A large pile of parts assembled together made it difficult to discern their specific purpose.
Tariq noticed his gaze and imdiately provided an introduction.
"My lord, these are the tools we use to manufacture bows and arrows, which we half-elves have been researching and improving for hundreds of years!"
"With them, we can greatly enhance production efficiency."
As he spoke, he stepped forward to demonstrate.
Although they appeared unremarkable from the outside, Tariq’s operation and explanation piqued Lear’s interest significantly.
Using these tools for production was indeed much more efficient than manual labor.
Satisfied, he nodded.
"Very impressive, over at the Blacksmith Shop, we’ve already acquired new blueprints for longbow production... I will have Bulin co and study to improve your production tools."
"They might co in handy."
"Are you all very familiar with making bows and arrows?"
"My lord, our overall combat ability as half-elves doesn’t compare to other races, so we can only use bows and arrows to compensate for our weaknesses."
Tariq’s face showed a hint of bitterness, which was a natural disadvantage of his race, hard to change.
The height of an adult half-elf was just over a ter tall, similar to a human child of six or seven years old.
With such a small physique wanting to survive in the Wilderness, they had to rely on other ans.
Bows and arrows beca the choice for half-elves after countless painful lessons.
Lear nodded slowly.
"In the future, focus on producing bows and arrows for Weilu City."
"Since you’ve joined the territory, you are no longer alone."
"Our army will stand before all the residents, using the war saber in our hands to protect everyone behind us, including you."
His tone was calm, yet imnsely powerful.
The half-elves around him showed changed expressions, their faces filled with excitent and fervor.
A wandering race had a strong desire for a sense of security.
The ability for half-elves to quickly adapt and integrate into Weilu City was due, apart from knowledge, to the fulfillnt of their security needs here.
Now, with Lear’s personal promise and the impressive scenes of the army’s return yesterday, emotions soared once again.
Tariq clasped his chest and bowed, his gesture the epito of humility.
"Willing to serve you to the death!"
Lear nodded, patted Tariq’s shoulder, and said no more.
After inspecting and understanding the situation in detail, he didn’t linger further and turned to leave.
An industry needs ti to nurture, as do skilled workers and mature systems.
There was no need to rush.
Not far from the door, he saw several Delthas approaching excitedly.
They ca within seven or eight ters and imdiately clasped their chests and saluted.
"Good day, Lord..."
Lear raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Is there sothing you need?"
"My lord, we are staff from the fish farm... The dragon blood red fish eggs have hatched!"
Lear’s eyes imdiately lit up.
Just ten days ago, the dragon blood red fish successfully laid eggs, a mont he had been thrilled about.
He didn’t expect the eggs to hatch so quickly?
He imdiately asked the two to lead the way there.
Arriving at↑ the northern fish farm, about a dozen staff mbers were gathered around a separate fish pond, excitedly discussing sothing.
Seeing Lear’s arrival, they saluted and quickly made way.
"My lord, please look..."
Lear stood by the fish pond and looked down.
In the clear waves of the water, tiny eggs hanging from the walls of the pond were now mostly empty, with only the tiny shells drifting about.
A multitude of tiny dragon blood red fish fry, each half the size of a grain of rice, were happily swimming in the pond.
The pond was densely packed, enough to make soone with a fear of clusters feel their scalp tighten.
Lear felt incredibly pleased.
Dragon blood red fish were 2 Stars magic life forms.
They were not only a rare and exquisite delicacy but also could permanently enhance physical strength.
This thing could certainly beco a specialty of the territory, worthy of focused cultivation and developnt.
With these eggs hatched, the fish farm’s scale could be expanded a hundredfold!
And here, in the swamp, water is the least scarce resource.
"Go fetch Bain for ."
"Yes..."
The nad Deltha imdiately turned away, and in no ti, the Mud Swamp People Hero ca excitedly.
"My lord... the dragon blood red fish have hatched?"
His tone carried extre joy.
With a smile, Lear nodded, motioning for him to look at the pond of fry.
"The hatch rate for the dragon blood red fish is not low. Judging by this status, perhaps we can have more than a hundred thousand hatchlings this ti!"
"Currently, our fish pond range is too small."
"We need to replan an area for breeding."
The reproduction of fish is astonishing; they can lay thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of eggs at once.
In the water, fish have countless natural enemies, requiring a large base number to maintain the population.
But artificial intervention can avoid such loss, making the hatched fry pure profit.
Bain replied in a relaxed tone.
"Naturally... My lord, we had anticipated this and if the fish farms are moved 5 kiloters north↑, there is a large muddy area that could be expanded to a thousand acres in size."
"It’s enough to et breeding needs for a long ti."
"I have already arranged for soone to plant Fish Tail Grass ahead of ti ..."
Lear nodded in satisfaction.
Bain’s ticulousness was what Lear appreciated most about him, as the chief executive, his ability to manage with such attention to detail was rare.
"Go ahead with the planning."
"But keep this fish pond, don’t abandon it."
"In the future, if the territory’s constructions expand to here, this could be turned into a viewing pond."
"As you wish..."
After handing over things here, Bain eagerly went down to start deploying manpower to extend the new fish farm.
In tandem, the planting area of Fish Tail Grass would also need significant expansion because the previously cultivated amount could not satisfy the demand for breeding hundreds of thousands of fish.
Lear was in a good mood at the mont.
The Three-tailed Piglets were having litters, and the Dragon Blood Red Fish were hatching.
Everything was moving in a positive direction.
Military strength was increasing significantly, and the territory was not left behind.
Having settled things here, Lear returned to the fish pond, took his dedicated rattan chair, and started enjoying watching the fish while sipping tea.
High-intensity battles had ended, and a few days of relaxation were needed.
The physical pressure could be endured, but the ntal stress had to be eased.
It was around noon when Bain returned, his face full of joy after a busy morning.
"My lord, good news!!"
Seeing the smile on the Mud Swamp Person’s face, Lear couldn’t help but feel moved. He had been working tirelessly from morning until night, pushing himself to the extre.
It was quite hard for Lear to watch.
He advised earnestly.
"Bain, for the establishnt of those departnts, you must proceed as soon as possible, even if suitable personnel are not available, set up the frawork first and fill it later."
"The true manager doesn’t do everything personally, but rather supervises and manages, leaving specific tasks for the people below to execute."
"As the territory is expanding, future affairs will beco busier, and even if you work 24 hours a day with no rest, it will be impossible to handle everything."
Bain was taken aback at first, then smiled wryly.
"My lord, I was thinking of having them learn more before selecting personnel..."
"There’s no need for such complexity, those who don’t et the requirents or have inadequate abilities can be replaced."
"I permit you to make mistakes, you don’t need to be so fearful and timid."
Bain’s heart was instantly ward. Such trust was sothing money couldn’t buy.
Lear said no more, as this matter required Bain to adjust by himself.
"What was the good news you ntioned earlier?"
Bain snapped back to attention, once again becoming excited.
"The half-elf working in the field just evaluated that the Swamp Wheat can be harvested by October 1st!"
With the population of Weilu City increasing, the food in the warehouse was decreasing rapidly each day.
Bain’s inner anxiety was practically written on his face.
At this mont, upon learning of this news, he abruptly let out a large sigh of relief.
The burden that had been weighing on him was finally lifted.
With these thousands of acres of wheat, there was no concern about food scarcity for a long ti in the future.
After harvesting, the second round of planting would follow.
Swamp Wheat matures every three months of the year, and it can even normally grow in the cold weather of winter.
A maximum of four planting seasons can be achieved in a year.
Once the first round of harvest is done, the pressure will ease.
Lear was also quite delighted.
Having a fixed food output, Weilu City genuinely stood its ground.
With this, even with significant population growth, there’s no fear of lacking food.
This was crucial for Weilu City, now hanging alone in the Wilderness.
Cumulatively, military, territorial construction, industrial developnt, and agricultural production were all progressing smoothly.
Satisfying.
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