The draft horses dragging the stone rollers moved at a more frequent speed.

The actions of turning over the wheat stalks on the ground became more meticulous.

The townsmen knew that even if their work attitude became more serious,

the Lord might not notice.

However, they just wanted to maintain as earnest an attitude as possible towards their labor.

To speed up the storage of barley as much as possible.

Because only by quickly completing the storage of barley can they engage in other labor.

While Lynn was diligently gaining experience.

A convoy of carriages passed the inspection of the city wall Rose and entered Weng City.

Under the escort of a team of light cavalry led by Rose, they drove through forests and fields towards the small town ahead.

Red, who had always followed like a shadow, quickly saw the convoy of carriages outside the Lord’s Square.

He stepped over to Lynn’s side and reminded him.

"Sir, there’s a convoy of carriages."

Upon hearing Red’s words, Lynn did not stop his spinning movement.

He only turned his head and looked over.

Just as Red said, the carriages were approaching the small town.

Apart from the carriages filled with cargo,

he could clearly see a group of figures following behind the carriages!

Even without opening the [Holographic Map] to check,

he could know that Grayson was definitely bringing slaves for him.

Lynn continued to spin the grain windmill without pause,

while waiting patiently.

After a dozen minutes,

the sound of rolling wheels reached Lynn’s ears.

In a burst of excited exclamations, the unfamiliar but familiar voice of Grayson sounded.

"Oh my God?"

"Master Lynn, is all this barley harvested from your territory?"

Lynn moved his left hand and closed the barley entry on the grain windmill above.

This is one of the magical aspects of the grain windmill as an artifact.

Even though it’s made with the simplest logs and tenon-mortise structures,

it can be opened and closed at any time.

Lynn turned around to look behind him.

Grayson, who had dismounted from his horse, looked at the wheat stalks being trampled and threshed on the Lord’s Square with wonder on his face.

Standing in front of Lynn, Grayson still couldn’t believe it.

"Isn’t it too much?"

Lynn nodded slightly, "It’s not too much, just the over fifty thousand acres of winter barley planted last fall."

Grayson’s eyebrows shot up, and he repeated Lynn’s words with disbelief.

"Just?"

Over fifty thousand acres of farmland, and just?

Grayson even began to suspect that Master Lynn was boasting to him.

Even if Master Lynn’s territory is remote, with plenty of wild grassy wasteland,

according to his understanding of Morgan Town and Kakasong City, 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

excluding lords with titles,

most manor lords or lord nobility only own a few thousand acres of land.

Some powerful lord nobility have at most ten thousand acres.

Master Lynn casually says just over fifty thousand acres.

And just...

However, given his familiarity and understanding of Master Lynn and this territory,

he naturally knew that Master Lynn was just stating the facts.

Based on his estimation of the land area of Master Lynn’s territory,

at least over two hundred thousand acres.

This was his conservative estimate!

Because the territory of Master Lynn was simply too vast.

Otherwise,

he wouldn’t have previously exclaimed that ’Master Lynn’s territory is like a country within a country.’

Grayson, unable to suppress his curiosity, asked,

"Master Lynn, how much do you estimate this batch of harvested winter barley will weigh?"

Lynn did not hide, "If calculated at one hundred and fifty pounds per acre, it could yield eight hundred and twenty-five thousand pounds."

Grayson’s eyes widened.

One hundred and fifty pounds per acre!

So much?

Before he could speak, Lynn continued,

"If calculated at one hundred and eighty pounds per acre, it could yield nine hundred and ninety thousand pounds."

A look of astonishment appeared on Grayson’s face.

One hundred and eighty pounds per acre!

This...

An unheard-of yield for barley per acre!

If he had heard such a yield from any other lord,

he would surely have given them a disdainful look.

But now, the person saying this was Master Lynn!

Grayson naturally understood.

Master Lynn was speaking the truth!

The next second,

a bold idea surfaced in Grayson’s mind.

Barley planted, yielding one hundred and eighty pounds per acre!

Based on Master Lynn’s territory having at least two hundred thousand acres of farmland,

If fully cultivated, even using a three-field system for crop rotation,

where one-third of the farmland is left fallow each year, and harvested twice annually,

on Master Lynn’s territory, it could yield twenty million pounds of grain in one year!

With an average daily intake of three pounds of grain per person,

calculated this way...

The produced grain could fully support more than twenty thousand people for a year!

A scale of twenty thousand people is already nearly half the population of Kakasong City.

The most crucial point is,

his estimate of two hundred thousand acres of farmland on Master Lynn’s territory is conservative.

Moreover,

Master Lynn has already built two outpost fortresses on both sides of the vast grassy wasteland outside the territory walls.

And has completed paving the red brick roads from the walls to the outpost fortresses.