Lying on the large bed, Jonas was so shocked that he suddenly sat up without needing Janet's support.
Jonas stared at the guard kneeling, questioning, "Attacked? What kind of attack?"
"Didn't Eduardo take the guards to Kakasong City?"
The guard on the ground quickly explained, "Master, we encountered bandits! Many bandits!"
"They killed Master Eduardo!"
Jonas furrowed his brow tightly, "Can you identify which bandits did it?"
The guard thought for a few seconds and suddenly said, "They claimed to be the Iron Blood Bandit Corps."
Jonas's eyes narrowed slightly, "The Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps?"
The guard nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Master, it was the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps!"
Jonas's slightly narrowed eyes opened slightly, "I understand, go down and rest."
The guard bent down, stood up, and prepared to leave.
Jonas's voice sounded again, "Boger, see him out."
The guard Boger, who was waiting at the door, bent over and left the bedroom with the guard.
With the wooden door closing.
The entire spacious room resumed its silence.
Jonas glanced at Janet and said, "Your good uncles and family elders can no longer endure the restrictions."
"Finally, they couldn't hold back from taking action against their own brother!"
Janet stepped over and sat by Jonas's large bed, somewhat incredulously asking, "Grandfather, do you mean it wasn't the bandits who killed Uncle Eduardo?"
Jonas shook his head, "I don't know."
"But I know that any one of them has been coveting my position for a long time..."
"Because I've lived too long, sixty-two years... If your father hadn't had an accident, he would now be over thirty or forty years old..."
"If your father were here, with his talents and abilities, the Frank Clan wouldn't have such a chaotic end!"
Janet fell silent.
Jonas continued, "But it doesn't matter."
"As long as I'm not dead, they don't dare do anything to me, and Janet, you are also safe."
Janet lowered her head, "Yes, Grandfather."
...
The following day.
The reclamation work in the fields continued without pause.
With the addition of the dozens of draft cattle transported by Hunter, the speed of development increased significantly.
After having lunch, Lynn also joined in the sowing and planting efforts.
With a simple clay pot in his left hand, Lynn continuously scooped handfuls of barley seeds from the pot with his right hand, scattering them into the dug and fertilized furrows.
The townsmen following behind used iron hoes to cover the furrows, burying the barley seeds under a thin layer of soil.
[Planting Experience +1]
[Planting Experience +1]
[Planting Experience +1]
...
Bit by bit, the experience increased rapidly.
During these five days.
Boer led the local Merchant Guild he established, bringing their carriages to his territory once.
Nearly sixty carriages, under the cover of night, with torches blazing, entered his territory like a majestic train.
Since each carriage was drawn by a single draft horse, each carriage could carry only about two thousand pounds.
But with sixty carriages combined, the weight of the barley exceeded a hundred thousand pounds.
This was a bit short for planting fifty thousand acres of farmland, but better than nothing.
With an additional hundred thousand pounds of barley seeds, he could get these townsmen to plant an additional five thousand acres of barley farmland.
Calculating at a minimum yield of one hundred and fifty pounds per acre, this could produce an additional seven hundred fifty thousand pounds of barley!
As Lynn continuously bent his waist back and forth for several hours, sowing seeds, the day passed in an instant.
After tirelessly laboring for several hours, Lynn handed the clay pot to the townsmen and stepped out of the fields wearing his mud-stained leather boots.
Coming to the roadside to clean off, Lynn stood on the limestone road, gazing around.
Five thousand townsmen, divided into groups, were working fervently.
They didn't even need Lynn to assign guards to supervise them.
They were all diligently reclaiming land of their own accord.
For them, planting barley seeds was sowing the seeds of hope.
Only by reclaiming and planting could they avoid starvation.
This was exactly what Lynn wanted to see most.
He was the lord of this land and the master of these townsmen.
He could completely adopt a command and pressure approach to drive or even force these townsmen to reclaim and plant for him.
But such methods were naturally less efficient than instilling self-awareness and allowing them to labor voluntarily.
After a satisfied gaze, Lynn called a guard to find Gavin.
With dirt-streaked cheeks, Gavin jogged over to Lynn's side.
With respect in his words, he addressed, "Master."
Lynn acknowledged and asked, "Can you still find the cotton seeds collected earlier?"
Gavin raised an eyebrow and quickly explained, "Of course, Master."
"We have a total of one thousand eight hundred seeds, which I've kept stored well."
Lynn nodded, "Very good, select ten people from these townsmen to plant cotton."
"Around the cotton fields, set up fences to distinguish them!"
Gavin bent down, "Yes, Master, I'll do it right away."
With Lynn's permission, Gavin turned and left, gathering a group of townsmen before heading to another field.
To prepare for the cotton planting.
Planting cotton was crucial for Lynn and even more so for this territory!