Rolling up his sleeves, Lynn stepped into the farmland, joining in.
Gathering heaps of weeds, he picked them up and spread them evenly across the furrows that had sprouted wheat seedlings.
While laying the weeds, Lynn checked the condition of the wheat seedlings on the furrows.
Despite the recent cold weather, the wheat seedlings had turned a bit yellowish.
However, the wheat seedlings were merely in a state of growth stagnation.
Once spring arrives and the temperature rises, these wheat seedlings will burst forth with new vitality, thriving robustly in adequate fertility!
[Planting Experience +1]
[Planting Experience +1]
[Planting Experience +1]
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Covering the wheat seedlings with weeds doesn’t require much skill.
It’s something anyone can do.
Therefore, four thousand townsmen collaborated in division of labor, achieving high efficiency.
It was only by afternoon that Lynn stopped his actions.
He stepped out of the farmland and onto the lime road, scanning his surroundings.
In nearly a day’s time, at least seven thousand acres of farmland were covered with weeds!
Lynn quickly calculated in his mind.
With six days left until snowfall, at this rate of work, they could cover the remaining less than fifty thousand acres of farmland completely.
Lynn nodded in satisfaction.
Indeed, many hands make light work!
Time swiftly passed.
Suddenly, it was evening.
With Lynn’s command to finish work and eat, all townsmen working in the farmland let out a synchronized cheer.
"Thank you, Master Lynn."
They cautiously walked among the furrow troughs, careful not to cause a misstep or fall that could crush the wheat seedlings.
Lynn strode with the crowd, headed toward the town.
As all townsmen returned to the town and entered the cafeteria, Lynn also headed toward the castle.
However.
Before Lynn reached the castle gate.
The sound of fast galloping hooves arose behind him.
The sound grew clearer as it approached.
Lynn turned his head to look.
The build was not tall but evidently quite robust.
The soldier’s standard plate armor bulged round.
The soldier dismounted swiftly, stepped forward, and stood about five or six meters from Lynn.
He bent his waist, his voice ringing from the metal mask: "Master, there are two riders outside the gate seeking an audience with you."
Recognizing the familiar voice, Lynn instantly knew this soldier was Earl, whom he had promoted to be Rose’s assistant!
Lynn frowned slightly, inquiring, "Two riders? Who are they?"
Earl replied, "Master, they claim to be a knight accompanied by his knight’s follower..."
Lynn pondered in his mind.
Earl dared not inquire, standing honestly awaiting instructions.
After a few minutes, Lynn spoke, "Bring them to the castle then."
Earl didn’t hesitate, responding, "Yes, Master."
Immediately.
He approached the horse, agilely mounted the warhorse.
Pulling the reins, he directed the horse.
With a press to the horse’s belly, the warhorse galloped toward the dim wasteland outside the town.
Townsmen returning to the town made way for him.
Watching Earl’s receding figure, Lynn’s frown deepened.
Indeed.