System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 881: Chapter 273: Celebrities of Kakasong City (10,000 words)_2

Striding out from the Lord’s Square, he headed towards a vast expanse of arable land in the distance.

He stood still in front of a crop that had grown to nearly a meter high.

Lynn’s gaze swept over the scene ahead.

In the gentle breeze, the plants swayed continuously, resembling golden waves.

The air was filled with a rich and distinctive aroma of barley.

He slightly lowered his head to observe the robust stalks in front of him.

On the stalks, yellowing leaves loosely clung to them.

Strings of mature barley grains, akin to smooth pearls, were embedded in the ears of grain.

Thanks to Gavin and Wilbur, who led the farmers in dedicated care.

Fertilizing, pest control, and irrigation.

Coupled with the heavy plow cultivation and the warm environment of the Karedi Empire.

The barley he planted matured earlier than he anticipated.

The barley is mature.

For him, and for this land, it is good news!

If only this field of barley can be harvested.

At least for a short while, his territory would no longer need to worry about food shortages.

Afterwards.

No matter how expensive the market prices become or how scarce food becomes, it would not affect his territory!

Lynn stepped carefully along the limestone road between the fields, continuously scanning the barley on either side.

Soon, he realized.

The mature barley was just the winter barley planted last winter.

The spring barley planted this year was still in the grain filling stage.

The transition from the grain filling stage into maturity, waiting for the barley grains to fully develop, would take at least half a month.

This timing conveniently allowed the winter barley harvest to be staggered.

Waiting for the farmers to finish harvesting the winter barley, drying it in the sun, threshing, using the grain winnowing machine.

After screening and pest-proof treatment, the barley could be stored.

By then, it would be mid to late July, and the farmers could be engaged in the harvest of the spring barley.

As he walked along.

Lynn noticed that aside from the winter barley.

The onions, garlic, carrots, lettuce, and spinach that were planted had entered the harvest period.

Seeing these mature crops, Lynn felt a slight relief.

These were the results of his and the townsmen’s collective hard work!

After making a round through the fields, Lynn approached the townsmen who were engaged in reclaiming wasteland.

Very soon.

Another issue surfaced in his mind.

He needed to arrange for the free people recruited from Kakasong City to harvest the crops planted in Morgan Town’s lands.

Simultaneously.

He also had to arrange the townsmen in his territory to harvest the winter barley and other crops planted.

His territory held over fifty thousand acres of barley fields.

Morgan Town comprised a total of one hundred and twenty thousand acres of land.

Even if some forested hills and pasture lands were excluded, the area seeded with crops still amounted to eighty or ninety thousand acres!

Leaving aside Morgan Town.

The fifty thousand acres within his territory alone required a substantial labor force.

Lynn’s mind whirled with ideas.

A solution emerged.

Wilbur, leading the farmers caring for the fields, had two thousand people.

Gavin was leading the townsmen engaged in cultivation, boasting three thousand individuals!

Three days hence, cultivation of wasteland would cease.

He could completely gather these five thousand individuals and deploy them into the imminent summer harvest!

Five thousand people harvesting fifty thousand acres of barley—it was enough labor.

Furthermore.

He needed to consider how to enhance the efficiency of the townsmen’s barley harvesting!

Improving the townsmen’s harvesting skills in a short period was virtually impossible.

The only possibility lay in the barley harvesting tools.

With an exploitable open-pit iron mine, six iron smelting furnaces, and a Blacksmith Workshop, along with a large number of blacksmith apprentices.

Especially after the demise of the five manors on Morgan.

His territory was hardly lacking in iron tools.

However, he could modify those traditional sickles.

In his mind, a new type of modified sickle—the serrated scythe—was clearly remembered.

A short handle, thin blade, lightweight, with a serrated edge, extremely sharp.

Perfectly suited for harvesting straw barley and similar stalk crops!

While Lynn pondered, he had reached a front of reclaimed farmland.

Three thousand townsmen, divided into different batches, were diligently working in the grassy wasteland.

Even though it was now afternoon with the blazing sun overhead.

They remained unremitting, wholeheartedly plunging into cultivation work.

Standing on the limestone road, Lynn glanced around.

Under Gavin’s leadership, the range of reclaimed grassy wasteland was vast.

As far as he looked, he could hardly see the boundary.

During Lynn’s patrol, Gavin ran over from the field ahead.

Coming before Lynn, Gavin wiped the sweat from his cheek, respectfully addressing him.

"Master."

Lynn glanced at Gavin.

Perhaps due to the daily sun exposure.

Compared to their last meeting, Gavin’s skin had darkened significantly.

At this moment, his trousers and shoes were stained with dirt.

Lynn acknowledged Gavin’s presence with a nod and asked, "It’s just three days until the end of June."

"How is the progress on reclamation?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin swiftly explained, "Master, so far, we’ve reclaimed at least thirty-eight thousand acres of farmland."

"With three more days, we should be able to reclaim around forty thousand acres!"

Lynn’s brows slightly lifted.

The initial task he assigned to Gavin was to reclaim at least thirty thousand acres of farmland.