CHAPTER 148: CHAPTER 130: ATTACK TARGET (5K)

Upon hearing Kuisi’s shout, Yimini stood up nervously and said, "Steward Kuisi, is there something wrong?"

Kuisi showed a comforting smile, "It’s definitely good news!"

Despite Kuisi’s words, Yimini was still anxious, as she was just an ordinary Free Person.

When she arrived in front of Lynn, Yimini knelt down directly, "Master Lynn."

Lynn glanced at Yimini, "Stand up."

"I won’t beat around the bush, Ms. Yimini, I need you to serve as the foreman of this textile workshop."

Just as Yimini was getting up, she widened her eyes instantly, "Master Lynn, you want me?"

Lynn nodded and said, "Yes, lead them to complete the textile production tasks I’ve assigned. You’ll be rewarded for good work; if not, there’ll be punishments!"

Listening to Master Lynn’s calm words, Yimini’s heart was in turmoil.

If she agreed to Master Lynn’s offer, wouldn’t that mean she would become a manager?

However, what worried Yimini more was the fear of punishment.

Just as she instinctively wanted to refuse, Kuisi whispered a few words in her ear.

Yimini’s eyes instantly lit up, and she said with certainty, "Master Lynn, I will do my best!"

Lynn looked at Kuisi in surprise.

He noticed Kuisi wearing a mischievous smile.

Lynn nodded and said, "The first task for the textile workshop is that by the end of October, I want to see three thousand sets of robes and trousers!"

Upon hearing Lynn’s stern tone, Yimini couldn’t help but grow nervous again.

Her mind began to process quickly.

The fifty women now working here all have experience in making garments.

Almost every household owns a small hand-spinning wheel.

Their clothing is woven from linen they’ve planted and made into Linen Cloth themselves!

No matter how skilled they were, the simplest robes would still require at least two days to finish a set of robes and trousers.

It’s currently early September, and there are sixty days until the end of October!

That means the fifty of them must make fifty sets per day.

Time has been halved.

Yimini felt hesitant.

Lynn stared directly at Yimini, "Can’t do it? If you can’t, I can replace you!"

At these words, Yimini instantly thought of what Kuisi had just said.

Yimini replied boldly, "Master Lynn, it can be done."

Lynn nodded in satisfaction, "Go get busy, if there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask Kuisi."

Yimini bent over in response and stepped towards the work table.

Lynn vaguely felt that Yimini’s aura seemed to have changed.

Retracting his gaze, Lynn turned to Kuisi and asked, "What did you say to her earlier?"

Getting someone who is somewhat timid to become brave isn’t easy.

Kuisi chuckled lightly and said, "I mentioned that if she does well, Master Lynn might reward her with Gold Pounds, just like Ehrelo at the Blacksmith Workshop."

Lynn couldn’t help but shake his head at Kuisi’s words.

Kuisi somehow learned to promise great rewards?

However.

Lynn didn’t mind it.

If Yimini can indeed lead these women to produce three thousand sets of robes and trousers before the temperature drops in October.

Rewarding Gold Pounds is no big deal.

Thinking further.

Gold Pounds are indeed a great motivator for boosting villagers’ work enthusiasm.

And it’s consistently effective!

Lynn left the textile workshop and headed to Lex’s Brewing Workshop.

Lex was directing the apprentices to move tools within the Brewing Workshop.

At this moment, his face was full of gratified smiles.

The conditions on the territory were getting better and better.

As the third villager to arrive in Lynn Territory, Lex deeply understands this.

From the very beginning, squeezed into a simple wooden house with Master Lynn and Red Kuisi.

To living in the Red Brick House, and now to expanding the Red Brick Brewing Workshop to dozens of times its original size.

Moreover.

Even the brewing equipment has been entirely replaced with new ones!

The iron filter vats, boiling pots capable of cooking five thousand pounds, mash tuns...

The scale of this Brewing Workshop is something he had never seen before, even at Morrison Manor!

Lex knew all too well that every bit of it was accumulated by Master Lynn.

Just as Lex was filled with emotion, his gaze glanced towards the distance.

There, Master Lynn was coming over with some of Red’s Guards.

Lex quickly bent over, "Master Lynn."

Lynn took a glance at the Brewing Workshop, "Proceed with brewing here, the finished beer can be stored in the cellar below!"

The cellar’s balanced temperature is more conducive to beer storage.

Lex responded, "Alright, Master Lynn."

After conversing briefly with Lex, Lynn left the Brewing Workshop.

The territory’s economic development mainly relied on exchanging fine salt.

The Brewing Workshop still has its necessary existence.

Only when the Brewing Workshop develops to a certain extent can the distillation method be used to produce alcohol!

The presence of alcohol can be used for medical wound disinfection, and also as a solvent for pharmaceuticals.

It can greatly enhance soldiers’ survival chances after getting injured!

Purchasing a slave is easy, but training a qualified soldier is difficult.

Lynn doesn’t want these soldiers to die on the territory or camps due to tetanus.

If they die, it should only be on the battlefield!

After that.

Lynn inspected the entire Handicraft Workshop District.

Ceramics Workshop, Flax Retting Workshop, and so on.

But due to limited labor force, he couldn’t allocate more labor into these workshops.

He could only temporarily choose to put them on hold.

Up until now.

The entire territory’s reconstruction, except for the main castle area, has been basically completed!

When Lynn arrived near the village, he saw caravans of horse-drawn carriages approaching from the distance.

Sturdy draft horses, reinforced metal carriage wheels, and dozens of fully armed Guards.

Leading the carriage was a rotund figure clad in armor and wearing a full face helmet.

Even though he couldn’t see the face of the rotund figure, Lynn knew it was Alan Brown!

As the carriage got closer.

The rotund figure dismounted from a tall horse, walking limply towards Lynn.

Still.

That limping stride was quite noticeable!

Lynn’s eyebrow raised slightly.

Soon.

The rotund figure arrived in front of Lynn, a somewhat hoarse and deep voice sounded from within the helmet.

"Master Lynn, I am... Alan, it’s been a long time."

Alan’s voice had changed.

Forming a distinct contrast with the previous clarity and precision.

This must be what Grayson meant by "his injuries are worse than mine"!

How is this less than serious?

Alan seemed to sense Lynn’s unusual expression.

He explained, "I had some issues with that scoundrel Grayson, but... it’s all resolved now."

"Master Lynn, the Warhorse I promised you earlier may need to be postponed."

"Due to the presence of Sea Sirens, the long ships docked at Fisherman’s Wharf can hardly leave Gibraltar Strait..."

"However, I have brought you another cargo this time—a hundred and fifty Forest Pigs!"