I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 239: Success

The tribe, having been idle for a while, became busy once again.

Everyone had clear divisions of labor. Peeling potatoes was handled by the Snow Wolves who had the most dexterous claws. The Horned Goat people were in charge of transporting back and forth and washing the unpeeled and peeled potatoes. The Dwarves worked overtime to make a few more grinders.

Eric weaved through the crowd to help.

Most of the water for washing potatoes was provided by him, except that his magic power was a bit insufficient to keep up with the supply.

The appearance of potato noodles was very timely. Eric was thinking that the quantity of potatoes was large; subtracting the seed potatoes, the dining hall couldn’t consume the rest.

Eric liked to eat various types of fried potatoes, but teaching this dish to the dining hall would require lard they didn’t have enough of. As for soybean oil, Eric still hadn’t produced it.

No matter how delicious potatoes were, they couldn’t be eaten meal after meal, and moreover, they sprouted easily. Even though Snow Wolves weren’t afraid of that little toxicity, the taste of sprouted potatoes would change. It was better to make them into potato starch.

This year, although there was a lot of food, most of it was traded from the Ox-Head tribe. Eric didn’t intend to waste it, especially the soybeans. In a situation where the tribe didn’t desperately need soybean oil, he planned to wait until farming was successful next year to make it.

The tribe worked with high spirits making potato noodles for a few days. Due to the cold weather, the potato noodles all froze. They definitely couldn’t finish eating them by spring, so every household hung a lot of potato noodles in their tents or houses, waiting for them to dry.

For the past few days, Arthur had been like a tail, always "accidentally" appearing in Eric’s line of sight when he was busy, and even assumed he was hiding very well.

It seemed that this glutton with a huge appetite had stuck to Eric since being fed by him once...

This gave Eric a headache. It was just that seeing the puppy-like eyes of the other party, he never had the heart to scold him. But he also understood Evan’s attitude very well, so he had to chase Arthur away time and time again.

But despite that, Evan still encountered Arthur once. The two immediately rushed into a fight.

Speaking of which, it was truly an eye-opener. This was the first time Eric saw Evan detest a person from the bottom of his heart like that; countless sharp thorns wrapped around Arthur and thrashed everywhere.

Arthur wasn’t a push over either. This could be seen through his eating capacity.

Eric thought that since he lost his memory, he would have forgotten his warrior skills too. Unexpectedly, although he had no weapon, he possessed the brute strength of a warrior. Not only did he toughly tear apart the sharp thorns, but he also knocked down a section of Eric’s house wall.

Correct, these two fought inside Eric’s house. Who asked Arthur to always appear when Eric was cooking? This time Evan caught him.

Evan knew not to destroy things and withdrew his magic so as not to ruin Eric’s courtyard. But Arthur didn’t think that much. Gathering origin power in his hand which radiated red light, after tearing the thorny vines, he couldn’t withdraw his hand in time and punched down a section of the wall.

Seeing the courtyard he painstakingly built destroyed like that, Eric, who stood aside watching the battle, was so angry he nearly fainted. He furiously rushed to Arthur’s side and, amidst the other party’s guilt-filled expression, slapped the back of his neck firmly a few times.

Naturally, this battle couldn’t continue. Evan looked at Arthur, who was bowing his head accepting the beating, with an expression of both disgust and surprise, then looked at Eric who was angrily poking Arthur’s head and scolding him. His expression gradually became gloating.

It finally ended with Arthur squatting in front of the ruined wall silently patching it up. The cement was naturally made with the Dwarves’ help, and the masonry technique was taught by a passing Dwarf.

After that time, although Arthur was beaten, he became even more thick-skinned. Bravely marching forward for the sake of food, he always followed Eric, the creator of delicious food, assuming he wasn’t attracting attention.

Eric really wanted to beg him to spare his house and courtyard. It was just, could he speak clearly to an Arthur whose mind was blank and only remembered eating and fighting Evan? Clearly, it was impossible. He had to finish cooking and bring a portion to Arthur, trying his best to avoid letting these two meet.

Sigh, in this life he was still a child. Why did it feel like raising a large, overgrown son?

...

On this day, the tribesmen all gathered, standing on a selected flat piece of land a bit away from the tribe, specifically used for gunpowder experiments.

In the crowd of uneven heights, countless eyes were staring at Joseph and Bruno in the distance.

"I heard they made a weapon similar to fire magic."

"Then strictly speaking, the power isn’t very great against beastmen; it can only be used to fight elves."

"Not necessarily. If there’s another human mercenary group, it can also be used on them."

The tribesmen in the back chattered and whispered incessantly; even the Horned Goat people joined the discussion.

Not far behind them, the corner of Evan’s forehead twitched silently.

The Snow Wolves and Dwarves didn’t treat the Horned Goat people as outsiders. When Joseph and Bruno were researching gunpowder, they often caused big disturbances at the coal mine, so gradually everyone knew about it.

Among the tribesmen present, the Dwarves were conversely the quietest. Due to their height, they all stood at the front, everyone wearing excited expressions, unable to suppress their moods.

Since the Dwarves learned that Joseph and Bruno started researching gunpowder, they had long looked forward to their success. They just didn’t want to pressure the patriarch; otherwise, they would have all run to the coal mine to help.

Actually, a few Dwarves did go to the coal mine, but they were all chased back by Joseph.

The gunpowder research process was very dangerous. The two of them were often injured by explosions. Eric had to frequently send people to keep an eye on the two; otherwise, he was always worried about accidents happening to them.

So, in a situation where they already had clues, Joseph naturally wouldn’t let others participate. This made these Dwarves look forward to news of their success every day.

It was hard enough to know that Joseph and Bruno finally succeeded, but everyone wanted to see the power of gunpowder, hence this demonstration scene.

At the front of the crowd, Joseph and Bruno stood side by side, their faces solemn, but in their eyes was an excitement that was hard to suppress.

Next to the two of them stood Michael and Grass respectively; this was to prevent accidents. When danger occurred, these two would use the fastest speed to carry the two Dwarves far away.

Joseph and Bruno looked at each other and took out a black bead the size of a chicken egg from their bosoms one after another. Standing behind, Eric with sharp eyes saw that the beads were covered with blue-purple vein patterns.

The two slowly transmitted a small amount of origin power into the beads, and the blue-purple patterns gradually lit up. Before they fully lit up, they used their strength to throw the beads out, aiming accurately at a pile of discarded bricks and stones (sponsored by Eric) placed in readiness.

A loud explosion rang out, and fragments of the exploded bricks and stones flew everywhere. The Snow Wolves, with quick eyes and hands, hugged all the curious children who ran forward to watch, regardless of race.

The boldest Snow Wolf child, even when picked up, wasn’t still. A cry of alarm erupted from the adult’s arms, causing the frightened Dwarf children to also recover their curiosity, opening their round eyes to look at where the explosion came from.

Michael and Grass each carried a Dwarf and retreated to Eric’s side. If it weren’t for their quick hands, these two Dwarves would definitely have been hit by the flying stone fragments.

"We succeeded!"

Ignoring the collar at the back of his neck still in Grass’s hand, Bruno excitedly waved his two fists and stomped his feet, cheering.