With the soldiers crowding around like stars surrounding the moon, Lynn walked out of the training ground.

Compared to the soldiers' amazement, his heart was much calmer.

The [Bow Mastery] skill obtained from [Fishing] was indeed much more powerful than Lynn had imagined.

Whether it was the feel of shooting arrows, the perception of the surrounding environment while shooting, or the experience of archery...

That feeling was as if Lynn had been diligently training in archery for decades.

Proficient and effortless, like eating or drinking water.

However.

With his current ability, Lynn couldn't guarantee precise accuracy on targets over two hundred meters away.

If it was a moving target, the accuracy would be even less reliable.

At least an eighty percent chance of missing.

Lynn also understood.

The most [Bow Mastery] could achieve was merely the limit of an ordinary person.

Lynn didn't return to the town; instead, he walked past it toward the vast fields in the distance.

Arriving at the fields planted with winter barley, Lynn bent down to inspect the ridges one by one.

On the ridges, besides the soil and the compost applied, there were only slight traces of green like mung bean sprouts.

The winter barley seeds sown a month ago had already reached the germination stage.

But, Lynn knew this was only temporary.

When November passed and December arrived, and the whole Karedi Empire entered winter.

Cold would descend, and the low temperature would slow the growth speed of the barley seedlings.

If there were extreme cold or heavy snow causing waterlogging of the soil, the winter barley seedlings might also face the risk of freezing to death.

Farmers lacking planting techniques could only rely on the mercy of nature, at most doing some simple drainage to save the winter barley seedlings.

The winter barley would have to wait until the spring revival next year, which is early next year, to grow.

The barley seedlings, which turned yellow due to the winter cold, would regain vitality and start growing rapidly.

That is to say.

The fifty-five thousand acres of winter barley planted by Lynn were about to enter a dormant winter hibernation.

They would have to wait until next year to continue growing.

The only thing to do for this land now is to prevent diseases.

Apart from removing potentially growing weeds in the field, check whether the winter barley seedlings exhibit any signs of mold growth.

If the seedlings show mold, promptly pull out the infected seedlings.

To prevent the bacteria from spreading to more seedlings.

As Lynn picked up a few small clumps of soil to check the moisture content, Gavin and Wilbur came jogging from a distance.

Seeing Lynn squatting in the field, Gavin and Wilbur called out in unison, "Master."

Crushing the soil between his fingers, Lynn stood up, glanced at them, and asked, "When was the last time the soil was watered and irrigated?"

Gavin and Wilbur exchanged a look, and Gavin said, "It should have been... irrigated about sixteen days ago, right!"

Gavin initially tried to estimate the time, but he quickly recalled with certainty in his voice.

Lynn glanced at the [Weather Forecast] panel and nodded, saying, "It will rain every few days, so there's no need to spend manpower on irrigation."

"You just need to watch out for any seedlings getting infected with bacteria and clean them up promptly if they do."

Upon hearing this, Gavin glanced at the sky with some doubt.

Although it was November now, and the skies were gray and white.

But rain, it seemed unlikely, right?

However, Gavin did not question it at all.

He and Wilbur quickly responded, "Yes, Master!"

Lynn continued to patrol the field for almost half an hour.

On the ridges, most of them had sprouted tender barley shoots.

Because of the soaking in rock salt, the germination rate was at least over eighty percent.

The remaining twenty percent were just slower to grow.

In a few days, the overall germination rate would be at least ninety-five percent!

In this era of farming that relies on the heavens, such a germination rate is quite astonishing.

Simply put.

As long as there are no disastrous weather events or invasions by wild animals or birds, there will be a harvest next year!

Of course.

Ongoing care is needed!

Weeding, irrigation, fertilizing, and other tasks.

Moreover, he made a round and saw no seedlings infected by bacteria.

The benefits of soaking seeds in rock salt were displayed once more.

For others, the value of rock salt far surpassed that of winter barley.

However, for Lynn, the thing he had no shortage of was salt.

Using thousands of pounds of unprocessed rock salt to ensure the healthy growth of winter barley.

This was very worthwhile.

Confirming the healthy growth of winter barley.

Lynn stepped out of the field, walking on the lime path between the fields.

Looking into the distance, it was already evening.

Perhaps because winter was near, the once golden sunset had turned into a twilight like a sky full of fire.

Layer upon layer, each cloud was red-orange in color...

In this vast field, looking around, it was a sight quite picturesque.

Perhaps also due to the openness.

When the breeze blew, Lynn felt a rare chill.

The Karedi Empire was gradually entering late autumn and winter.

Although the three thousand sets of linen robe and pants made earlier were not enough for all the townsmen of the territory to obtain.

But luckily, there were tens of thousands of pounds of coarse wool.

The textile workshop was rushing to make coarse wool robes!

Even entering winter, the townsmen could wear coarse wool robes for outdoor labor during the day.

During labor, engaging in physical activity would warm them up completely, making them not feel the cold at all.

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