System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 893 - 275: Commander (10,000) _2
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The task of airing the crops was handed over to the townsfolk, preparing them for the subsequent drying process.
Assignments for the ongoing harvest began as he meticulously portioned out the townsfolk into work crews.
Three days have since elapsed.
Thanks to the superior efficiency granted by the Serrated Scythes, newly forged in the Blacksmith Workshop, the harvesting has shown a marked improvement.
Initially gathering six thousand acres on the first day, the output has now surged to seven thousand acres.
Once the Blacksmith Workshop successfully produces and distributes the full quota of four thousand Serrated Scythes, Lynn anticipates that the harvest will conclude in less than ten days.
He projects a completion timeline of at most seven or eight days given the current rate of progress!
As the territorial lord, Lynn is naturally keen to expedite the collection of both barley and vegetables.
This swift completion will allow him to promptly assign the five thousand townsfolk to their next set of duties!
The gathered barley, beyond its primary use as sustenance after grain processing, holds further potential.
It can be utilized in the brewery for crafting beer, and subsequently, for the distillation of spirits and alcohol!
Additionally, various other components of the barley plant offer diverse applications.
Barley straw, abundant in cellulose and other vital nutrients, serves as an exceptional fodder for poultry.
Through processing methods such as crushing and ensilage, it can be transformed into a coarse feed for cattle and sheep, aiding their digestion and growth while lowering livestock rearing expenses.
Furthermore, the inherent flexibility and resilience of barley straw lend themselves well to the creation of various handicrafts.
Items like straw hats, baskets, footwear, and even sleeping mats can be fashioned from this material.
These handcrafted goods not only possess significant practical utility but also contribute to enhancing the comfort of the townsfolk's daily lives.
Straw hats and shoes, in particular, are directly relevant to the everyday needs of the town's inhabitants.
He considered the matter for a brief moment.
Perhaps it would be prudent to have Yimini reassign two hundred women from the textile workshop to focus on weaving these straw items!
Barley straw can also serve as a fundamental material for papermaking and as a component for compost, essential for future agricultural endeavors!
The lighter and softer barley husks can be repurposed as filling material.
This includes items like the pillows used by townsfolk for rest, or the cushions adorning their wooden chairs.
If his territory had already attained a significant level of development, boasting an inexhaustible supply of diverse raw materials, he likely wouldn't be concerned with such aspects as straw and husks.
However, his territory is presently in a nascent stage of stabilized development.
Every resource, no matter how seemingly small, must be utilized to its fullest potential.
Setting aside these thoughts for the moment, Lynn once again rolled up his sleeves and pant legs, resolutely stepping into the farmland.
Amidst the curious glances of several townsfolk, he procured a Serrated Scythe and joined the harvesting efforts.
[Collection Experience +1]
[Collection Experience +1]
[Collection Experience +1]
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Gradually, the experience points began to accumulate once more.
While Lynn's personal contribution might seem minor compared to the collective effort of three thousand farmers, it is precisely this synergy, this pooling of individual efforts, that accelerates the overall harvesting efficiency.
Not only does he gain experience in his [Collection] skill, but he also contributes to the faster completion of the barley harvest.
As Lynn fully immersed himself in the task of harvesting, time seemed to accelerate.
Sweat-drenched and focused, Lynn completed the reaping of several bundles of barley before him.
He straightened up, wiped the large beads of sweat from his brow, and exhaled audibly, his breath coming in hot gusts.
Engaging in prolonged manual labor under the relentless sun, with temperatures exceeding twenty degrees Celsius, took its toll.
Even with his robust physical condition, he found himself panting for breath.
This was especially true for the townsfolk, whose physical constitutions were far more ordinary.
Their ability to endure the heat was further aided by the special peppermint water, prepared by the cook, intended to alleviate their discomfort.
Glancing upwards at the sky, which was beginning to darken, he handed the Serrated Scythe he held to a nearby farmer.
Lynn then projected his voice, announcing to everyone, "Today's work concludes here; let us return to the town!"
The farmers, who had been diligently toiling, erupted in cheers of joy upon hearing their Master Lynn's declaration.
"Thank you, Lord!"
Lynn offered a slight nod and addressed them, "Return home, have your dinner, clean yourselves up, and we shall resume tomorrow."
It is currently summertime!
These townsfolk, having just completed a day of strenuous physical activity, could easily be described as radiating a potent aroma of sweat.
Combined with their natural body odor, the cumulative effect was considerable.
If they neglected regular bathing, the amalgamation of these scents would result in an olfactory experience beyond imagining.
In fact.
He had even instructed Erin to incorporate a clause into the Territorial Law mandating daily showers during the summer and one every three days in the winter!
This regulation was not solely for the sake of maintaining a pleasant living environment for the townsfolk.
It was also intrinsically linked to their own personal health and well-being!
Lynn was determined to prevent the townsfolk's lax hygiene from causing an epidemic! Having issued his directives, he watched as the farmers, with renewed purpose, began gathering and organizing their tools in an orderly fashion. Lynn then took the initiative, leading the way back to the town. Upon his return to the Lord's Square, he settled himself upon a remarkably clean and polished long bench. His eyes surveyed the townsfolk as they trickled back into the settlement. After a short pause. The rhythmic sound of approaching footsteps echoed from his right. Just as Lynn was preparing to turn and see who it was, Yimini, the textile workshop's forewoman, spoke, her voice reaching his ears. "Master." He observed Yimini as she executed a slight bow in greeting before straightening up, her expression a mixture of bewilderment and anxiety.