System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 917 - 279: Eight Hundred Pan Rock Iron Guards (10,000) (2)

The pace of the draft horses pulling the massive stone rollers quickened considerably.

Their movements to turn over the fallen wheat stalks on the ground became increasingly thorough and precise.

The townsfolk understood that even with their heightened focus and effort, their Lord might not necessarily take notice of their diligence.

Nevertheless, they were determined to approach their tasks with the utmost sincerity and dedication.

The primary goal was to expedite the storage of the harvested barley as swiftly as possible.

This was because only after the barley was safely stored could they dedicate their energies to other essential duties.

Meanwhile, as Lynn was engrossed in accumulating valuable experience points, a caravan of carriages successfully passed the city wall's inspection point, the Rose, and proceeded into Weng City.

Under the watchful escort of a light cavalry unit, personally led by Rose, the convoy journeyed through verdant forests and expansive fields, heading towards the modest town that lay ahead.

Red, who had been a constant shadow by Lynn's side, swiftly observed the approaching caravan of carriages in the vicinity of the Lord's Square.

He moved closer to Lynn and discreetly informed him, "My Lord, a convoy of carriages has arrived."

Upon hearing Red's announcement, Lynn did not interrupt his current task of spinning.

He merely turned his head to cast a glance in the direction indicated.

Just as Red had reported, the carriages were indeed making their way towards the small town.

Beyond the carriages laden with their valuable cargo, Lynn could clearly discern a group of figures accompanying them on foot!

Even without consulting the [Holographic Map], Lynn was certain that Grayson was arriving, bringing with him the promised slaves.

Lynn continued to operate the grain windmill, meticulously spinning the grain, and waited with patient anticipation.

After what felt like a dozen minutes had passed, the distinct sound of rolling wheels reached Lynn's ears.

Amidst a chorus of excited pronouncements, Grayson's voice, both familiar and new, boomed out, "My goodness!"

"Lord Lynn, is all of this barley truly harvested from your territory?"

Lynn casually extended his left hand, engaging the mechanism to close off the barley intake on the impressive grain windmill.

This was one of the remarkable features of the grain windmill, a testament to its artifact status.

Despite its construction from the simplest of logs utilizing traditional joinery, its operation could be seamlessly controlled.

Lynn turned around to face the newcomers.

Grayson, having dismounted from his horse, gazed at the wheat stalks being expertly trampled and threshed on the Lord's Square with an expression of profound astonishment.

Standing before Lynn, Grayson still found it difficult to fully comprehend the scene.

"Isn't this amount simply excessive?"

Lynn offered a slight nod. "It is not excessive; it is merely the yield from over fifty thousand acres of winter barley planted last autumn."

Grayson's eyebrows shot upwards in disbelief as he echoed Lynn's words, "Merely?"

Over fifty thousand acres of farmland, and he referred to it as 'merely'?

Grayson even began to entertain the thought that Lord Lynn might be exaggerating for his benefit.

While Lord Lynn's territory was indeed remote and possessed abundant wild, untamed lands, based on his knowledge of Morgan Town and Kakasong City, excluding those with noble titles, most manor lords or landed gentry typically owned only a few thousand acres.

Even some of the more influential landed gentry possessed a maximum of ten thousand acres.

And here, Lord Lynn casually mentioned just over fifty thousand acres.

And referred to it as 'just'...

However, given his established familiarity and understanding of Lord Lynn and the territory itself, he couldn't escape the conviction that Lord Lynn was simply stating the unvarnished truth.

Based on his own estimations of the land area encompassing Lord Lynn's territory, it extended to at least two hundred thousand acres.

And that was a conservative figure!

The sheer immensity of Lord Lynn's territory was staggering.

Otherwise, he would not have previously exclaimed that 'Lord Lynn's territory resembles a nation within a nation.'

Unable to contain his burgeoning curiosity, Grayson inquired, "Lord Lynn, what is your estimated weight for this harvested batch of winter barley?"

Lynn did not hesitate to provide the figures. "If calculated at one hundred and fifty pounds per acre, the total yield could reach eight hundred and twenty-five thousand pounds."

Grayson's eyes widened in amazement.

One hundred and fifty pounds per acre!

Such an extraordinary amount?

Before he could even voice his surprise, Lynn continued, "If calculated at one hundred and eighty pounds per acre, the yield could reach nine hundred and ninety thousand pounds."

A look of utter astonishment settled upon Grayson's features.

One hundred and eighty pounds per acre!

This...

An unprecedented yield for barley on a per-acre basis!

Had he heard such a claim from any other lord, he would have certainly dismissed it with a scornful glance.

But in this instance, the individual making the assertion was none other than Lord Lynn!

Grayson understood with absolute certainty.

Lord Lynn was speaking nothing but the absolute truth!

In the very next moment, a daring and ambitious concept began to form in Grayson's mind.

Barley yielding one hundred and eighty pounds per acre!

Considering that Lord Lynn's territory comprised at least two hundred thousand acres of arable land, if cultivated to its fullest potential, even incorporating a three-field system for crop rotation where one-third of the land lay fallow annually, and with harvests twice a year, Lord Lynn's territory could potentially produce a staggering twenty million pounds of grain annually!

With an average daily grain consumption of three pounds per person, calculated based on this...