System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 929 - 281: Judgment Without Mercy (10,000 Words) (2)

"Perhaps following your arrival in this territory, you have all been pondering your next steps."

"Perhaps you haven’t yet grasped the unique characteristics of this land..."

Two formidable men exchanged a questioning glance, inquiring, "Unique characteristics?"

Tyrone affirmed, lifting his chin, "Indeed, unique characteristics!"

"Even though we’ve only been here for less than a day."

"I’ve felt a profound sense of tranquility emanating from this soil!"

"A feeling of living in peace and abundance."

"Looking at the faces of the townsfolk engaged in their labor, I’ve detected no hint of stress or apprehension."

"Only serenity and ease are evident..."

"I’ve never encountered such a peaceful environment and atmosphere back in Pan Yan City."

Tyrone’s gaze subtly shifted, settling upon a figure peacefully slumbering on a bed of straw nearby.

"It’s not only the townsfolk."

"Haven’t you observed that since we set foot in this territory, our fellow soldiers have been sleeping soundly?"

"No longer burdened by worries of enemy breaches, nor the fear of being struck down by enemy spears in our sleep..."

His words drew the attention of the two burly men, their eyes following his gaze.

They observed the soldiers already lost in deep slumber, the gentle rhythm of snoring audible in the quiet night.

The tension lines on their foreheads began to soften.

Tyrone offered a slight smile, stating, "If you still consider me your commander and are willing to heed my guidance, then embrace this land and live contentedly."

"If your desire is to act otherwise, I will offer no obstruction."

"However, be prepared to face the consequences."

"For the ruler of this territory possesses a strength far exceeding what meets the eye!"

He concluded his speech, then continued.

"Very well, it is getting late. Everyone should get some rest."

"Tomorrow morning, there is still work to be done!"

Witnessing Tyrone settle more comfortably into his seat, the two burly men lowered their heads respectfully.

They offered no further words and took their leave.

With their departure, the Lord’s Square reverted to a profound quietude under the nocturnal sky.

Only the gentle crackling of the campfire and the steady cadence of slumbering breaths remained.

...

Time has marched forward, day by day.

Through the concerted efforts of the farmers, the barley stacked in the Lord’s Square has steadily diminished.

Following processes of crushing, threshing, drying, and winnowing, it has all been safely stored within the castle's granary.

The castle boasts specially constructed storage areas capable of holding immense quantities.

Not merely millions of pounds of grain, but tens of millions can be accommodated with ease!

Storing provisions within a castle protected by vigilant guards is undeniably the most secure option.

Even though the mess hall necessitates a substantial daily allocation of grain for the three meals served to the townsfolk.

Lynn, however, favors organizing dedicated transport teams over amassing vast quantities of grain haphazardly.

Cereal crops such as barley are fundamental to the survival of this territory.

Should any lapse in security lead to unforeseen fires consuming the warehouses filled with grain,

such a catastrophe would inflict a devastating blow upon the townsfolk!

Lynn, having concluded his duties in the kitchen for the day, took a seat on a wooden bench in the Lord’s Square, surveying his surroundings.

In less than ten days, the final batches of barley will be completely dried.

Once processed by the farmers, they can be safely stored.

Following a meticulous statistical analysis,

he will ascertain the precise yield in pounds of barley harvested from the expanse sown with 1,200,000 pounds of winter barley seeds!

This is not merely a harvest report.

It is also a crucial assessment of his innovative planting techniques, including deep plowing, seed drilling, and fertilization.

If a remarkably successful harvest is realized, future agricultural endeavors within the territory may adopt the current methodologies.

Concurrent with the drying and threshing operations,

Wilbur, alongside the farmers of the harvesting contingent, successfully concluded the gathering of over 10,000 acres of vegetables.

Thanks to the temperate climate prevalent in the Karedi Empire,

combined with the specialized care provided by farmers in fertilization, watering, and irrigation,

the produce—cabbage, carrots, onions, and various other vegetables—flourishing under optimal growing conditions, collectively weigh nearly ten million pounds.

Given this considerable volume, beyond fulfilling the daily nutritional needs of the townsfolk,

the surplus vegetables can be preserved through drying, pickling, cellar storage, transformation into sauces or purees, or smoking.

With Lynn possessing an ample supply of high-quality salt, the extensive use of fine salt for pickling and preservation is entirely viable.

As Lynn takes a moment to rest,

in the distance,

six to seven heavily laden carts make their way along the packed lime road connecting the harvested fields.

Approximately ten minutes later,

the carts arrived at Lord’s Square, coming to a halt after the distinct sounds of the drivers reining in their horses.

A figure, both robust and agile, dismounted with practiced ease.

Lynn’s attention was captured; it was Earl.

Earl covered the ground quickly, approaching Lynn with purposeful strides.

He inclined his body slightly, addressing Lynn with respect, "My Lord."

Lynn cast a glance at Earl, then directed his gaze towards the carts trailing behind him.

"You’ve returned from Morgan Town. Is there an issue?"