System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 964 - 287: Want Them to Live? (10,000 Words)

Lynn didn't need any directions.

Janet, nestled in his arms, was flushed.

She scaled Lynn's body with both hands and feet.

Gazing into Lynn's unrestrained eyes fixed upon her form.

Janet's own body seemed to melt, her face moving closer to Lynn's.

Their faces pressed together intimately.

Feeling the delightful softness of Janet resting against him.

Observing Janet's eyes as they fluttered shut, her lashes trembling ever so slightly.

Lynn finally let go of his restraint.

He opened his arms, encircling Janet's delicate waist.

His left hand moved upwards, his right hand downwards, beginning to explore.

Not much time passed.

Janet's body underwent a noticeable transformation.

Janet slowly opened her eyes, gently pulling her face away from Lynn's.

Simultaneously, her body, reclining on Lynn, slowly sat up.

In the very next moment.

Janet's eyes flew wide open.

An hour later.

With Janet's blushing face attending to him, Lynn put on a lightweight silk robe.

Lynn exited the bedroom and entered the reception hall.

After consuming the breakfast prepared by Kuisi, he departed the castle accompanied by Red.

Treading along the smooth, even red brick pathway, passing by the red brick residences.

Beneath the respectful gazes of the townsfolk, Lynn reached Lord's Square.

The far eastern horizon was already beginning to radiate light and warmth.

Dispelling the lingering darkness, it illuminated the entire world.

Lynn's gaze swept across his surroundings.

In the expansive open area of the square.

A few farmers were diligently sun-drying and winnowing the barley.

The winter barley he had planted last year had yielded a staggering nine million nine hundred thousand pounds.

Currently, the barley and wheat being sun-dried and winnowed were all sourced from Morgan Town.

Morgan Town's workforce capacity is quite limited.

Rather than employing temporary laborers to sun-dry and process the harvests after they were gathered.

It was more efficient to transport the harvested crops back to the main estate.

Deploying a few hundred farmers from the estate's workforce could easily manage the sun-drying and processing tasks.

More critical than the sun-drying and processing itself.

Was the urgent need to harvest all the crops within Morgan Town swiftly!

Because the timing of potential conflict remained uncertain.

Only by ensuring sufficient food reserves could his estate continue its rapid development.

After observing for a short period.

Finding that all operations were proceeding in an orderly manner, Lynn felt a measure of relief.

Perhaps owing to the somewhat remote location of his estate.

Even though the Karedi Empire had already initiated a war to assert imperial authority.

With Marquises, Dukes, and even Princes declaring war upon one another.

Yet, up to this point.

The ravages of war had not yet reached Morgan Town, or his estate.

This, naturally, was a favorable development for him.

As long as hostilities were avoided, he would have more time to strategically plan the development of his estate.

Engaging in agricultural production, fostering artisan crafts, recruiting and training soldiers, and advancing technological capabilities.

All aimed at augmenting the overall strength of the estate.

His estate crucially required more time!

Pulling his gaze back, Lynn strode purposefully towards the nearby mess hall.

He had already finalized the estate's production and construction blueprints.

And had disseminated these plans to every supervisor across all industries and workshops.

In the realm of agricultural production, Wilbur was overseeing approximately five thousand farmers in the cultivation and planting of peas and black rye grass.

The peas harvested would supplement the residents' diets or be utilized in creating concentrated feed for livestock and food for poultry.

Planting peas in the arable land also served the vital function of fixing nitrogen, thereby enhancing soil fertility and improving its structure.

Black rye grass offered comparable benefits.

With the Simeon family, renowned horse trainers brought by Alan, now integrated into the estate.

Intensified efforts in breeding and multiplying warhorses were imperative.

Whether in terms of manpower allocation or resource commitment.

Even if the breeding cycle for a warhorse was inherently lengthy, it was a task that had to be undertaken.

Because.

Until more advanced machinery could be developed and produced.

Warhorses would remain the most effective mode of transportation and a crucial combat tool.

What required immediate attention now was.

To continuously accumulate experience while awaiting the completion of the estate's production cycles.

Entering the mess hall and proceeding to the kitchen.

Grasping two bone-cutting knives firmly, he began to slice downwards repeatedly onto the cutting board, nearly half a meter thick.

Thud~ Thud~ Thud~

The resonant chopping sounds echoed ceaselessly within the kitchen.

[Cooking Experience +1]

[Cooking Experience +1]

[Cooking Experience +1]

...

As the experience points gradually accumulated, time seemed to accelerate.

After sharing the lunch he prepared with Red, Lynn left the mess hall.

Heading towards a shaded bench situated not far away, Lynn sank onto it with a sigh.

Red, who had been following closely beside him, brought over a water jug, offered it to Lynn, and prompted:

"Master."

Responding to the call, Lynn turned his head to look.

Spotting the water jug in Red's hand, he took it without hesitation and greedily drank several large gulps.

A refreshing coolness spread throughout his body.

It was already early August, the peak of the heat within the Karedi Empire.

The relentless sun beat down upon the earth.

Even the air itself seemed to shimmer with heat, constantly distorting the view.