CHAPTER 189: ALL KINDS OF BEANS

Eric was immersed in the joy of the room full of various beans, unaware that his old patriarch was feeling self-pity behind his back.

He happily opened a sack, revealing green beans inside, intending to pour them into a jar.

Wait... Green?

Eric’s movements froze. Looking closely, he discovered that in his hand was a whole sack of mung beans. Mung beans were excellent for sweet soup or cakes, but they couldn’t be used to make tofu.

Even so, it had been a long time since he had seen so many mung beans; Eric involuntarily felt nostalgic. He reached out and grabbed a handful, feeling the round, cool beans rolling in his palm.

Worthy of being beans grown by the Ox-Head tribe, every single bean was plump and round, nearly as big as the soybeans sold in supermarkets back in the day, while the soybeans of the Ox-Head tribe were even bigger than that.

"This type of mung bean cannot be used to make tofu," Eric held out his hand in front of Max, explaining.

The Ox-Head tribe usually only traded soybeans, so this was also the first time Max had seen this green-colored bean.

Thomas grumpily walked up behind them, grumbling:

"Old Bi said he didn’t know if these types of beans could be used to make tofu. Heard that their yields are all lower than soybeans, so usually they don’t bring them for trade."

So that was it. Eric told Max to take down a few more sacks, and indeed, there were also red beans and black beans inside.

This time he could eat his favorite red bean sweet soup and mung bean cakes! Eric only wished he could hug these two sacks and give them a kiss to be satisfied. As for black beans, besides sweet soup, Eric didn’t know any other way to process them. He only knew this variety existed, but this was the first time he saw them with his own eyes. The black bean seeds were even bigger than soybeans.

The quantity of these beans was not large; adding them all up, there were only about a dozen sacks. Eric carefully put them aside. He decided to put the black beans away; later he could try soaking them to make bean sprouts.

It was a pity that this year the tribe had just solved the problem of food and clothing and didn’t have much wealth to trade; otherwise, Eric would definitely trade for more beans to make sprouts. Originally, he didn’t like eating them much before, but coming to this world where they weren’t available, he actually missed their crisp and sweet taste.

After sorting, the plump round soybeans were poured into earthenware jars. Five large jars were filled to the brim, yet the amount of soybeans in the room didn’t diminish much.

Eric placed his hand over the mouth of a jar, his heart stirring slightly. A stream of water suddenly appeared in mid-air, as if an invisible spring was hovering above and gently pouring water inside. Throughout the journey from the tribe to here, Eric had provided the water, saving a lot of effort. His magic had thus become more proficient, and the speed of water condensation was visibly faster.

The water kept flowing into the jar, but Eric still couldn’t create a large torrent in the blink of an eye; he could only wait slowly. To make it less boring, his hands started condensing transparent water balls, then throwing them into other jars like playing basketball.

A while later, the jars were all full of water, soaking the golden soybeans inside.

"All done!" Eric waved his hand, and the stream of water hovering over the jar’s mouth instantly vanished into the air.

Max moved the heavy jars to the corner of the house so as not to affect movement. His eyes didn’t glance left or right, just walking past Thomas who was stiff on the spot.

"Is... is this... Water-type magic?" Thomas was pale with shock, his voice trembling, pointing his finger at the jar full of water.

Living for nearly four hundred years, this was the first time he had seen a beastman who knew how to use magic, and it was his own tribesman...

His reaction was too intense; only then did Eric suddenly remember he hadn’t had time to tell Thomas Uncel about the fact that he had learned magic. He scratched his head, smiling sheepishly:

"It’s like this. The person I saved taught me meditation; after succeeding, I could use these small spells. He even said he wanted to take me as a disciple."

Thomas didn’t dare believe his ears, but the scene just now couldn’t be fake. Those jars full of water were the clearest proof.

"Could it be... could it be that our Snow Wolf tribe is truly about to flourish?" Thomas muttered to himself in a low voice, his eyes seeming to lose focus.

Seeing this, Eric quietly walked out, leaving him private space to sort through the shocks in his heart.

...

It took more than half a day for the warriors to finally finish processing the python. They threw away the inedible parts far away, keeping only a complete snake skin and sections of white snake meat.

Python skin was a good thing. After tanning, it could be made into boots, bags, or even armor, which wouldn’t be bad. Don’t look at Eric fearing the slimy feeling of snake skin; he understood the value of this skin very clearly. Moreover, this was the skin of a level five magical beast; if placed in the human world, people would fight tooth and nail for it.

But those things were secondary. Importantly, he had found the perfect material to make boots!

Through the room window, Eric stared at the snake skin, his eyes lighting up; even his aversion to the cold-blooded creature decreased by a few degrees. Looking at the flexibility and sturdiness of this skin, wasn’t it the best material for making boots?

A few days ago, he was racking his brain thinking about what to use for shoe soles; fabric was too soft, and pigskin or cowhide was only passable. But this snake skin looked even better than the cowhides stored in the tribe. Even unprocessed, it looked both thin, light, and sturdy.

The proof was that the Snow Wolf warriors had to use sharp claws and scratch for a long time to peel it off.

Max saw his expression, understood immediately, lowered his head, and whispered close to his ear:

"If you like it, I have Thunder Fire Beast skin; I can trade that snake skin for you."

This python was hunted by everyone’s combined effort; it was the group’s common property. Even though Eric was the patriarch, he couldn’t claim it as his own; he could only use items of equivalent value to exchange.

He hurriedly waved his hand, stammering:

"I don’t... it’s not that I want... well, it’s not that I don’t want... In short, no need to trade for now, we’ll talk later."

The large leather bag full of beast cores that Max gave him was still at his house; he hadn’t found a chance to return it yet. Now letting Max trade python skin for him, Eric’s face wasn’t that thick yet.

As soon as the warriors finished the work, Joseph and the others followed Balu back.