System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 1169 - 321: Savior (10,000 Words) Part 2

Wow~

An incredulous uproar once again erupted from the mouths of the farmers.

However, this time they did not engage in any discussion.

Instead, they each made their own calculations.

Eighteen million pounds of barley!

If calculated based on their consumption, with over eight thousand farmers...

At a daily food consumption rate of three pounds per person, it can be consumed for seven hundred and fifty days!

More than two years!

If supplemented with some meat and vegetables as they are now...

The consumption time would be even longer!

Whether the Lord is drawing a pie for them or not, truly...

At the very least, they see hope!

They no longer have to live like before, when they were hungry, starved to the point of dizziness and their bodies felt cold!

That’s enough!

The words from Lynn continued.

"As long as you become garrison soldiers, you will receive ten acres of farmland in Morgan Town!"

"Work in agriculture during busy seasons, cultivate planting, engage in agricultural production."

"Conduct military training during leisure times, improve physical fitness, engage in stamina, command, and combat training."

"In times of war, resist external attacks, protect the safety of Morgan Town, and, when necessary, launch wars externally."

"Kill off the dangers of Morgan Town in the cradle!"

The group of farmers nodded once again.

The conditions narrated by the Lord are negligible for them.

Because.

In the manor they were previously residing in, even if the Manor Lord didn’t allocate any farmland to them.

They would still need to work according to the Manor Lord’s instructions and engage in external battles!

Seeing that the group of farmers showed no abnormalities, Lynn continued to speak.

"Garrison soldiers only need to pay one-tenth of the grain from the ten acres of farmland."

"The remaining crop yield will belong to every garrison soldier."

"It can be used for family food consumption, exchanged with others, or even sold for money..."

"Simply put, after paying one-tenth of the grain, you can dispose of the remaining crops yourselves!"

Wow~

An incredulous uproar once again erupted from the mouths of the farmers.

They widened their eyes, looking at each other in disbelief.

Especially the Free People from Kakasong City.

The disbelief on their faces had already turned to shock.

Only needing to pay one-tenth of the grain?

Isn’t that too low?

The reason they accepted the Boer Merchant’s employment and came to Morgan Town seeking high-paying jobs.

Was because the rent for leasing farmland from the Manor Lord or Lord was too high!

Nearly reaching one-third, even half of their harvest as rent!

After deducting various rental fees and additional exploitation from tithing.

Coupled with the backward agricultural technology, resulting in low crop yields from the farmland.

The remaining grain output was unable to sustain the family’s livelihood.

Apart from farmland requiring rent.

Using public facilities such as mills and ovens also required extra fees!

Now hearing their Lord say, only need to pay one-tenth of the tax...

How could they not be excited and shocked?

Lynn’s gaze shifted from the faces of the farmers, and his voice suddenly amplified.

"Who wants to become my garrison soldiers?"

"Receive ten acres of privatized farmland requiring only one-tenth of grain tax?"

The group of farmers looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.

They naturally longed to obtain the privatized farmland promised by the Lord.

However, they were simply the lowest-ranking peasants back then.

Their importance.

Was even less than the Manor Lord’s livestock and draft horses.

Can they really become soldiers of the Lord?

Are they qualified to receive the Lord’s farmland?

But.

Their inner longing ultimately overcame hesitation and timidity.

A middle-aged man with a full beard squeezed out from the crowd and stood at the front of the team.

The bearded middle-aged man raised his head, staring directly at Lynn on the city wall, shouted loudly.

"I, Tommaso Newman from Benitez Manor in Boxi Town, want to become the Lord’s garrison soldier!"

Lynn glanced at the bearded middle-aged man, and a text panel instantly appeared.

Despite having no talent or skills, with ordinary five-dimensional attributes.

The bearded middle-aged man has a fairly strong body.

Plus, his Loyalty Value is showing an upward trend.

Lynn responded, "Great!"

"Tommaso Newman from Boxi Town, from this moment onwards, you are a garrison soldier of Morgan Town."

"Once the recruitment of the remaining garrison soldiers is completed, you will be allocated ten acres of privatized farmland in Morgan Town."

Tommaso Newman’s thick black eyebrows instantly raised, he quickly bent down to salute, happily saying.

"Oh, thank you, honorable Lord!"

"Whenever the Lord needs, Tommaso Newman is willing to dedicate everything to you."

"Including life!"

The farmers standing behind Tommaso Newman looked astonished.

So simple, they can become the Lord’s garrison soldiers?

And receive the privatized farmland allocated by the Lord?

Formerly as peasants, they dreamt of owning their own land.

Now with the opportunity before them and someone taking the lead, how could they still hesitate?

One figure after another stepped out of the crowd.

Loud and clear response shouts continuously echoed from their mouths.

"I, Neo Hansen, am willing to become the Lord’s garrison soldier."

"I, Holden Jefferson, am willing to become..."

"I, Oula Allison..."