The leaves of the forest trees are beginning to change color.

Displaying a scene woven with golden and reddish-brown hues.

Although the wasteland in the far distance, yet to be developed, remains covered with weeds.

Compared to the lush greenery of summer, it's already slightly yellowed.

September marks the harvest season.

Although Lynn's territory only planted three thousand acres of peas, they are now ripe.

Lynn stood on the limestone road, his gaze sweeping over the farmland.

In the farmland, pea vines were covered densely with pods.

Each pod displayed a mature pale yellow.

Lynn moved his hand, picked a pod, the peas inside full and firm.

Next, all that is needed is to cut the pea plants, collect them, and then transport them to the village for drying.

Once the pods are sun-dried to remove moisture, a casual strike with a bean-stick could easily thresh the pods.

Finally, they can be stored.

Whether used to make pea porridge, pea mash, or pea soup, they are all good foods.

Not only that.

Pea vines, stems, and leaves can directly serve as feed to nourish poultry.

Dried peas are even a high-quality feed for horses!

Lynn grasped the pea vine with his left hand and gripped the sickle tightly with his right, cut it from the base of the vine.

The motion was steady, trying not to damage the pods to prevent the peas from prematurely bursting.

With a swift turn, Lynn placed the peas into the nearby wicker basket.

[Collection Experience +1]

[Collection Experience +1]

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Working with their backs to the sun-baked earth is naturally exhausting.

However.

Lynn did not see any grievance or fatigue on the faces of the hundred workers.

What was evident was a feeling of harvest and fulfillment.

Lynn nodded with satisfaction.

Three thousand acres of peas, a hundred people working full speed, could be harvested in at most half a month.

By then, the entire Handicraft Workshop District would be complete.

The affluent villagers could once again invest in developing wasteland.

The harvest continued until the afternoon.

Only then did Lynn leave the pea field, heading to the Blacksmith Shop.

Casually, he grabbed a few pieces of fine meat from the jar held by the guard and tossed them to White Spirit Night.

[Breeding] skill experience accrued a few points.

A little while later.

Before Lynn had even approached the Blacksmith Shop, the rhythmic clanging of forging reached his ears.

He stepped directly inside.

Ehrelo, who was still instructing the blacksmith apprentices, caught sight of him immediately.

He quickly stepped over to Lynn's side, respectfully announcing, "Master Lynn, the five hundred winged spears have been crafted and delivered to Instructor Rose."

Lynn acknowledged with a sound, his gaze surveying the surroundings of the Blacksmith Workshop, "How many blacksmith apprentices do you have now?"

In order to speed up the work, Lynn previously added ten to twenty at a time.

Even he couldn't remember exactly now.

The [Resource Management] panel could only show the total population of the territory.

Ehrelo responded without hesitation, "Master Lynn, including myself, there are one hundred and eleven in total."

"Among them, twelve learn quickly, while the others only possess basic forging skills."

Lynn nodded, "From now on, the task of the Blacksmith Workshop is... forging wheel plows!"

"I want to see a hundred new wheel plows forged by the end of September."

During the summer tillage, the Blacksmith Shop managed to rush out forty wheel plows.

The developed wasteland was only three thousand acres.

Conditions weren't favorable at the time.

Be it labor force or refined iron, it was far from sufficient.

But now it's different.

The Blacksmith Workshop has over a hundred workers!

Ehrelo, as the person responsible for the Blacksmith Workshop, is well-versed in how to craft wheel plows.

A month to forge a hundred wheel plows is not impossible.

Listening to Master Lynn's near-commanding tone, Ehrelo dared not slack off in the slightest.

His whole demeanor became tense, responding solemnly, "Yes, Master Lynn!"

Lynn nodded, "I know, a month's time is rather tight, but this concerns the total cultivated area for autumn, which affects next year's harvest!"

"As long as one hundred wheel plows can be rushed and completed, there will be a reward of One Gold Pound per plow!"

Ehrelo initially wanted to respond immediately.

But upon hearing the reward of One Gold Pound, his face froze.

The next second.

Ehrelo exclaimed in surprise, "Master Lynn, rest assured, they will be rushed out no matter what!"

A hundred wheel plows, that's a hundred Gold Pounds!

Not to mention.

Even the average share among these blacksmith apprentices would be enough to let them live comfortably.

Lynn made a sound of acknowledgment, turned, and left the Blacksmith Workshop.

However, shortly after.

Cheers erupted within the Blacksmith Workshop.

Lynn couldn't help but smile faintly.

Since successfully excavating rock salt and starting to sell fine salt, he was destined never to lack money again.

What he lacked was manpower for excavating rock salt, producing fine salt, and generating Gold Pounds.

And the existence of the Blacksmith Workshop is undoubtedly the most crucial with the current development.

With it, a large quantity of iron products can be crafted, iron hoe and iron shovel, cross pickaxe, and so on.

Thus, wheel plows can be produced.

Wheel plows sharply develop wasteland, far beyond the capability of human labor!

This also proves the importance of tools.

Therefore.

Even if he invests more rewards in the Blacksmith Workshop, it is still reasonable.

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