Feeling those scorching gazes, those faces full of anticipation.

Lynn's words did not stop.

"From this moment on, with everyone's collective effort, this year's spring plowing and planting has concluded."

"The winter barley sown and the batch of spring barley, if all goes well, will yield a bountiful harvest in July and August!"

"The yield per acre will be at least one hundred and fifty pounds!"

The townsmen, upon hearing this, widened their eyes involuntarily.

Those like Gavin and Wilbur, who have been part of the territory for a long time and have experienced a harvest, know this yield per acre.

However, the majority of the townsmen heard this for the first time.

Yield per acre of one hundred and fifty pounds!

Above!

Such a yield per acre exceeds their previous barley planting by nearly forty to fifty pounds!

Lynn paused for two seconds and continued speaking.

"This means that the cultivated and planted farmland will yield at least fifteen million pounds of grain during the summer harvest!"

The townsmen, upon hearing this, widened their eyes further, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

Lynn swept his gaze over them, "Of course, all the harvested grain will be available for consumption by everyone in the territory!"

"To reward everyone's hard work over the past two months, as seen by all, a Tillage Completion Celebration will be held."

"You may eat and drink as much as you like, with one condition: no wastage."

"You all know even better than I do, the difficulty of acquiring food!"

"Moreover, everyone involved in cultivating and planting will receive a pound of fine salt!"

The townsmen's eyes widened, their gazes turned to the corner of the platform where Master Lynn was standing.

There were dozens of bulging linen sacks piled up there.

Even without guessing, they naturally understood that it was the fine salt mentioned by Master Lynn.

The townsmen remained silent, nodding in agreement.

Clearing wasteland seems only to involve removing weeds, branches, and stones, then driving draft horses to pull the wheel plow for cultivation.

Afterward, planting can begin.

But the dangers involved, without personal experience, are never truly known.

Lynn inhaled and continued solemnly, "However..."

The townsmen, still reflecting in their hearts, heard this turn in the conversation, and looked at Master Lynn with curiosity and anticipation.

"However, before the Tillage Completion Celebration, I need to conduct a recruitment and expansion ceremony!"

The townsmen's eyes lit up.

Indeed, as they had guessed.

Their Master Lynn was again going to expand the army.

"The soldiers in the territory are still too few!"

"To ensure the territory has more armed soldiers to protect our homeland amidst these turbulent times."

"Therefore, I have decided to expand the army once more!"

"This time, I need five hundred strong men to join the ranks of Lord Rose's troop."

"Under the leadership of Lord Rose, undergo various training until they become qualified soldiers capable of charging into battle!"

At this moment, Lynn's gaze swept over a townsman again.

His words rang out sonorously.

"Who wishes to charge into battle for this territory?"

A loud call in response echoed among the crowd in the Lord's Square.

"I wish to!"

Lynn looked approvingly at a middle-aged man and continued to call, "Who wishes to fight valiantly for their family?"

Three burly men raised their arms in response.

"I wish to!"

Lynn nodded and continued to call, "Who wishes to become my soldier?"

"Where the sword points, there is the battlefield!"

A chorus of burly men raised their arms and called out loudly.

"I wish! I wish! I wish!"

Because the shouts are from their hearts, it started chaotic but gradually converged into unison.

Until finally.

Like waves, rising and falling in the Lord's Square.

Listening to the roaring in his ear, watching the arms and fists raised high, then lowered, then raised high again.

Even Lynn couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end, his heart filled with shock.

These people, before becoming slaves brought to his territory.

May have been farmers, or craftsmen, or perhaps family members of minor noble families.

Perhaps they never participated in any war.

Even more so, perhaps, they trembled and didn't dare to look directly at the troop passing by on the road.

But at this moment, when faced with his call to expand the army, these ordinary-born people showed no hesitation or retreat.

Furthermore, they were filled with anticipation to become soldiers.

Perhaps because of the military merit promotion system's establishment and publication, they were filled with anticipation to achieve military glory.

It's not just Lynn.

Standing in the Lord's Square were middle-aged women and innocent children.

Watching this scene before them, their eyes were filled with curiosity and aspiration.

But they know.

Their Master Lynn needs a force of men who can wear full armor, wield weapons, charge into battle, and guard the city walls!

And they only need to complete the production tasks within the territory as required by Master Lynn, and that will be enough!

Of course.

If facing an enemy attack, when the territory faces crisis.

As long as Master Lynn gives the order, they too will unhesitatingly join the ranks of the soldiers.

Even if it means exchanging two for one or three for one, they will feel no fear.

Only by guarding this territory can their children have a pure land to continue surviving!

Lynn slightly raised his right hand.

The rising and falling shouts gradually quieted down.

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