System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 903: Chapter 276: What Daydreaming?

They paused their actions, stood up straight, and looked at each other.

Among this group of Free People, a tall and burly middle-aged man turned around.

His gaze swept over Gavin once again, and he asked.

"Are you the lord of Morgan Town?"

Gavin stared at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"I am not."

As soon as Gavin’s voice fell, the middle-aged man’s voice followed up.

"If you’re not the lord, why meddle?"

"We’re hired to work!"

"The Boer Merchant, who hired us on behalf of the lord, told us clearly."

"The lord hiring us will not provide us with food or shelter."

"However, we can get one-tenth of the crops harvested each day as payment."

"Moreover, the Boer Merchant never said anything about restricting our working hours!"

"So, as long as we’re willing, we can work as long as we want!"

Gavin’s eyes narrowed, his gaze shifted, scanning the Free People behind the middle-aged man.

He noticed that those Free People had faces full of mocking amusement.

Gavin’s gaze fell on the middle-aged man, colliding with his gaze unceremoniously.

He said loudly, "The lord only needs farmers who follow orders and work steadily."

"As for those who shirk or loaf around, he has always punished them severely."

Gavin’s words suddenly changed.

"Even though I’m not the lord, I’m the foreman responsible for managing the harvest and planting in Morgan Town on behalf of the lord."

"I have the power to bind you!"

"If Free People don’t follow orders, I can dismiss them at any time!"

The middle-aged man’s face darkened slightly and he fell silent.

The mocking expressions on the Free People behind had disappeared at some point.

Gavin continued, "The harvest in Morgan Town has just begun!"

"You think, with the power of five hundred of you, you can harvest all the crops in Morgan Town?"

"What a pipe dream!"

"The cultivated land area in Morgan Town is at least over one hundred thousand acres!"

"How many pounds of crops one hundred thousand acres produce... you, engaged in agricultural labor, know it better than anyone."

"Even if you work yourselves to death, how much can you harvest in a day?"

"One acre, one hundred pounds? Or two acres, two hundred pounds?"

"Hmm?"

"Answer me!"

Under Gavin’s sweeping gaze.

The Free People dared not look him in the eye, and all lowered their heads.

Seeing no one answering, Gavin once again looked at the middle-aged man.

He continued, "Even if each of you can harvest two acres a day, or even three acres, what then?"

"Five hundred people can only harvest one thousand five hundred acres in a day."

"Morgan Town has over one hundred thousand acres of cultivated land!"

"Calculating this, the five hundred of you need to harvest continuously for how long?"

"Sixty-seven days! More than two months!"

"Even if you’re excited now, with boundless energy."

"But how long do you think you can maintain this state?"

"Three days? Five days? Or can you last a few months?"

No one among the Free People dared to speak.

Gavin took a few steps forward.

His voice became more forceful and cold.

"If you don’t comply with my work plan arrangement..."

"Even if you have endless energy, willing to work through the night..."

"Sorry, don’t say tomorrow, you’ll be dismissed today!"

The eyes of the Free People contracted.

They naturally knew Gavin was threatening them.

Although there were only Gavin and three farmers standing in front of them.

At this moment, Gavin exuded a powerful aura from head to toe.

Because he represented the lord of Morgan Town, acting on behalf of the lord of this land.

As soon as he orders, these newcomers to Morgan Town would be dismissed!

They couldn’t do anything to Gavin.

Moreover, this was not the result they wanted.

If it were before arriving at Morgan Town, before seeing this large expanse of land waiting to be harvested.

If they were not yet sure that they could get one-tenth of the crops as reward.

Upon hearing Gavin’s words, they would surely sneer and leave.

But now, after seeing everything before them.

They knew that the reward promised by the lord of this land, one-tenth, was real!

They definitely didn’t want to be dismissed!

Seeing the middle-aged man had lowered his head, Gavin continued.

"It’s getting late, so I won’t waste words."

"Those willing to follow my work plan arrangement, return to the town now."

"Food and accommodation have been prepared for you in the town to rest."

"Of course, as this gentleman said, the lord did not promise you any accommodation or food."

"If you want accommodation and food, you can trade it for the crops you’ve harvested today."

"One day’s food and lodging, only costs... one pound of wheat!"

"Eat well, rest well for the night, and continue with the harvest tomorrow."

After speaking, Gavin’s gaze swept over the Free People once again, watching everyone’s expression changes.

After looking around, he didn’t find any Free People with drastic expression changes.

Gavin’s heart slightly relaxed.

This idea was naturally instructed by Master Lynn himself.

Free People hired and accepting jobs in Morgan Town would naturally not want to leave.

Moreover.

Though they traveled far and brought some food, it would certainly not be much.

And lacking safe shelters against the elements.

Plus, with so much reward they could earn for a day’s work now.

Spending one pound of wheat to exchange for a day’s food and accommodation.

Fair and reasonable!

Seeing that no one made a move, Gavin’s tone changed slightly.

"Those who don’t want to follow my orders..."

"Now can leave!"

"The way is under your feet, you can leave Morgan Town anytime and go anywhere you want."

"Regarding encountering wolves or bandits on your way back, it has nothing to do with us!"

Hearing this, the Free People couldn’t help but look at each other again.

Seemingly trying to get a desired answer from the eyes of one another.

Gavin didn’t care, stepping forward, heading toward the town first.

Only his words floated in the air, entering the Free People’s ears.

"Everyone, it’s time to make a choice!"

Watching Gavin and the few farmers’ backs, the crowd’s faces were full of hesitation.

Until a few minutes later.

A man’s unwilling voice sounded.

"Everyone, my child at home is sick, I really need this job to earn money to take him to the doctor, sorry..."

The words fell.

The man stepped forward and adamantly followed Gavin.

"Me too, my wife and children need me to earn money to support the family."

"Although he is restricting our working hours... but on second thought, he’s actually doing it for our benefit, isn’t he?"

"Reasonable work, reasonable rest, we can work for longer periods..."