As he walked, Lynn's eyes observed the fields on both sides.
In the midst of farming, teams of farmers were wholly absorbed in their labor.
Despite the fact that plowing and planting would exhaust the farmers' physical energy.
The farmers did not have a trace of complaint, nor did anyone want to shirk in their work.
Lynn's eyes shifted, looking ahead at the rows of red brick houses.
Even as the lord of this small town and this domain, Lynn couldn't help but be astonished.
The total population of the territory now reached twenty-two thousand people!
Apart from those living outside, like mining workers and others.
At least more than fifteen thousand people lived in the small town!
Estimating roughly, each red brick house accommodates a family or two people.
The small town has at least ten thousand red brick houses.
Ten thousand red brick houses!
In an instant, Lynn thought of the simple wooden shacks built with a flint axe when he first arrived on this overgrown wasteland.
