The next morning.

Lynn woke up early.

After enjoying the egg and fresh meat breakfast carefully prepared by Kuisi, Lynn walked out of the red brick house.

Walking on the clean and tidy red brick road, Lynn cast a glance back at Red.

"Red, do you know how to fish?"

The territory was now developing rapidly and orderly.

With Gavin and Wilbur, along with the dozens of helpers assigned to them.

The planting of winter barley seeds did not require much of his attention.

In each workshop, he appointed capable townsmen as foremen, and if any issues arose, they could directly approach the workshop foreman.

If nothing else, there was Kuisi, who had the [Well-organized] talent, serving as the steward.

The safety and order within the territory were managed by the Red Guard Team.

The security and defense at the city walls were handled by Rose and the five hundred soldiers she led.

The merchants entering the township for trade were handled by George.

Lynn felt that if nothing major happened in the small town now, even if he left for a while, there wouldn't be any big problems.

It seemed a self-generating work ethic had already formed!

As long as they were given a goal, and then the tools and food, they would spontaneously and quickly complete the tasks.

Red looked at Lynn with some surprise and said, "I've never tried fishing, but I have led Kuisi to spear fish in the river before!"

Lynn nodded, "Then come fishing with me later."

Previously, he had been busy arranging farming matters and had not yet tried out the [Fishing] function he had gained.

Now was a good time to try, enjoying some leisure!

Then.

Lynn went to the Blacksmith Workshop.

In the Blacksmith Workshop, Ehrelo was leading a group of apprentices in crafting large iron pots.

Upon seeing Lynn, he immediately approached him.

But before he could speak, Lynn shooed him away.

He had come to the Blacksmith Workshop only to make a fishhook.

With his Two Levels of [Forging] skills, making a small fishhook was a casual task.

Holding the slightly small and delicate fishhook in his hand, Lynn went to the Textile Workshop.

Approaching a woman weaving flax thread, he had her weave a two-millimeter thick, three-meter long flax line to make a fishing line.

Once the fishing line was woven, Lynn went straight to the Woodworker Workshop.

From the piled logs, he found a three-meter-long branch!

Under the questioning gazes of several Carpenter Apprentices who were left to guard the place, Lynn tested the branch for strength and flexibility.

The branch in his hand was a white ash branch approximately four centimeters in diameter, tough and elastic.

Lynn estimated that it could easily handle raising a six to seven-pound fish.

Then, Lynn picked up a plane and started to smooth it.

This was to make the surface of the fishing rod smoother, preventing the line from snagging and breaking!

After smoothing the fishing rod, he used a slipknot method to bind the fishing line to the end of the fishing rod.

He then tied the fishhook he had made in the Blacksmith Workshop.

A complete fishing rod was finished!

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Following the red brick road beneath his feet, Lynn walked towards the dock beside the Acadia River.

In the dock pavilion, several townsmen waiting for the return of boats transporting iron ore hurriedly stood up.

They respectfully addressed him as "Master Lynn."

After nodding slightly, Lynn walked down from the riverbank of the dock.

Reaching a spot where shallow and deep waters met, Lynn sat on a wooden chair placed by Red.

With a motion of his hand, he hooked a prepared piece of chicken giblet as bait onto the hook.

Holding the rod with his right hand, his left hand let out the line.

As the line was released, he lowered the fishing rod in his right hand.

With a splash.

The bait fell into the water, continuously sinking.

Until a small section of reed rod in the middle of the fishing line floated on the water's surface.

The sinking bait finally stopped, floating gently in the water.

Looking around, Lynn felt somewhat dazed.

He never dreamed that one day he would become a noble fishing enthusiast again.

Despite the extremely rudimentary fishing equipment, the feeling was unimaginable.

Time slowly passed by.

Lynn's mindset was full of calm.

He had endured several days without catching anything before, so these mere tens of minutes meant nothing.

Still a long way to go!

In the Acadia River, fish were never lacking.

From the moment Lynn first arrived here and made Fishing Cages to catch fish, he knew it.

The Acadia River was rich in fish resources.

You could say.

Because of the Acadia River and the fish species within,

The river fish caught with Fishing Cages, after being smoked and sold, provided Lynn with the first funds for territory development.

With these initial funds, he purchased barley and wheat, then brewed beer with the barley, drawing George in...

From then on, everything in the territory unfolded.

Lynn felt that calling Acadia River the 'Mother River' of this territory wasn't excessive at all.

Though after trading with merchants, they obtained more grain and meat.

The fishing in the Acadia River was gradually forgotten.

But Lynn always felt that the fishing industry was very important.

Not only could it provide additional sources of meat, but wild fish also contained high-quality protein and unsaturated fatty acids, replenishing the nutrients needed by the townsmen!

The fish oil extracted could be used for lighting, as well as to waterproof the construction of boats.

Like gears in a waterwheel, the drive system could be lubricated using fish oil as well...

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