System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 838 - 266: Help Me Get Dressed (10,000 Words)
During the ensuing five days.
Lynn devoted every moment to the expansion zone of the Mutated Wild Boar Farm.
Five breeding farm structures rose prominently into view.
Positioned at the breeding farm's boundary, Lynn.
Observed Jode directing a squad of builders to complete the structures' skeletons.
Next, the breeding farms required partitioning into distinct pig pens.
Dedicated solely to wild boar reproduction.
Yet.
The buildings lacked Flint’s essential small magic arrays.
Rendering them unusable for now.
Throughout those five days.
A hunting squad made its way back to the territory.
Hauling in six wild boars as well!
Though the count was modest.
He had dispatched just three groups of fifty soldiers apiece.
Allowing for ongoing captures of wild boars.
Among them, merely four or five counted as adults.
The others consisted of young wild boar piglets mere months old.
Given proper breeding, those piglets would mature in time.
After breeding enhancements, these wild boars could serve to train mountable Wild Boar Knights.
With a mere thought, Lynn accessed the Heavenly Artifacts panel for inspection.
Construction: Level 3 (846/1000) (+)
Level 4 loomed just ahead.
Lynn hiked up his sleeves and headed to the nearby breeding farm.
Ready to keep accumulating Construction skill experience.
Construction skill +1
Construction skill +1
Construction skill +1
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Not until afternoon.
Lynn at last put aside his plastering trowel and departed the farm expansion zone.
Striding along the lime road toward the town.
Lynn's eyes swept over the fields' crops flanking both sides.
Thanks to the balmy, ideal weather lately, bathed in strong sunlight.
Wilbur guided the farmers in tending them, with crops thriving splendidly.
Particularly the sown barley!
Barley in its grain-filling stage brimmed with kernels on every ear.
Lushness extended beyond isolated barley stalks.
Almost every barley plant displayed such vigor.
This reaffirmed.
The vital role of heavy plow farming, row sowing, fertilizing, channel digging, and water irrigation!
Gazing upon those barley ears.
A faint intuition stirred in Lynn.
Come August or September, the sown barley promised a bumper crop!
Barley yield per acre would surely surpass one hundred fifty pounds!
With this in mind.
Anticipation welled up within Lynn.
Initially, solely George had visited the territory as a merchant.
Now, Boer, Grayson, Alan, Kari, and more had joined.
All ferrying diverse wares to his domain.
Naturally.
They chiefly sought to trade for his fine salt or other items.
Reselling afterward to pocket the profit difference.
Merchants pursue trade fundamentally for gains.
Regarding this.
Lynn harbored no resentment.
He actively embraced these traders.
For amid their goods exchanges and profit-seeking.
They delivered an array of vital supplies to him.
Like food, hides, meat, produce, fowl, and animals, among others.
Without these merchants.
Prior territory food output barely sufficed for the daily sustenance of its vast populace.
Twenty-two thousand residents plus abundant fowl and livestock demanded his provisions.
In the territory, aside from last year's pea crop and Aladia River fishing workshop yields.
No reliable food supply existed!
Such scarcity menaced a domain surging in population and growth.
Luckily.
Over a hundred thousand acres of barley neared reaping.
Upon fully gathering this barley haul.
His territory would boast ample grain for any ambition!
Whether drawing in more populace to bolster workforce.
Or growing the forces to fortify defenses.
After a quick survey from the lime road.
Lynn advanced, making for the Lord’s Square.
He had barely settled on the Lord’s Square long bench.
From a distance, numerous cavalry silhouettes charged toward the Lord’s Square.
Townsfolk wrapping up daily labors on the lime road.
Upon hearing rearward hoofbeats thundering, they swiftly yielded the way and lined the lime road edges.
Spotting Lord Rose at the head of knights clad in Cross Armor.
Puzzlement marked their features.
Though mere common free folk and peasants.
The Church cross emblem was deeply ingrained in their minds and spirits.
They stood aside patiently as the dozen horsemen thundered by.
Only afterward did townsfolk resume their trek along the lime road homeward.
Moments later.
The riders reached the Lord’s Square.
Leading the charge, Rose scanned the area.
Spotting Lynn on the bench, Rose's eyes brightened.
He tugged the reins sharply, reining in his mount below.
The warhorse halted fully ten meters before Lynn.
Rose leaped down from the warhorse and strode briskly to Lynn.
Halting in front of Lynn.
Rose bowed deeply and said respectfully, “Master.”
“Samuel, Guard Commander of the Kakasong District Church, has come to your territory.”
“He claims to bear good news for you, my lord!”
His words concluded.