On Master Lynn's land, they actually use salt to soak seeds?

Indeed, is this the generosity of a Lord with a salt mine?

However.

Tate just braced himself and took notes on this information.

Lynn sat on a bench not far away, watching Kuisi arrange everything in an orderly manner.

As Kuisi experienced more and more, she understood more and more.

She had already become mature.

While Kuisi was arranging people, Lynn also began to contemplate in his mind.

For fifty thousand acres of farmland, if each acre in the spring required twenty pounds of barley seeds.

One million pounds of winter barley seeds are needed!

Currently, the winter barley seeds on the land total only a hundred thousand pounds!

This was because Lynn had specifically instructed Grayson previously.

Grayson had just come last time and transported back fifty thousand pounds of winter barley.

The remaining winter barley can only be collected by having merchants continuously purchase in full force.

Thinking of this, Lynn's gaze looked into the distance.

It was precisely at the land's farthest end, in the direction of the waterfall with a drop of seven or eight meters.

If the waterfall could be blasted open, or if a lock could be built, utilizing lock technology could solve the problem of not being able to use ship transport...

But now, with limited conditions, development can only proceed step by step.

Retracting his gaze.

It was enough for Kuisi to arrange the selection of winter seeds, so Lynn didn't need to worry.

Moreover, with Tate, a scholar enthusiastic about agriculture, onsite making detailed records.

Once he fully understood and mastered the principles, he could be reassigned to the school for re-education of the village's children and townsmen.

The planting technology of the land would become more perfect and faster.

Lynn, with Red, walked and patrolled through the village.

In the Blacksmith Workshop, Ehrelo was leading his more than a hundred apprentices in making wing-shaped spears.

Even before getting close, Lynn heard the crisp sound of metal clashing.

Lynn glanced from afar and was about to leave when Ehrelo's voice sounded behind him.

"Master Lynn!"

Lynn turned his body and looked back, only to see Ehrelo striding over quickly.

Looking at Ehrelo, whose face was full of a smile, Lynn asked.

"What is it?"

Ehrelo hesitated before speaking, "Master Lynn, is the land reclamation going smoothly?"

Lynn nodded and was just about to speak when he suddenly understood the implication behind Ehrelo's words.

This guy came to claim the reward for making a hundred Wheel Plows!

A hundred Wheel Plows would be one hundred Gold Pounds.

However, Lynn did not mind at all.

The Blacksmith Workshop had been working almost day and night to rush the work.

Enduring the high temperatures of the blast furnaces and kilns, they were engaged in high-intensity forging labor every day.

Lynn naturally understood how hard it was.

Having undertaken the task, Ehrelo and his apprentices completed it, and they should rightfully receive a reward.

Thinking of having seen only two Gold Pounds left a short while ago, Lynn pondered for a few seconds.

He spoke, "I don't have that many Gold Pounds right now, but I can exchange it with twenty-four thousand pounds of wheat!"

Hearing Lynn's words, Ehrelo was not disappointed; instead, he became even more delighted.

Ehrelo quickly said, "Wheat? That's even better!"

As a blacksmith, although his daily wage was higher than an ordinary farmer's, he still couldn't afford wheat as a staple.

In fact, he hadn't eaten wheat for a long time!

Not to mention those apprentices whose former jobs were farmers.

On Master Lynn's land, there were very few places where Gold Pounds were needed.

Lynn nodded, "Later, you can go to Kuisi to get it, just say I told you."

Ehrelo quickly bowed, "Thank you, Master Lynn."

Receiving Lynn's response, Ehrelo left joyfully.

There were still nearly eighty thousand pounds of wheat in the warehouse.

The most used was the mixture of wheat and barley, made into bread.

The rest was used for Lynn's own consumption.

Stepping forward, Lynn arrived at the Bow and Arrow Workshop.

Walking into the workshop.

The current Bow and Arrow Workshop had already started production.

Numerous apprentices were engaged in various labors at different positions.

The secondary processing of Purple Fir Wood, carving out the bow blanks, initial grinding, shaping by roasting, reinforcing with molds, making bowstrings...

Even though their techniques were still very unfamiliar, they were already able to form a complete production line.

As long as they were given sufficient time, their efficiency would become higher, and the speed of producing longbows would increase.

Just after teaching an apprentice how to use a mold to shape a longbow's body, the standing Foreman Jose immediately noticed Lynn in the workshop.

He hunched over and came in front of Lynn, "Lord."

Lynn glanced at Jose and directly asked, "How many longbows have been made now?"

Jose quickly explained, "Since the workshop just started, although these people have some carpentry skills, they're complete novices in bow-making. Large-scale production will take time..."

"So far, only five longbows have been made."

Lynn frowned, "The efficiency is too slow."

"It's late September now. I need to see a hundred longbows by the end of October, two hundred by the end of November, and three hundred by the end of December!"

Jose wanted to speak but hesitated.

Lynn stared directly at Jose, "What's the problem?"

Hearing Lynn's questioning tone, Jose replied with difficulty, "Master Lynn, I also want to make them quickly, but you've seen them..."

Lynn said sternly, "It's easy to solve."

After speaking, Lynn turned his gaze toward everyone in the Bow and Arrow Workshop.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!"

Hearing this imposing and dignified voice, the apprentices stopped their work and looked at Lynn.

Lynn continued, "I brought you here not to enjoy life!"

"In one month's time, if you can't produce a hundred qualified longbows, you'll all be executed!"

"This isn't a threat. It's an order!"

Upon these words.

The faces of the hundred workshop apprentices were filled with terror, and they dared not speak.

Lynn looked back at Jose, "Foreman Jose, is there still any problem now?"

Feeling Lynn's cold gaze, Jose was filled with trepidation.

His speech was even slightly stammered, "No... no problem, Lord!"

Lynn acknowledged and walked out of the bow-making workshop under everyone's gaze.

Seeing Lynn off into the distance.

Jose withdrew his gaze and looked at the workshop apprentices, "What are you still looking at?"

"Aren't you going to start working quickly? Waiting to die together?"

Jose knew that the Lord's words were not only for these apprentices.

They were also said for him to hear.

On the Red Brick ground, Lynn continued walking.

Jose had his cautious thoughts, but to Lynn, they were just minor concerns.

In the face of a death threat, what could he do alone?

He urgently needed this batch of longbows, not just to arm the soldiers guarding the city walls.

He also needed these longbows for the outbound war planned for the coming spring!

With long-range attack weapons, they could minimize the soldiers' casualties as much as possible.

As for why exactly a hundred longbows by the end of December...

Lynn needed to allow ample time for the soldiers to learn the longbow, and be able to use it proficiently!

Later on, Lynn went to the Pottery Workshop.

With Level 3 Production skills, Beo and Layla were already leading fifty apprentices in pottery production.

Inside the workshop, there was a kiln for firing pottery, eliminating the need to dig a kiln cave outside the town on a slope.

Most pottery products made were for the daily use of residents and various containers.

It was a supplement to the town's daily goods.

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