I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 254: With You Here

Eric drew another circle near the brick factory with his pen.

"This area is reserved for drying adobe bricks and pottery blanks. No need to build it too exquisitely, just erect a large shed to shelter from rain and sun. We can slowly build more when we have the conditions later."

"Right, Max, should we build a slaughterhouse? Slaughtering magic beasts out in the open like this isn’t convenient. Let’s make a slaughterhouse, find a few Snow Wolves specifically responsible for this task, processing hides. Beneath the slaughterhouse, dig a cellar specifically to store hides, magic cores, and the sharp claws of magic beasts."

Eric suddenly thought about how every time the tribe hunted fresh prey, they slaughtered it right in the square, making a mess every time. The number of people in the tribe might grow later, so everything had to be more regulated.

"Slaughterhouse?" Max heard this term for the first time and repeated it in confusion: "You’re right. That way, slaughtering and dividing meat will be like the cafeteria, with specialized people in charge. Storing hides and magic cores in a cellar would also be closer than the cave, and safer."

"Yes, and later on, whatever we do, there must be a clear division of labor, just like your warriors. Each task finds people specialized in that task; if everyone is responsible for their own job well, efficiency will increase a lot, and things won’t get messy easily." Eric said, poking his cheek with the pen.

Although he detested the life of a workhorse, he had to admit that clear division of labor was essential for a tribe. Otherwise, if everyone did a little of everything, it was easy to overlap progress, and the speed would be slow.

Max thought about how warriors on patrol each covered an area, and in battle, they needed coordination even more, with each person assuming an attack position. The division of labor Eric spoke of followed the same logic.

"Just do as you say. Whoever is good at something does that thing."

"But there are too few people in our tribe. When planting season comes, everyone will surely have to prioritize farm work." Eric was a bit dejected.

This was unavoidable. The Hadu tribe only had a few hundred people, and among them, the beastmen who could be considered the main labor force numbered only over a hundred and fifty.

Max smiled cryptically: "Maybe we will soon have more manpower, don’t rush."

"It’s not rushing, anyway, if we grow enough for ourselves to eat and can store reserve food, I’ll be happy enough." Eric also knew he was being a bit hasty, so he shook his head.

But immediately after, he reacted: "Wait, Max, what do you mean we’ll soon have more manpower? Has another tribe been attacked by magic beasts?"

Speaking of this, Eric was quite tense. After all, the tragedy of the Horned Goat tribe was still fresh; if that were truly the case, they had to go save people quickly.

"But how do you know? This isn’t something that can be known in advance, is it?"

Moreover, with Max’s personality, the moment he knew the news, he would definitely go save people first; he wouldn’t waste time. Eric went up to Max, looking at him curiously.

Seeing the cub approach so closely, Max naturally pulled him into his embrace, letting him sit on his lap, and reached out to pinch his nose lightly.

"Have you forgotten that the Golden Kingdom has started using slavery? Last time when Father and I went to the Ox-Head tribe, we met those herbivore beastmen refugees.

They were just like us Snow Wolves, having once chosen to trust the kingdom, unfortunately, the ending was being treated as slaves.

Those who were lucky could run to the Ox-Head tribe for temporary shelter; the unlucky ones have already become slaves."

"Oh, I forgot about that. The Golden Kingdom really does wicked business." Eric said indignantly.

The original owner’s mother was seriously injured in that battle precisely because of the Golden Kingdom’s greed, and the original owner’s father died right on the battlefield.

Although the Black Wolf tribe had a hand in it, speaking of the chief culprit, the Golden Kingdom certainly couldn’t deny it.

The Snow Wolf tribe could recover its vitality after suffering heavy losses, and the tribesmen could continue to live. But those herbivore beastmen were miserable; by the time they discovered something was wrong, even escaping became a problem.

Eric looked up at Max, his eyes shining as if holding a thousand stars: "You mean we can take in those fleeing herbivore beastmen, that way our population will increase!"

Max couldn’t resist rubbing Eric’s earlobe: "These beastmen have nowhere else to go besides the Ox-Head tribe. The Ox-Head tribe can’t keep them all either. Instead of dying in the mouths of magic beasts, it’s better to join our tribe."

His ear ticklish, Eric turned his head away in distaste: "Then what if people from the Golden Kingdom come to cause trouble?"

At this, Max’s expression deepened: "With you here, I’m not worried."

Eric’s face was full of question marks.

He, a weakling who hadn’t even activated beast power, what could he help with? Use food to bribe the other side not to cause trouble?

Looking at his bewildered expression, Max didn’t explain further, just smiled and kissed his forehead.

Max didn’t want to ask about his partner’s background, but he could sense a kind of magic on him that made people involuntarily want to get close and trust him. The people the White Bear tribe met at the Red Grass tribe were an example.

If it was Eric, then perhaps his father Thomas’s wish of many years - to unite the wolf tribes against the enemy - could truly be realized.

For so many years, the Black Wolf tribe betrayed, the Moon Wolf tribe went into seclusion, and only the tribes of the Snow Wolves still helped each other. The strength of the wolf tribes had declined significantly.

Before, the wolf tribes’ combat power was ranked only after the Tiger tribe. If it were the peak period, the Golden Kingdom would have to be wary, unfortunately...

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Eric had walked back and forth across the Hadu tribe’s territory countless times. The map he drew was very detailed; the boundaries of the tribe and the surrounding reserve lands were clearly indicated.

Each plot of land temporarily left empty was annotated in the common language: "slaughterhouse." "cement factory." "brick kiln." "breeding farm." and several projected roads were clearly outlined.

He copied this map into several identical versions, distributing one sheet each to Thomas, Joseph, and Robin.

Robin of the Horned Goat tribe was timid in character, but his mind was brighter than the straightforward A Tát. Whenever Eric had something, he prioritized finding Robin.

"What is a slaughterhouse?" Thomas raised the map and asked.

"Building roads?" This was Robin with eyes full of doubt.

"Cement factory, breeding farm?" Joseph was also amazed by Eric’s vision.

Eric came from a country of billions, so he knew large-scale city planning by heart. It was the familiar saying: even if he hadn’t eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.

He had personally experienced the convenience of various facilities and factories, so naturally, he wanted to arrange them for his own tribe.

The Hadu tribe had a small population now, but if it grew larger later, Eric had even more ideas, such as nursing homes, kindergartens, schools, and hospitals. These necessary places all had to be built gradually.

Speaking further, wait until the tribe’s economy developed; Eric even intended to build entertainment zones, such as parks or amusement areas. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Since fate brought him here, the knowledge in his head and the things others had never seen must be used to change the life of the Hadu tribe.