"Little earth beans?" Eric asked, looking at Bỉ while chewing peanuts, a bit puzzled.
Was he talking about peanuts? It sounded quite literal.
He thought for a moment, then held up the huge potato in his hand: "Then this thing, is it called a big earth bean?"
Bỉ nodded, his eyes full of admiration: "You really are smart."
All three Ox-Head men looked at him with admiring eyes. Eric guessed they were probably thinking: "Truly worthy of being someone who can be chief."
Oh well, in the eyes of these simple beastmen, a person like him from the information explosion era could indeed be considered erudite. This was also a form of intelligence.
Eric smugly gave himself an inward thumbs-up. Being praised by everyone every day, his face had thickened by several inches; he no longer knew what embarrassment was.
Now that he knew how to use the stone mill, Bỉ should have led the other two to find Chief Côn with the mill.
