System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 902 - 276: Daydreaming

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Meanwhile, in Morgan Town.

At the border of a vast wheat field.

Gavin remained stationary, observing the distant silhouette of a diligent team at work.

A slight furrow creased his brow.

After a brief pause.

A running figure appeared within his field of vision.

Approaching swiftly and halting before him.

A farmer, clad in simple linen attire, panted and reported, "Lord Gavin, they... they believe there is still ample time..."

"They wish to harvest more barley and sell it..."

Hearing the farmer's report, Gavin could only shake his head.

Despite the encroaching darkness of the evening.

Even though he had instructed the farmers to inform the newly arrived five hundred Free People that their work was concluded.

These five hundred Free People not only showed no inclination to cease their labor but were instead eager to continue harvesting.

Prior to his arrival in Morgan Town, Master Lynn had already informed him.

That regardless of the quantity of crops the hired Free People harvested daily, they would receive one-tenth of the yield as compensation.

This anticipated outcome was precisely what he had foreseen.

The reason was simple.

One-tenth of the harvest as compensation was an exceptionally generous offer!

Consider the over five hundred acres of wheat fields before him; each acre was expected to yield approximately one hundred pounds of grain.

With the typical labor capabilities of a farmer and moderately adequate tools, harvesting two acres of wheat could be accomplished in a single day!

This implies.

That these Free People could gather nearly two hundred pounds of wheat after a day's toil.

They would then receive one-tenth of this amount, equating to twenty pounds of wheat.

Calculating based on the market price he was aware of, which was two pence per pound.

A Free Person could earn forty pence each day!

It is crucial to remember that the standard daily wage for farmers performing basic physical labor for a lord was a mere one penny.

At most, two pence.

Now, the compensation had increased by a staggering twentyfold.

The offered reward was, quite frankly, excessively generous!

Furthermore, this form of compensation seemed to possess no upper limit.

As long as these Free People pushed themselves and worked diligently, they had the potential to earn even greater rewards!

Such an incentive, let alone for these farmers and Free People who had long endured meager compensation.

If he himself had not joined Master Lynn's territory and taken on the role of a farmer's foreman.

If he hadn't become accustomed to the extensive cultivation scale of Master Lynn's domain.

And if he hadn't witnessed Master Lynn's magnanimous approach to rewarding land ownership.

He would likely have been among those Free People.

Straining with all his might to harvest crops, driven by the prospect of earning one-tenth as compensation.

However, after a moment of reflection.

Gavin couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for joining Master Lynn's territory and becoming a Townsman.

Without Master Lynn's influence, he could never have dreamed.

That as a mere farmer, he might one day have the opportunity to acquire a piece of privately owned land.

Although attaining land ownership would undoubtedly demand prolonged effort and dedication.

It was now an achievable aspiration!

Differing experiences invariably lead to differing perspectives on life.

Just as he perceived it now.

Regardless of the immense effort these Free People exerted in harvesting the wheat.

Receiving one-tenth of the yield as compensation.

When contrasted with the prospect of owning a piece of private land, it was truly insignificant.

To say nothing of the annual crop yield a privately owned plot could generate.

The intrinsic sense of security derived from possessing land that belongs solely to oneself could never be replicated by any other form of monetary compensation.

Suppressing these musings, Gavin began walking towards a soldier clad in Composite Armor in the distance.

Addressing the soldier with a demeanor that was neither overly deferential nor arrogant, he stated, "Please convey a message to the Earl on my behalf."

"I require his assistance in dispatching a contingent of soldiers to ensure order during the Free People's barley harvest."

The soldier's expression grew serious, and he promptly responded, "Understood, Agricultural Officer Gavin. I shall depart immediately."

As the soldier concluded his statement, he bowed slightly and swiftly moved back towards the distant Morgan Town.

Observing the soldier's retreating figure, Gavin softly repeated the soldier's title.

"Agricultural Officer?"

Gavin let out a sigh of resignation.

He had been dispatched by Master Lynn to Morgan Town specifically to organize the hired Free People for the harvest.

However, Master Lynn had not yet officially bestowed upon him the title of Agricultural Officer.

This was not something he particularly concerned himself with.

As long as he could ensure a stable livelihood for his wife and son.

As long as he could guarantee their safety and escape the constant struggle for basic sustenance.

Regardless of how arduous or exhausting the work became, he did not mind.

Gavin, accompanied by several farmers, proceeded towards the waiting wheat fields.

Upon seeing the teams of Free People ahead, their faces alight with enthusiasm as they wielded sickles and harvested with vigorous energy.

Gavin drew a deep breath and called out in a resonant voice to all the Free People present.

"Everyone, today's harvest work has concluded."

"You may return to Morgan Town and recuperate!"

Upon hearing Gavin's decree, the Free People, who were hunched over in their harvesting, simply cast a fleeting glance over their shoulders before plunging back into their work.

They remained utterly indifferent to the displeased tone in Gavin's voice.

The farmers accompanying Gavin exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of how they could assist him further, as they were merely laborers dispatched from Master Lynn's territory at Gavin's request.

Observing their dismissive retreat, Gavin's expression hardened, and he bellowed,

"Are you hard of hearing?"

"I declared that today's labor can cease!"

As Gavin's voice escalated, more Free People became aware of his pronouncement.