Standing in Lord’s Square, Lynn observed for a short while.
Lynn walked towards the cafeteria in the distance.
The harvested winter barley in the territory was still being dried.
On the farmlands, Gavin was leading the farrs in cultivation.
In the Handicraft Workshop District, each foreman was leading the apprentices in intense production.
The Territory Court had already entered the phase of foundation excavation and construction.
Other mineral excavation, ranch breeding, and so on.
Everything was progressing in an orderly manner.
With Kuisi and the various foren managing, as long as no unexpected situations arise.
Essentially, he need not worry too much.
This is the advantage of hierarchical managent!
As the Lord, he was responsible for the highest level of strategic decisions.
Mid-level managers handled communication and departntal coordination.
Grassroots managers were responsible for specific task execution and implentation.
Each level had clear authority and professional scope.
Coupled with specialized division of labor in different positions, workers labored in their respective posts.
Practice makes perfect.
It helps improve workers’ efficiency and production quality!
Of course.
Due to limited managent talent, the current hierarchical managent system was not perfect.
But fortunately, it had already taken shape.
It can be developed step by step, slowly.
With such a system, Lynn had more ti to himself.
He could go fishing, or gain experience.
Or settle down and think about future developnt plans for the territory.
Entering the cafeteria, Lynn picked up the kitchen knife placed aside and started cooking.
Thud, thud, thud~
In a mont.
The dull sound of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board continuously echoed in the kitchen.
[Cooking Experience 1]
[Cooking Experience 1]
[Cooking Experience 1]
...
Little by little, the experience slowly increased.
Until noon.
Among the surprised gazes of the townsn, Lynn finished his lunch in the cafeteria before walking out.
He sat on a shaded bench not far from the cafeteria, taking a few comfortable breaths of fresh air.
The constant burning of wood and anthracite, with the heat surging around, almost turned the entire kitchen into a kiln.
Even wearing thin clothing could not dispel the heat from his body.
Plus, the thick grease smoke easily clung to his skin.
As a result, he was now emitting the sll of grease and sweat from head to toe.
Most importantly.
The burning of firewood and anthracite would produce large amounts of carbon dioxide and carbon monoxide, among other harmful gases.
This could easily affect the health of the chefs!
It’s not just the kitchen.
The dining hall of the cafeteria was even more so.
The open dining hall was broad, enough to accommodate thousands eating simultaneously.
Because of this.
The dining hall was also filled with the sll of sweat.
As those coming to dine at the cafeteria were townsn who engaged in daily physical labor.
Combined with the current temperature of nearly thirty degrees.
Even after working for just half a day in the morning.
They were like drowned rats pulled from the Aladia River.
Sweat-soaked from head to toe.
For labor, he arranged for the chefs to make mint tea for the townsn to relieve heat and cool down.
For heavy sweating, with his salt factory and the stable amount of fine salt produced daily, there was no need to worry.
Adding fine salt to the dishes was enough to replenish the salt lost by the townsn through sweat.
Apart from dishes, the bread produced could also have an appropriate amount of fine salt added.
Not only does it regulate dough ferntation, but it also enhances the flavor of the bread.
Besides this.
He needed to find a way to change the dining and cooking environnts of the cafeteria.
With a slight thought in his mind, Lynn had already made a decision.
The best way was to make hydraulic windmills and install wooden exhaust fans in the kitchen and cafeteria.
Harness the endless power of the Aladia River with a rotating water wheel to drive the hydraulic windmill, which in turn drives the exhaust fan.
Thus, promoting air circulation in the kitchen and cafeteria and improving their dining and working environnts!
If it were previously, with the labor quantity and tal bearings needed for making the waterwheel and exhaust fan, it would have indeed been difficult.
But now it’s different.
His territory already had an almost mature Handicraft Workshop District.
The Blacksmith Workshop could make the waterwheel, drive shafts, bearings, and gear systems, etc.
The Woodworker Workshop could produce fan blades and so on.
And with the labor numbers from the two workshops, reallocating twenty people for production.
It wouldn’t affect the production efficiency of either workshop at all!
With this thought.
After a short break, Lynn stood up from the bench and headed towards the Handicraft Workshop District.
Due to the maturation of winter barley, he hadn’t visited the Handicraft Workshop District for more than half a month.
Amid the townspeople’s respectful gazes, Lynn arrived at the Woodworker Workshop.
Leading the carpenter apprentices in making large machinery, Colin saw Lynn entering the workshop through the apprentices’ notification.
After instructing a few apprentices, he hurriedly walked towards Lynn to greet him.
Standing in front of Lynn, Colin bent slightly, speaking respectfully: "Master."
Lynn responded, walking through the workshop while his eyes scanned the workshop and the teams of apprentices.
He asked, "How’s the progress on the large machinery production?"
Following closely behind him, Colin answered quickly, "Master."
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