According to the previous agreement with Audrey, the price of a slave is five shillings.

Lynn glanced again at the market price of leather and linen cloth in Kakasong City.

Leather is four pence per pound, linen cloth is eight pence per yard.

Compared to the previous transactions, there are indeed some fluctuations, but not significant.

After quickly converting in his mind, Lynn spoke to Grayson.

"The price of slaves and goods combined, I can exchange it for three hundred pieces of glazed products."

Grayson's eyes suddenly lit up: "That's wonderful, Master Lynn."

Three hundred pieces of glazed products, not to mention that each piece can be sold at a high price of ten gold pounds.

Even if it's just seven or eight gold pounds, the profit after deducting costs can be described as terrifying!

The transaction was settled.

Lynn returned to the town with Grayson and his wagon convoy.

When arranging the unloading with George, Lynn and Grayson went to the castle.

Sat on the open-air balcony on the second floor.

Drinking gin while enjoying the slightly warm southern wind.

Draining the golden liquid from the glazed cup in one gulp, feeling the fiery flow within.

Grayson couldn't help smacking his lips.

He could clearly feel that the alcohol brewed at Master Lynn's distillery was getting stronger.

Even he, after drinking two cups, felt he could hardly handle it.

Placing the wine glass on the coffee table between him and Master Lynn, Grayson looked into the distance.

There, a large group of townsmen were engaged in cultivating and planting.

Grayson seemed to think of something and inquired: "Master Lynn, you should have planted winter barley last year, right?"

Taking a sip of gin, Lynn responded: "Yes, over fifty thousand acres."

Grayson raised an eyebrow, curious: "Over fifty thousand acres? That much?"

As soon as the words were out.

Grayson felt a bit regretful.

Before him, Master Lynn had such a vast territory.

Had bought such a large number of slaves from him.

Plus the invention and production of the heavy plow.

If the cultivated land was still little, it would indeed be wasted.

Despite this, Grayson still felt it was a bit exaggerated.

You know, an ordinary manor lord has about ten thousand acres of farmland.

Large manor lords have at most thirty or forty thousand acres, at the peak.

Now, Master Lynn has already planted winter barley on fifty thousand acres and is still having the townsmen cultivate...

Master Lynn wants to plant so much grain?

Could it be just as Audrey said before?

Master Lynn's ambition is the entire Karedi Empire?

With grain, naturally, there will be countless people, and with people, soldiers can be trained.

Plus, Master Lynn is rapidly producing and forging armor and weapons.

After training, soldiers wearing armor and wielding weapons would be a terrifying armed force!

Setting aside his unfounded thoughts, Grayson returned to the main topic.

He continued to ask: "Were your winter barley severely affected by snow and freezing?"

"A few days ago, when I arrived at Fisherman's Wharf in Kakasong City, I went to Riverfront Rest Tavern."

"I drank the gin you sold to Hunter."

Lynn said: "Yes, Mr. Hunter came to the territory and reached a beverage supply agreement with me."

"Thanks to you, Grayson..."

Grayson had a faint smile on his face, "Master Lynn, you speak highly, it's great to reach cooperation."

Grayson continued, "Then, I heard from some Free People in the tavern that not only them, but even many manor lords' winter barley suffered great losses!"

"The sprouted seedlings were directly frozen to death..."

Lynn did not conceal it and responded: "The survival rate of the seedlings on my territory is quite high."

"Before the snow arrived, I had the townsmen cover them with grass, providing protection, and the survival rate is at least above ninety percent?"

Listening to Lynn's words, Grayson's face paused.

"That high?"

Survival rate above ninety percent?

Elsewhere, even without adverse weather, other manor lords and Free People could not achieve such a high survival rate, right?

Grayson's mind thought of the strange planting method in Lynn's farmland...

Perhaps it's related to those raised earth ridges!

Grayson continued, "Having planted over fifty thousand acres of winter barley, plus the ongoing cultivation of spring barley..."

"Even if the grain yield on the market reduces during summer harvest, it should not affect you, Master Lynn."

"However, Master Lynn, if you have the channels, you can take advantage of many people not reacting yet and purchase grain on a large scale!"

"Whether for your own consumption or to wait for prices to rise and then sell!"

"Based on my two years of experience as a traveling merchant, after the summer harvest, there will be a shortage of grain!"

"Even..."

Lynn took over Grayson's words, "A food crisis."

Grayson looked at Lynn, affirming: "Yes, Master Lin, a food crisis."

Apparently, Master Lynn had already considered this.

Perhaps it's why Master Lynn continues to cultivate and plant even with fifty thousand acres of farmland.

Lynn nodded: "I have already considered this factor."

Grayson, somewhat admiringly, picked up his wine glass, clinked it with Lynn's, and again finished the gin in one gulp.

That comfortable and fiery feeling flowed in the body once again.

Grayson set down his wine glass and shifted the topic, "By the way, Master Lynn, Audrey has already arrived in the Karedi Empire."

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