic level went up, one had to eat well.

This was the first step to a happy life. A nation whose ancestors were exiled would first find the best local food, then study how to make it, and even prioritize choosing places with better arable land when expanding territory.

Eric was just carrying the genes of his people over here. In his view, if the clansmen didn’t even eat their fill, what was the point of expanding territory? Even conquering the world wouldn’t be fun.

The other world had vast land and a sparse population. In the territory surrounding the Hadu tribe, if all the flat lands were used for farming, the tribe’s manpower wouldn’t be enough.

If there were a few more people, the surrounding mountains and forests could also be utilized; methods like terraced fields were possible, just not needed yet.

Coming from a populous country, Eric really liked the feeling of this vast land. Before, he couldn’t even afford a generic apartment of a few dozen square meters, but now he could possess such a large territory.

Previously, his grandmother’s house only had a bit over one mu of fields, and Eric helped out every year. In his own territory, the flat land area that could be used directly as arable land was roughly estimated to be tens of thousands of mu.

With such a large area, even if the Snow Wolves and Horned Goat people (yes, Eric had defaulted to keeping them) farmed, it would be very tiring. He planned to ask the Dwarves to make some automated agricultural machinery, like those used in his previous life.

Here, the technology skill tree was lit up very little, but there was magic.

Looking from another angle, Eric felt magic was more convenient. The Snow Wolves’ magic cores were still sufficient supply. If humans used magic cores as power, it would be quite expensive.

Now that winter was ending, Eric thought about the water source needed for farming. The alluvial land by the river couldn’t grow crops; it was only suitable for planting short-term fruit trees like bananas. Places further away needed ways to divert water.

Thinking about it made him feel very busy, so he should rest well while still sheltering for winter. Spring was already predicted to be exhausting.

During non-working hours, Eric didn’t sit idle. He took out the primary magic cores Michael brought before, along with shells and conches brought back from the sea.

He had observed for a long time that many clansmen in the tribe still had a love for beauty, whether female or male; most were like this. It was just limited by lack of conditions. They could only pick some fresh flowers or berries to make ornaments in the warm spring.

This feeling became heavier after the Dwarves arrived. Influenced by humans, the Dwarves had a complete civilization, so naturally, their ways of appreciating beauty and dressing up increased significantly.

Some men would deliberately carve patterns on the tools or weapons they made to mark them, while women focused on clothes.

Fresh flowers were beautiful, but wearing them on the head affected work. With a slightly vigorous movement, the flowers would fall.

Here, they still used cloth strips or ropes to tie hair, which naturally wasn’t easy to secure fresh flowers. Flowers were fragile, and using force would ruin them.

Even if one hasn’t eaten pork, one has seen pigs run. Although Eric didn’t like wearing jewelry, he had seen plenty. While he had time, he wanted to enrich the spiritual life of the clansmen.

It was just that as a clumsy person, having ideas but executing them resulted in something a bit rough. Eric first made a simple hairpin. This was both beautiful and convenient for fixing hair.

He planned to whittle one out of wood first, then add decorations to one end. But however he whittled it, it looked weird, so he had to ask Evan for help.

Evan was using the Dwarves’ carving knife to make wood carvings. Eric’s request was very simple; he drew a few simple cloud and flower-shaped hairpins on paper for him.

Eric’s drawing skills weren’t high. He only drew a few styles roughly, and there were also hairpin bodies without any decoration, which could be added later.

"Look, carving them into these styles is enough, quite simple, right!" Eric presented the finished drawing with both hands, grinning.

Helplessly glancing at this clumsy student, Evan had to look at the drawing. He picked up a piece of wood next to him and carved it for him.

Hairpins saved wood very much. A piece of wood the length of an arm could make more than ten wooden hairpins.

Of course, Eric didn’t count the cost of waste products. Evan’s carving level was high, and making wooden hairpins was truly as easy as turning over a hand; there was no difficulty.

He even helped modify the head of the hairpin, making Eric’s drawings look more beautiful.