[Planting Experience +1]
[Planting Experience +1]
[Planting Experience +1]
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Time was swiftly passing by.
In the blink of an eye, it was already afternoon.
Lynn, slightly sweaty, stepped out of the farmland.
With a thought, he opened the [Heavenly Artifacts] panel.
[Planting: Level 2 (251/500)] (+)
Through these days of continuous clearing, his [Planting] skills were finally more than halfway there.
In just six or seven more days, it would be upgraded to Level 3!
Lynn's gaze shifted, looking towards the distant mountains.
There, over a dozen carriages were moving steadily towards the direction of the town.
Perhaps because he had lowered the price to barter fine salt, or maybe because he had told Boer he was willing to exchange food for above-market prices.
Now, almost every three or four days, local traders under Boer's trading firm would transport carts of food onto his territory.
Though each carriage was drawn by a single draft horse, with limited carrying capacity, at most around fifteen hundred to two thousand pounds.
But little things add up!
In the absence of barley seeds for planting, he could only accumulate bit by bit.
Due to the frequent trades, Lynn directly handed over the transactions to George.
Being originally a local trader of crops, he was more than adept at such transactions.
Lynn walked back to the town.
In the Lord's Square at the front of the town, more than a dozen children, only three or four years old, were playing leisurely.
In their hands, blocks of damp yellow clay dug from the ground were being continuously molded as they kept throwing them...
Unlike those older children, they couldn't wield wooden swords and spears or draw the longbow.
They could only play with mud here.
Compared to children outside the territory, they were fortunate.
They didn't have to worry about hunger, nor about the safety of their lives being threatened by bandits at any moment.
Tate had already left the territory a few days ago.
Accompanied, naturally, by the guard Lynn had arranged through Rose.
If Tate returns, the territory will have more scholars knowledgeable in various subjects.
There's no need for them to teach these students philosophical thoughts.
Lynn only needs them to have these children, the townsmen in the territory, learn to read and write!
And according to different divisions of labor, learn different skills for different jobs, and undergo preliminary on-the-job training.
That would be enough.
As Lynn was watching the children playing in the Lord's Square.
Old John came walking over from a distance.
Lynn turned to look, speaking to Old John: "Is there something you need?"
Coming beside Lynn, Old John bent down a bit.
"Master, if you don't mind, during the time Scholar Tate is away, I can take over the teaching tasks for these children..."
Lynn gave Old John a surprised glance.
Before he could ask, Old John explained: "Master."
"The hospital isn't very busy now; apart from some small scrapes and bruises among the townsmen, there's no other treatment work to be done."
"The only thing is, you had the guard send over more than a hundred pounds of herb seeds, which are being planted now."
"After all, idle hands are the devil's workshop..."
Looking at Old John, who seemed hesitant to speak, Lynn nodded and said: "Of course, if you're willing to take over temporarily, that would be the best!"
Receiving Lynn's response, a hint of happiness appeared on Old John's face.
Lynn continued: "Once the scholars and teachers at the school, as well as the curriculum, are complete."
"We can arrange a weekly or daily class on herbal treatment for these students!"
Perhaps because Old John saw these children as his redemption to continue living.
Or perhaps, Old John simply liked to see children.
To people, it doesn't affect anything.
Arranging herbal treatment courses for these children is also increasing their independent survival ability.
The wrinkles on Old John's face became more pronounced, "Thank you, Master Lynn."
Lynn nodded.
After letting John retire, he walked deeper into the town.
With a thought, he opened the [Holographic Map] and began to patrol.
It was already early March.
The ice and snow had long melted.
Moreover, the Aladia River was already in its normal flowing state.
As soon as spring arrived, Lynn had the fishermen from the fishery workshop maneuver the skiff boats onto the river to start fishing.
As there was no large-scale breeding of meat poultry and livestock on Guy's ranch, fish meat was still the main source of meat on the territory.
The fish swim bladders and fish oil from the river were processed and had other uses.
However, the fishery workshop had only ten skiff boats and twenty fishermen assisting in fishing.
Given the river's width and depth, and the never-before-exploited fish resources in the river water.
Surely, it wasn't enough.
The scale of the fishery workshop must be expanded.
At least thirty skiff boats and sixty fishermen need to go down the river at the same time, to fish together.
The workers responsible for processing fish oil and gelatin also need to increase in number.
Whether for future bookbinding or weapon repair and production, fish gelatin is needed for adhesion.
With a thought.
The scene before Lynn's eyes moved to the mountains, behind the city walls.
Teams were busily working around the city wall.
They had thick and long ropes on their backs, using the assistance of pulley systems set up that stood upright, to hoist up rocks weighing thousands of pounds that had been excavated.