Lynn glanced at Gavin and replied.
"I understand."
Receiving the affirmative response from Master Lynn, Gavin bent over and bowed again to show his response.
Lynn’s gaze shifted, looking beyond the manor castle’s walls.
Under the glow of the torches.
The farmers’ faces, full of anticipation, slightly lifted, looking up at him from below.
Despite being in the darkness.
Their eyes were filled with hope for the future.
Lynn’s gaze swept over the faces of the farmers, his voice loud and clear.
"Perhaps some of you do not know me."
"Then let me introduce myself first."
"I am the sole Lord of Morgan Town."
"Also known as ’Fire of Lorraine’ among the residents of Kasong City."
"I am the master of all of you."
"Lynn Blake!"
Perhaps because Lynn was standing atop the city walls.
The loud and powerful voice seemed to echo above the heads of the farmers, surrounding them continuously.
Clearly and precisely reaching the ears of each farmer.
Many farmers’ faces were filled with hesitation and plexity.
A mountain fire appeared outside of Morgan Town’s Lorraine.
The surging flames illuminated half the night sky, clearly seen by the farmers.
Moreover, the armored soldiers returned stationed at the outlet of Lorraine.
With a little inquiry, the farmers could learn about what had happened.
Their Lord set the Fire of Lorraine ablaze and consigned twelve thousand lives to the sea of flames!
Lynn captured the farmers’ plex expressions and continued.
"Perhaps you feel tense and fearful."
"Perhaps you believe your lord is a bloodthirsty demon!"
"Perhaps you do not know why I did this."
"You need not know, it’s not important to you."
A few meters behind Lynn stood Gavin, his heart full of emotions.
The farmers below the city walls might not know the reason.
But having followed Master Lynn for so long, he naturally understood.
Their Master Lynn was protecting his territory and maintaining his rule, while also safeguarding the residents!
If Jon Zuck’s army was not buried in the sea of flames.
Then it would be the soldiers, it would be these farmers facing danger!
Lynn’s voice paused a moment.
"Self-introduction plete, next, let’s proceed to the theme of this gathering."
The farmers standing on the open ground instantly had their hesitations and plexities disappear.
Ever stronger curiosity and anticipation emerged.
Lynn continued loudly: "I need to construct a garrison in Morgan Town!"
"I need to select five thousand six hundred robust men from among you to serve as garrison soldiers."
"Each garrison soldier will be allocated ten acres of farmland in Morgan Town."
"This ten acres of farmland will be privatized!"
"In other words, all crops planted by garrison soldiers will be privately owned."
The farmers’ eyes widened instantly.
Their eyes full of shock looked at the Lord atop the city walls.
Really!
It’s actually true!
Just like what Gavin Agricultural Officer had told them.
The Lord will allocate farmland to them!
Moreover, it will be their privately owned farmland!
Slightly different is.
They need to bee the garrison soldiers Lynn spoke of?
Lynn once again swept a glance at the farmers and continued.
"Apart from allocating farmland, I will have Gavin Agricultural Officer teach you advanced agricultural production techniques, and will also construct irrigation channels."
"For the first cultivation and planting, high-yield crop seeds will be provided to you."
"Perhaps you wonder what advanced agricultural production techniques mean."
"Simple, heavy plow deep tillage, row sowing, along with fertilizing and watering irrigation, etc."
"If planting barley, I can assure you that the yield per acre can reach..."
At this, Lynn’s voice paused again.
Under the farmers’ expectant gazes, Lynn calmly said.
"One hundred eighty pounds!"
Wow!
As soon as Lynn’s words fell, a chorus of disbelief arose among the farmers below the city walls.
The discussions erupted uncontrollably.
"One hundred eighty pounds? How is that possible?"
"Yes! I have been engaged in agricultural planting for decades; the best yield for barley was only over a hundred pounds."
"One hundred eighty pounds... eighty pounds more than our planting per acre?"
"Incredible! Simply unbelievable!"
"..."
Listening to the mixed discussion below the city walls, which transformed into a roar.
Lynn’s expression remained calm as he raised his right hand, placing it forward.
Without any reprimand, there was no soldier maintaining order on-site.
The discussions that had been roaring now began to gradually quiet down.
Until finally.
All the farmers fell into silence.
They widened their eyes once again, looking at the Lord standing atop the city walls.
Lynn, satisfied, lowered his right hand and continued.
"Perhaps you find it incredible and impossible."
"How could farmland cultivated for decades, even generations, produce so much grain?"
All the farmers nodded in response to their Lord.
Lynn calmly said: "In your view, increasing crop yield is very difficult, even impossible."
"However, in my territory, the first improved crop planting has already taken place."
"Planted ten thousand acres of barley farmland yielding 18 million pounds of barley!"
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