CHAPTER 159: CHAPTER 134: VILLAGE RAID (5K)

Realizing it was Lynn, he bowed slightly, "Lord."

Lynn acknowledged with a nod, "Do you think something is wrong with this farmland?"

Hearing Lynn’s inquiry, he hurriedly explained, "No, no, Lord, you misunderstood."

"I just don’t understand why there are racks on the land where peas are planted..."

Lynn directly replied, "Ventilation, photosynthesis."

Tate’s face immediately froze.

Ventilation, he naturally understood.

But this photosynthesis...

Seeing Tate’s confused expression, Lynn explained, "Photosynthesis is the process of converting light energy into chemical energy and converting carbon dioxide and water into organic substances..."

Lynn noticed that Tate became even more bewildered.

Turning his words around, Lynn said, "Simply put, it’s about increasing the range of light exposure for the peas to promote growth!"

Hearing this.

Tate finally understood.

So it was just about increasing light exposure...

But the next moment, Tate widened his eyes at Lynn, his words full of shock, "Lord... do you mean that increasing light exposure can promote the growth of crops?"

Lynn gave Tate a puzzled look.

He then realized that these people had no idea what photosynthesis was.

Nor did they know that light exposure could promote growth!

Even though this world had hundreds of years of planting history.

To all farmers, good weather meant fast-growing crops.

This was an assumed natural principle.

But they never thought it was because of sunlight.

Receiving Lynn’s affirmative response, Tate moved to take out a roll of parchment from his chest, quickly recording with a metal pen.

The tip of the metal pen swiftly moved over the parchment.

A few seconds later.

Tate stopped, seeing Lynn watching him, he began to explain.

"Lord, I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I come from Triumph City."

"Tate Watts, a scholar dedicated to increasing crop yields."

Lynn nodded.

Seeing Lynn’s calm expression, Tate felt a surge of appreciation.

Despite his young appearance, the Lord’s character was so steady.

If it were another Lord, hearing he was from the King City of the Karedi Empire and a scholar, they would surely be very courteous, treating him as a distinguished guest.

Scholars held relatively high status.

Tate continued, "Lynn, I would like to stay by your side and learn planting techniques!"

It wasn’t just about constructing frames for peas.

Tate found the way peas were planted was astonishingly strange.

"As compensation, I can teach the children in your domain some knowledge, would that be acceptable?"

Lynn nodded, "Of course."

That’s exactly what Lynn wanted from that statement of Tate.

Lynn said, "Later, I will build a school on the territory, produce paper, and employ printing techniques."

Hearing Lynn’s words, Tate was a bit puzzled.

He knew about making paper.

Parchment, papyrus, and hemp paper...

But printing, what was that?

The Lord seemed quite peculiar.

After exchanging a few words with Tate, Lynn began to stride toward the distant wasteland.

Tate hesitated, watching the backs of Lynn and Red and the others.

As he pondered whether to follow, Lynn’s voice sounded.

"Didn’t you say you wanted to learn planting techniques by my side?"

Hearing Lynn’s voice, Tate immediately quickened his steps and followed along.

Minutes later.

Lynn and his entourage arrived at a plot of wasteland.

Seeing the numerous villagers bustling with activity ahead, Tate couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

His mouth opened wide, stuttering, "Lynn, that is..."

Lynn replied calmly, "Heavy plow opening!"

Hearing this unfamiliar term, Tate was a bit at a loss.

He had heard of the light plow before, seen how it was made and forged, and knew its function.

But such a large and heavy contraption, it was his first time seeing.

Tate tentatively asked, "Lynn, may I go and take a look?"

Lynn replied affirmatively.

With Lynn’s response, Tate then stepped into the newly opened farmland.

He took large strides, walking on the soft soil, indifferent to the wet dirt dirtying his shoes and clinging to his heels.

Bending low, amidst the puzzled gazes of the villagers, he observed the deep grooves freshly opened by the heavy plow.

Where the heavy plow passed, the deep soil was turned over, the roots of branches were cut, and the stones in the soil were flipped out.

What kind of great force could achieve such a feat?

Tate’s gaze turned forward.

There, two villagers were maneuvering two oxen, leading the massive contraption forward.

Tate quickened his pace, running toward the front.

He wanted to chase the heavy plow as if pursuing an answer he had been unable to find.

Dozens of strides later.

Tate came beside the heavy plow.

Watching the soil being overturned and tossed aside, his breath quickened.

"Is this what you call the heavy plow, Lynn?"

Tate stopped excitedly, letting the heavy plow pass beside him.

"Truly—a masterpiece of its time!"

Where the heavy plow passed, it opened nearly thirty centimeters of deep soil.

Just enough to turn out the deep fertile soil.

The villagers then added compost, smoothing out the cleared land.

To the greatest extent, improving and enhancing the soil’s fertility!

For a good crop harvest, what’s the most important thing?