I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 241: Challenge

Before winter ended, Eric still ruthlessly organized a remedial class, and the location was the mess hall.

In his basement, there was a whole floor filled with paper; half was for writing, and the other half was toilet paper.

Only with toilet paper did the tribesmen realize how miserably they had lived before. Just as Eric predicted, they loved life with toilet paper, so they used up more than half of that stock over the winter. Conversely, the writing paper remained almost untouched.

This time, the writing paper came in handy for teaching the Snow Wolf people the human written language; Eric had even prepared graphite pencils.

If beastmen had their own writing system, Eric certainly wouldn’t have forced every tribesman to learn so formally; not everyone needs to know a foreign language.

But what could be done? Beastmen had never had a written language, and they couldn’t remain illiterate forever. After thinking for a while, Eric decided to teach the common human language.

This decision, of course, included himself. Speaking of which, Eric really wanted to cry.

In his past life, he studied for over a dozen years before going to work. He never expected that one day he would become illiterate and have to learn from scratch. Who could understand this suffering!

The teachers of the remedial class were the steady Uncle Joseph and Luban. What surprised him was that Evan also volunteered to teach the Snow Wolf people.

Eric naturally agreed. Initially, he felt two people weren’t enough and planned to ask Aunt Iris to help. Now with Evan, there was no need to give his aunt more work.

Quite a few Dwarves wanted to teach the Snow Wolf people the common language of Yas, but Eric only selected the most reliable ones. Bruno had begged him several times because of this, and finally, Eric had to suggest using mineral ores to dye wool to politely send him away.

He didn’t remember exactly which ores could dye fabric, so he hadn’t mentioned it before. Now was a good time to mention it; letting Bruno try it himself would be like a blind cat catching a fried fish - pure luck. If successful, the tribesmen could wear colorful clothes, adding another item for trade.

Eric also asked Luban to make a large blackboard. The paint on it was mixed by Luban according to his request, along with chalk made from gypsum and limestone. A simple classroom was thus completed.

He calculated carefully. It was very convenient for the tribesmen to study in the mess hall. In the freezing winter, building a classroom was impossible. If they got hungry, they could put away their paper and pens and eat right away. Too thoughtful.

It was just that he had a difficult problem now. He really wanted to keep the Horned Goat tribe members, but he hadn’t made it clear. Initially, he planned to let them adapt before bringing it up, but it seemed he had to proceed sooner.

Thomas supported it with both hands and feet. It wasn’t that he was biased, but every one of Eric’s ideas suited him. Like this time, keeping the Horned Goat people aligned perfectly with his thoughts.

In the past, when winter came, even his own tribesmen went hungry; Thomas had the will but not the means. Now that the biggest problem was solved, other matters naturally had to be put on the agenda.

With his support, the other Snow Wolf people had to agree even if they didn’t want to. Eric saved a lot of effort. Otherwise, even if the tribesmen were willing to listen to him, no one would want to attend a "useless" remedial class in their eyes.

Besides Thomas, Max, Michael, and Grass also had significant influence. Except for the elderly, who hadn’t been beaten by them?

Especially Grass - her beatings were notoriously painful. The young Snow Wolves didn’t dare refuse just thinking about it. As a result, Eric had worried too much.

The class hadn’t even started, yet the Snow Wolf people began to complain. Their beloved mess hall now had a blackboard, and every time they ate, they were reminded about learning to read.

Eric wanted to take the opportunity to find the Horned Goat people and tactfully persuade them to stay in the Hadu tribe to learn the common language together.

The herd had no leader; he thought he still needed to find Sat and Khac. One was the strongest warrior, and the other was the son of the previous chief. Their parents had sacrificed themselves for the tribe, so the remaining tribesmen listened to them.

"Arthur, I really have work to do, I’m not going to cook. Can you stop following me?"

Eric held his forehead helplessly. Heaven knows the feeling of being on the way to the Horned Goat tribe’s temporary tent, turning around, and seeing a handsome head peeking out from a corner... If he hadn’t gotten used to it over the past few days, he surely would have been startled.

Arthur smiled foolishly. It was incomprehensible how he used that handsome face to emit such a tone: "I’m afraid you’ll encounter danger. I’m very powerful; I can protect you."

The excuse was too poor. Eric laughed mockingly: "What danger could I be in within my own tribe..."

"Our Eric has Max; why would he need anyone else to protect him, right?"

Kevin giggled, rushing out from somewhere to tease them.

Blushing, Eric glared: "Don’t say things like that!"

"What? Max surely thinks so too. If you don’t believe me, ask him." Kevin cried innocence, turning his head to speak.

Eric looked back; it turned out not only Kevin was there, but Max, Michael, and Grass were also present. It seemed the patrol duty had ended early.

Michael smiled with squinted eyes: "Of course, right Max?"

Grass silently rolled her eyes. Today, her long silvery-white hair was tied up high with a hairpin, looking incredibly cool.

Having not seen Eric for a few days, Max ignored the teasing and walked straight up to him. His slender hand slowly stroked Eric’s hair, a gesture full of intimacy.

Eric’s heart beat faster. He looked up just in time to catch Max’s deep black eyes and was sucked into the warmth within them, unable to speak for a moment.

The atmosphere between the two was completely different from before...

Michael, Kevin, and Grass looked at each other; indeed, it wasn’t an illusion. Everyone felt it.

"Max... I..." Eric called out in panic, not knowing how to continue.

Max gently took his hand.

His hand was strong and warm: "You want to find Sat, right? I’ll go with you."

He bowed his head, looking at Eric seriously and intently, making Eric’s face burn.

"Hey, are you the most powerful beastman here? Let’s duel. If I win, I will protect Eric from now on, and he just needs to cook for me."

Just as Eric was about to speak, Arthur, whom everyone had forgotten, suddenly stepped closer, looked straight at Max, and spoke.

Kevin and Michael were astonished, their eyes looking as if they were seeing a strange creature. Even Grass couldn’t help but widen her eyes. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

A thought appeared in everyone’s mind simultaneously: Do humans who eat a lot also have such big guts?