Chapter 117: The Path to a Beating

One pot of peanut milk was fundamentally not enough to be divided among so many beastmen. Everyone only got to taste a little to know the flavor.

The slow-footed beastmen standing at the back who didn’t get a share felt deep regret, hating only that their legs weren’t as long as others’.

Washing the pot and cleaning up had never required Eric’s hands. He had just put the large ladle down when he finally noticed the two Ox-Head tribe beastmen, carrying large and small bags, trying to squeeze in with resentful faces.

"Oh my, we finally got in! It’s too crowded, as lively as going to the Spring Market festival." The Ox-Head beastman with the gracefully curved horns complained.he salty, fragrant, and nutty taste of the peanuts in his mouth immediately made him crave wine intensely.

Unfortunately, he had just finished discussing the trade with Bi, and later he had to set off with Eric.

It was just that, he was returning to the tribe, while Eric’s group was going to the sea. This was also a diversionary tactic to deceive those with ill intentions.

Thomas would stay here to handle the rest of the Snow Wolf tribe’s trade. Finally, the three parties would regroup at a rendezvous point and return to the main tribe together.

At this time, he naturally couldn’t satisfy his craving for wine and could only swallow hard to appease his thirst.

Bi sat next to Thomas and Joseph, his large ox mouth incessantly chewing the small earth beans, his ox eyes shining with the pure happiness of eating delicious food.

The shredded potatoes were indeed very difficult to pick up; last night after returning home, Bi even secretly practiced by himself for a long time.

He couldn’t understand how the Snow Wolf people could learn to use such a difficult tool.

But the small earth beans could be picked up directly by hand. The Ox-Head tribe beastmen just stuffed handful after handful into their mouths.

They had brought a lot, and Eric couldn’t make it all in one go. For the remaining part, he could only promise to make it for them to eat when he returned.

Thinking this, Eric felt his trip was still not well-planned. He should have brought Sam. If it weren’t for the lack of manpower in the kitchen, he really wanted to bring him along.

After enjoying a morning full of dishes, from soy milk and peanut milk to noodles, tofu, and both types of stir-fried large and small earth beans, the Ox-Head tribe beastmen all just wanted to stay in the Hadu tribe and not go back.

But not only did Joseph and Eric have to set off, they also needed to return to find their tribe leader to report clearly on the matter of the beans and the stone mill.

The trade contents discussed last night also needed the tribe leader’s approval before they could be officially carried out.

The three of them had no choice but to leave with great reluctance.

Eric, Max, and Michael also brought the necessary luggage for salt refining. Joseph, under the protection of a Snow Wolf warrior, set off to return to the tribe first to arrange for the Dwarves to start forging agricultural tools.

After seeing Joseph and the warrior off, Eric also wrapped himself up tightly and sat firmly on the broad back of Max, who had transformed into his large Snow Wolf form. Along with Michael, who had also transformed, the group left under the reluctant and worried gazes of Thomas and the others.