System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 882 - 273: Celebrities of Kakasong City (10,000 Words) (Part 3)

Following this, twenty thousand acres were devoted to pea cultivation, and an additional ten thousand acres were set aside for pasture development.

As June had not yet concluded, Gavin had already surpassed the allocated task!

Naturally, this achievement was not solely due to Gavin's leadership and management skills.

A significant contributing factor was the increased number of oxen available for plowing within the territory.

With a larger ox population, the utilization of the wheel plow enabled the cultivation of more arable land.

Lynn expressed his approval, stating, "Well done."

"For the upcoming three days, continue the cultivation efforts, aiming to cultivate an additional forty thousand acres of farmland," he instructed.

"Afterward, assign these lands to Wilbur, and once the winter barley harvest is complete, begin planting peas and pasture."

Gavin was on the verge of responding when a thought seemed to strike him.

He inquired with a hint of puzzlement, "Master, should we assign all the townsfolk to Wilbur?"

Lynn affirmed with a nod, "Yes, let Wilbur manage them."

"Your assignment will be to Morgan Town, where you will lead the newly recruited free people in harvesting all the crops there!"

Gavin slightly lowered his head, remained silent, appearing to contemplate the directive.

Lynn prompted, "Gavin, if you have any questions, feel free to voice them directly."

Upon hearing this, Gavin quickly responded, "Master, you have misunderstood. Gavin has no questions."

"Gavin will act precisely according to your instructions."

Lynn acknowledged, "Both you and Wilbur have been with me for a considerable time, and I have taken note of your performances."

"As townsfolk under the lord's command, the lord's directives are absolute."

"While I am not obligated to explain my decisions to you."

"I am still willing to share the reasoning behind them."

Gavin listened with rapt attention.

Lynn elaborated, "In terms of agricultural production, you and Wilbur are the townsfolk most familiar with and knowledgeable about the planting techniques I have imparted."

"I have faith in your capabilities!"

"This is precisely why I have appointed you as foremen, to guide and train those who have recently joined the territory."

"Agricultural production within the territory is vital, as is the production taking place in Morgan Town."

"Within the lands I possess, the cultivable area is substantial, extending to at least three hundred thousand acres."

"However, this vast area is only relative."

"As time progresses and the territory's population expands, even with continuous improvements in our agricultural production techniques."

"The yield of food from these three hundred thousand acres of farmland will eventually reach its limit."

Gavin remained silent, merely nodding in agreement.

The Master Lynn's words were straightforward and easy to comprehend.

Lynn continued, "Therefore, if the territory is to sustain a larger population and develop a more robust labor force, it must acquire more arable land!"

"Compared to the wastelands beyond the city walls, which demand extensive labor for reclamation."

"The land in Morgan Town, already under cultivation, is clearly a more advantageous option."

"Certainly, the considerable distance between Morgan Town and the main territory presents potential dangers."

"This is an undeniable reality."

"However, for the territory to persist in growing stronger and to endure amidst the prevailing chaos, such risks must be taken."

Gavin's body suddenly tensed.

He looked up, his gaze meeting Lynn's directly, and declared with unwavering resolve.

"Master, Gavin is prepared to go to Morgan Town. Even if it means facing death, I will not falter!"

Lynn offered a helpless smile, "Rest assured. Even when I dispatch you to lead a group of farmers to Morgan Town."

"I shall also arrange for a cavalry unit to accompany you, ensuring your safety."

"Furthermore, Earl is presently stationed in Morgan Town."

Upon hearing this, Gavin couldn't help but release a sigh of relief.

He expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Master."

Lynn responded with a nod.

He then dismissed Gavin, instructing him to resume leading the townsfolk in the next phase of cultivation.

Lynn strode back towards the small town.

With the matters concerning the territory's harvest and the situation in Morgan Town resolved.

His immediate priority was to task the blacksmith workshop with improving the harvesting tools!

Upon returning to the small town, he proceeded to the handicraft workshop district.

Under the watchful eyes of several blacksmith apprentices, Lynn entered the main blacksmith workshop.

Lynn directly summoned the foreman, Ehrelo.

As Ehrelo approached Lynn with a somewhat puzzled expression, he called out, "Master?"

Lynn nodded, cutting directly to the chase, "Select two hundred blacksmith apprentices who possess some forging experience, and have them learn my method for producing the Serrated Scythe!"

Ehrelo's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Serrated Scythe?"

He was about to inquire further when he caught Lynn's stern gaze.

Ehrelo ceased his questioning and promptly replied, "Yes, Master. I will make the arrangements immediately."

With those words.

Ehrelo immediately withdrew and commenced making the necessary arrangements.

After a brief survey, Lynn walked over to a forge that appeared relatively organized.

He donned a sturdy leather apron and a pair of robust gloves.

Picking up a lengthy iron clamp close at hand, he proceeded to open the adjacent kiln.

Immediately, a violent wave of intense heat washed over Lynn's entire being.

The sheer warmth and the feeling of being scorched struck him forcefully.

This intense thermal wave registered at least several hundred degrees Celsius!

Lynn merely knitted his brows, his right hand moving with remarkable speed to snatch a piece of iron, glowing a fiery red-orange, from the fiercely burning kiln.

With the glowing metal set upon the anvil, Lynn swiftly closed the iron extraction gate of the kiln.

Only at this point did the oppressive heat begin to diminish gradually.

Yet, in those mere few seconds, perspiration had already drenched the entirety of Lynn's back!