Master Lynn's words were extremely brief.

So brief that there were only a few words!

However, within these simple words, they felt an inexplicable wave of emotion.

"Sow! Sow!"

"Autumn planting! Autumn planting!"

"..."

Looking at their excited expressions, Lynn didn't waste any words.

He began to assign tasks to the three thousand townsmen.

Division of labor and cooperation have always been, in Lynn's view, the most efficient way to work.

The first group used iron hoes to dig furrows in the fields.

The second group carried the continuously accumulated compost to fertilize at intervals of about twenty centimeters.

The third group took the selected and soaked winter barley seeds for sowing, placing them atop the compost.

The fourth group covered the soil, gently burying the furrows using iron hoes and rakes.

Repeating this process, all fifty-five thousand acres of cultivated land were completely planted!

With a command from Master Lynn.

All the assigned townsmen marched majestically toward the fields not far away.

From this moment on.

Autumn tillage officially began!

Planting winter barley was much like planting peas, both using a strip-sowing method.

It allowed the winter barley enough space to grow, while reducing the wastage of piled compost.

Later, they could also apply spot fertilization and irrigation.

It could be said that strip sowing was the best planting method Lynn could think of and achieve for now.

The early October in the Karedi Empire had become somewhat chilly.

But the townsmen planting in the fields were full of fervor on their faces.

They were exerting their strength, aiming to plant next year's hopes into the land.

They hoped for a great harvest in July or August of the following year.

Although Master Lynn was the owner of this land, the townsmen as the lord's townspeople shared the same thought.

Because the harvested barley was not only Master Lynn's property but also the food everyone depended on for survival.

Lynn stood on the limestone road outside the field.

One by one, the townsmen carried their tools, either shouldering loads of compost or driving horse-drawn carts transporting barley seeds...

When they saw Lynn, they all bowed, respectfully calling him 'Master Lynn.'

After observing for a while, Lynn rolled up his sleeves and joined the planting team.

[Planting Experience +1]

[Planting Experience +1]

[Planting Experience +1]

...

With previous experience in pea planting, many townsmen had already mastered the technique of strip sowing.

Lynn found that, even without his instructions.

These townsmen who learned strip sowing were teaching others live on a one-to-one or one-to-many basis.

In other words.

After several hands-on teaching sessions before, he had successfully taught the farmers the strip sowing planting method.

In the future, he would no longer need to conduct face-to-face strip sowing teaching.

Thinking of this, Lynn couldn't help but smile.

Like gaining experience, effort would always bring rewards.

It wasn't until nightfall.

That Lynn finally stopped.

He glanced at the vast field that had been planted in just half a day.

Lynn began to ponder.

Three thousand townsmen continuously and diligently farmed for five hours, planting approximately a thousand acres of barley.

Among the three thousand townsmen, a thousand were busy transporting barley seeds, compost, and so on.

Only about two thousand were directly involved in sowing.

If calculated over a whole day, at most two thousand acres could be planted!

If no unexpected situations happened, a month's time would be enough to complete planting all fifty-five thousand acres of farmland.

If efficiency improved further, it might even be finished a few days earlier.

Thinking of this, Lynn felt a burst of satisfaction.

As the sky grew dark and dim.

Lynn shouted loudly to everyone: "That's it for today, everyone go back and rest!"

Lynn's voice was not loud, but with guards continuously passing on the command around.

This order quickly reached the ears of every townsman in the field.

Bursts of grateful cheers echoed through the fields.

Lynn smiled calmly and took the lead back to the small town.

In the crowd.

The scholar Tate, who was learning and recording strip sowing, felt his skin tingle as he witnessed the scene.

As a lord, Lynn actually took the initiative to call all the townsmen who were planting to rest?

This... Is this really the real world?

Tate felt like he was dreaming!

Wasn't a lord supposed to exploit free people or peasants to the extreme?

Tate didn't dare to ask, nor would anyone answer him.

Seeing the cheerful and excited expressions on the townsmen's faces, Tate couldn't help but be infected.

Tate felt that the lord's land was incredibly miraculous.

Like a paradise.

Everyone could realize their value, without worrying about hunger or oppression.

Without needing to worry about life-threatening dangers!

Tate sighed in his heart, feeling that staying on this land could be a very wise choice.

…

By the time Lynn returned to the small town.

The night had already enveloped the entire world.

In the open space left in the town, large bonfires built with dozens of logs were blazing fiercely.

Under the night's wind, the fierce flames swayed continuously, illuminating the front of the town brightly.

The sparks flew skyward.

The cooks had already finished preparing the evening meal and, in groups of twos and threes, were carrying various dishes from the kitchen to the wooden tables in the open area.

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