"Perhaps after coming to this territory, you have all been wondering what to do next."

"Perhaps you haven’t noticed the peculiarities of this land..."

Two burly men raised an eyebrow and asked, "Peculiarities?"

Tyrone nodded, "Yes, peculiarities!"

"Even though we’ve been here for less than a day."

"I’ve felt a mysterious tranquility from this land!"

"Living in peace and prosperity."

"On the faces of those working townsmen, I haven’t seen a trace of tension or unease."

"There is only stability and leisure..."

"I’ve never seen such a living environment and atmosphere in Pan Yan City."

Tyrone’s gaze shifted, looking at the figure lying asleep on the straw not far away.

"Not just those townsmen."

"Haven’t you noticed that since coming to this territory, our colleagues can sleep soundly?"

"No need to worry about when enemy forces will break through the walls, no need to worry about being killed by enemy long spears while sleeping..."

The words caught the attention of the two burly men, and their gaze moved too.

They looked at the figures already fast asleep, the sounds of snoring present here and there.

Their furrowed brows slightly relaxed.

Tyrone smiled slightly, "If you still regard me as your commander and are willing to listen to my instructions, then live well in this land."

"If you wish to take action, I won’t stop you."

"However, be prepared for suppression."

"Because the lord of this land is far stronger than he appears!"

After finishing the last of his words, he continued speaking.

"Alright, it’s late, everyone get some rest."

"Tomorrow morning, I still have to iron!"

Seeing Tyrone adjusting in his seat for comfort, the two burly men bowed their heads.

They no longer spoke any more words and withdrew.

With their departure, the Lord’s Square fell into tranquility once again beneath the night sky.

Leaving only the crackling sounds of the burning campfire and the constant rise and fall of snores.

...

Time passes day by day.

Under the cooperative effort of farmers, the barley piled up on Lord’s Square gradually decreased.

After crushing, threshing, drying, and winnowing, it was stored in the castle’s warehouse.

With the special construction of several warehouse spaces in the castle.

Not just a few million pounds of grain.

Even tens of millions of pounds can be stored easily!

Storing in a castle guarded by guards is the best choice.

Even though the canteen requires a large amount of grain daily to cook three meals for the townsmen.

But Lynn prefers to arrange personnel for special delivery, rather than storing large quantities of grain carelessly.

Grain crops like barley relate to survival in this territory.

If guarding is careless and unexpected fires burn down warehouses containing the grain.

Such a disaster would be a fatal blow to the townsmen!

Lynn, having finished a round of experience in the kitchen, sat on a wooden chair in Lord’s Square, scanning around.

In no more than ten days, the remaining barley will be completely dried.

Once processed by the farmers, it can be stored.

After statistical calculation,

he will know exactly how many pounds of barley were harvested from the land sown with 1,200,000 pounds of winter barley seeds!

This is not just a harvest.

It’s also a validation of his planting techniques involving heavy plowing, drill planting, and fertilizing.

If a bountiful harvest can be achieved, future planting on the territory may proceed using the current method.

During the drying and threshing stage.

Wilbur led farmers of the harvesting group to complete the harvest of over 10,000 acres of vegetables.

Because of the warm climate of the Karedi Empire.

Coupled with specialized farmers for fertilizing, watering, and irrigation.

The cabbage, carrots, onions, and a variety of vegetables thriving in excellent growing conditions weigh almost ten million pounds collectively.

Due to the large quantity, aside from meeting the daily needs of townsmen.

Other vegetables can be dried, pickled, cellared, made into sauces or purees, or smoked for storage.

With Lynn possessing a large quantity of fine salt, mass usage of fine salt for pickling storage is entirely feasible.

While Lynn rests.

In the distance.

Six or seven fully-loaded carts traverse the lime road between harvested fields.

After ten minutes,

the carts arrived at Lord’s Square, halting after several sounds of reins pulling.

A sturdy and agile figure leaped straight from horseback.

Lynn’s gaze turned, it was Earl.

Earl took big strides, arriving in front of Lynn.

He bent over slightly, respectfully addressing, "Sir."

Lynn glanced at Earl and then at the carts behind him.

"Returning from Morgan Town, is there something amiss?"

Earl responded, explaining, "Yes, sir, there are several matters needing your review and decision."

Lynn nodded, waiting for Earl to continue.

Earl went on, "After the Boer Merchant brought 500 Free People, Morgan Town’s harvesting work is on track."

"The 500 Free People are engaged in accelerated harvesting under Gavin’s leadership."

"The carts behind contain all the food transported back, excluding what soldiers in Morgan Town and Manor Castle need daily."