System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 886 - 274: The Start of the Summer Harvest

July first dawned, and the Lord's Square teemed with a vast multitude.

Townsfolk, standing in remarkably orderly lines, presented a picture of disciplined unity.

Their posture was erect, their countenances animated with purpose, and their gazes, piercing through the assembled crowd, fixed upon their Lord upon the raised platform.

This was true even as the sky only began to lighten, and before a single word had been uttered by their leader.

Yet, in this realm where information flowed with near-complete transparency and oppression was nonexistent, both for the Lord observing and the people gathered,

this day held significant importance.

Positioned centrally on a platform one meter high,

Lynn surveyed the faces of his townsfolk, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he noticed the eager glint in their eyes.

Dispensing with any preamble, he addressed them directly.

"My people, I am Lynn, your Lord."

As the Lord's name, both familiar and novel, resonated through the square,

the already brightened eyes of the assembled townsfolk began to shine even more intensely.

Their gazes were alight with profound admiration, deep reverence, and unmistakable awe!

Lynn continued, his voice steady, "I trust you all understand the reason for this assembly."

In response, a subtle, collective nod swept through the crowd.

"Soldiers venture into the fray for the sake of honor, for the defense of their homes.

Such endeavors inevitably involve peril and demand sacrifice.

After all, the battlefield is the soldier's predestined arena!"

"The fields where we sowed 1.2 million pounds of winter barley seeds last year? That is your battlefield!"

A palpable solemnity settled upon the townsfolk.

Silence reigned, save for focused attentiveness.

"Even in land dedicated solely to agriculture, numerous hazards persist.

Heatstroke, dehydration, the sting of venomous creatures, the misuse of tools, accidental falls – the potential for dire consequences is ever-present!"

"Nevertheless, regardless of the dangers, I require you to firmly grasp your sickles and serrated scythes, and march forth into the fifty thousand acres of farmland."

"For this territory, for your own futures, to meticulously harvest every stalk, and secure it properly!"

"Do you possess the resolve?"

At the inquiry from their Young Master Lynn, the townsfolk's expressions hardened with determination.

In unison, their voices boomed,

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes..."

The unified, thunderous acclamation of five thousand townsfolk

reverberated ceaselessly across the Lord's Square.

Even those laboring at the distant Handicraft Workshop District and the even farther Aladia River docks paused, their curiosity piqued.

Lynn, hearing the inspiring and potent cry, nodded with evident satisfaction.

"Excellent!"

"You shall be organized into five contingents for the barley harvest!"

The initial contingent, numbering three thousand individuals,

would be tasked with wielding sickles and the newly crafted serrated scythes for the barley harvest.

These three thousand would then be subdivided into five distinct groups, each comprising six hundred souls.

Concurrently, the fifty thousand acres of barley fields would be partitioned into five sections, assigning each group the responsibility for harvesting ten thousand acres.

This strategic division aimed to forestall chaos and any redundant efforts.

The second contingent, a thousand strong, likewise divided into five teams, each of two hundred individuals,

would follow close behind the harvesting groups in a coordinated manner.

Their duty would be to meticulously bundle the reaped barley.

Within each team, further subdivisions into pairs could be formed, with one person focusing on organizing the straw,

while the other employed a grass rope to securely bind the bundles, thereby facilitating subsequent transportation and storage.

The third contingent, numbering five hundred individuals, would be responsible for utilizing draft horse carts and two-wheeled handcarts

to convey the bundled barley back to the town, accumulating it in the Lord's Square.

The fourth contingent, also five hundred strong, would leverage the current favorable weather conditions

to dry the barley in the Lord's Square.

The fifth contingent, consisting of five hundred individuals,

would undertake the crucial task of clearing the warehouse of debris, dust, and any vermin,

preparing it meticulously for the impending storage of the barley.

It is imperative to remember.

The winter barley sown across fifty thousand acres last winter,

irrespective of the final yield's abundance, promises a significant harvest.

Even under standard conditions, assuming a yield of one hundred and fifty pounds per acre,

the total harvest is projected to exceed a staggering 7.5 million pounds!

Consequently, pre-emptive organization of the warehouse is paramount.

The sixth contingent, comprising five hundred individuals, would then meticulously sort the dried barley,

eliminating impurities, empty husks, and any signs of mildew.

Qualified grains would subsequently be packed into linen sacks, transported to the warehouse, and systematically stacked,

with records of storage time maintained for categorical organization.

As for certain subsequent labor phases, their commencement was deferred.

Lynn had strategically integrated these roles into the initial harvesting process.

This continued until every townsfolk had been assigned their specific duties.