The first day of July.
The Lord’s Square was crowded with people.
One by one, the townsn stood in neat and orderly queues.
Their bodies stood straight, their faces full of spirit, their eyes passing through the masses in the square, gazing at the Lord on the platform from afar.
Even though the sky had just begun to brighten.
Even though their Lord had not yet spoken a word.
But in this land without oppression, where information was nearly transparent.
Whether for the Lord on the platform or for these townsn.
Today was an important day.
On the one-ter-high platform.
Lynn stood at the center, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the townsn.
Seeing the flickering eyes of the townsn, Lynn smiled softly.
Without any unnecessary words, he spoke directly.
"Gentlen, I am your Lord—Lynn."
Listening to the Lord utter the na, both strange and familiar.
The eyes of the gathered townsn, already bright, began to flicker.
That gaze was full of admiration and reverence!
Even awe!
Lynn continued, "I believe you all know why you have been gathered here on this square."
As the words fell, the townsn unconsciously nodded slightly.
"Soldiers go to battle for honor, for ho."
"There is bound to be death, bound to be sacrifice."
"Because, the battlefield is the destined place for all soldiers!"
"And the fields where 1.2 million pounds of winter barley seeds were sown last year are your battlefield!"
The expression of the townsn gradually beca solemn.
There was no movent, no whispers, just serious listening.
"Even in fields where only crops are planted, many dangers still exist."
"Heatstroke and dehydration, venomous snakes and insects, improper use of tools, accidental falls, even death!"
"But no matter how many dangers there may be, I still need you to grasp your sickles and Serrated Scythes tightly, and enter the fifty thousand acres of farmland."
"For this land, for yourselves, to harvest all the crops in the fields and bring them back for storage!"
"Do you have the confidence?"
Hearing Master Lynn’s question, the townsn’s expressions turned solemn.
They opened their mouths and shouted in unison.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes..."
The shout of five thousand townsn, so uniform, so loud,
echoed continuously throughout the Lord’s Square.
Even the workers at the distant Handicraft Workshop District and even further at the Aladia River dock looked around in confusion.
Hearing this inspiring and powerful shout, Lynn nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good!"
"You will be divided into five batches to begin harvesting the barley!"
The first batch of three thousand people.
Responsible for using sickles and so newly produced Serrated Scythes to harvest barley.
These three thousand people will be divided into five groups, each group of six hundred people.
Then, divide the fifty thousand acres of barley field into five areas, each group responsible for harvesting ten thousand acres of barley field.
This is to prevent confusion and unnecessary labor duplication.
The second batch of a thousand people is also divided into five groups, each group of two hundred people.
They will be dispatched in teams to follow behind each harvesting group.
They will bundle the harvested barley into bundles.
Each group can further be divided into two-person teams.
One person is responsible for organizing straw, while the other uses grass rope to securely bind the straw, facilitating subsequent transport and storage.
The third batch of five hundred people is responsible for using draft horse carts and two-wheeled handcarts to transport the bundled barley back to the town.
Pile them up in the Lord’s Square.
The fourth batch of five hundred people is responsible for utilizing the current fine weather to dry them in the Lord’s Square.
The fifth batch of five hundred people is responsible for clearing debris, dust, and pests from the warehouse.
Preparing in advance for the subsequent storage of barley.
Bear in mind.
The winter barley sown last winter covers over fifty thousand acres.
Whether it will be a bountiful harvest aside.
Even under normal circumstances, with a yield of one hundred and fifty pounds of barley per acre.
The harvest will yield at least 7.5 million pounds!
So, the warehouse naturally needs to be organized in advance.
The sixth batch of five hundred people is responsible for sorting the dried barley, removing impurities, empty shells, and mildewed grains.
And then, pack the qualified grains into linen bags, transport them to the warehouse for neat stacking, referencing storage ti for categorical storage.
As for so subsequent labor steps, they are yet to begin.
Lynn directly involved them in the initial harvesting.
Until all the townsn were divided and their tasks assigned.
Five thousand townsn, under the leadership of their respective team leaders, headed out of the Lord’s Square.
Watching the departing backs of the dispersed townsn, Lynn’s tense heart still hadn’t relaxed.
The sumr harvest had finally begun!
The labor force responsible for harvesting barley had also been completely allocated.
But the barely processed barley in the fields, stored in the castle warehouse,
He still felt sowhat anxious.
Lynn felt that perhaps only once the full harvest was completed could he finally set his mind at ease.
Exhaling a breath of hot air, Lynn also stepped towards the fields outside the town.
Looking at the figures encircling the edges of the barley fields, almost like a line surrounding the barley.
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