CHAPTER 190: CHAPTER 144: THE START OF AUTUMN PLANTING (5K)

"I’m really angry right now!"

A few seconds later.

A comfortable exhalation came from Aiden’s mouth.

"Phew~"

Ackman, driving the carriage, came to the right side of the carriage.

Through the dim oil lamp inside the carriage, he glanced at the scene inside and quickly looked away.

"Master Aiden, are you alright?"

Aiden was indifferent to the fact that Ackman seemed to have seen everything.

He spoke as if nobody was there: "Jonas is truly driven mad by poverty!"

"I invited him to dispatch troops and join me in eradicating the Iron Blood Brotherhood bandits, and he actually said it’s me who needs him?"

"He didn’t even hesitate, just outright demanded—hiss... One Hundred Gold Pounds!"

"One Hundred Gold Pounds, does he think there’s a gold mine on my lands?"

"Hiss!"

Outside the carriage, Ackman said nothing, just listened quietly.

Aiden continued, "With One Hundred Gold Pounds, I could hire another batch of mercenaries to eliminate these bandits!"

"A slave costs only three shillings, I could buy seven hundred slaves!"

"Oh!"

After a strange noise, Aiden’s tone became somewhat even.

He looked at the two maids with some displeasure, "What are you looking at?"

"I’m just a bit tired."

"Wipe your faces clean, it’s really disgusting to look at!"

With the maids’ responses, the inside of the carriage returned to normal.

Ackman tentatively asked, "Master Aiden, how should we deal with those bandits then?"

"They’re still plundering your villages..."

Listening to Ackman’s words, Aiden’s once-relaxed expression turned unhappy again.

"What? Did I make you Chief Attendant to ask questions?"

"Hurry up and think of a way to resolve the bandits without spending money!"

"If you can’t, go keep company with Walker and Ford!"

Ackman was terrified and quickly responded, "Yes, Master Aiden."

To Ackman, those maids were still tempting, but now he no longer had the mood to peek at them.

His mind started to race.

He wanted to quickly find a way to solve the problem.

But... Ackman realized that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t think of any way to resolve the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps as Master Aiden demanded.

Until now, he finally understood.

Being the Chief Attendant wasn’t as easy as it seemed!

When the carriage drove out of Jonas’s manor and joined the followers gathering warmth around the campfire.

The carriage convoy drove through the night under the illumination of torches.

...

Five days passed.

In the blink of an eye.

Boer had led the traders back and forth nearly six times.

The 1,116,000 pounds of winter barley had finally been completely transported.

Looking at Boer in front of him, Lynn noticed that Boer’s face had become much more haggard.

One could even see the obvious fatigue.

Clearly, Boer had made a great effort to ensure the success of this winter barley trade.

To Boer, all of this was worth it.

The 1,116,000 pounds of winter barley, at the market price of five pounds per penny, totaled 966 Gold Pounds and twelve shillings!

If they could acquire the fine salt at the price of six pence per pound given by Master Lynn, they could obtain a total of 36,000 pounds of fine salt.

Selling this fine salt at the current highest market price.

They would make a huge profit!

So much so that Boer couldn’t even calculate the exact amount mentally.

Boer watched as bags of fine salt were continuously loaded onto horse carts.

His words were full of gratitude, "Master Lynn, thank you for your trust."

With this batch of fine salt, both his assets and social status were bound to change dramatically.

And Boer knew well that all this was granted by Master Lynn standing before him.

Boer admitted that there was a certain element of luck involved.

But more of it came from Master Lynn.

With his current power, he could choose any local trader to help him collect this winter barley.

But Master Lynn chose him!

Looking at Boer’s earnest expression, Lynn smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Boer, you misunderstood, we are merely conducting a transaction."

"Each takes what they need, exchanging value, that’s all."

Boer couldn’t help but be moved.

Even at such a moment, Master Lynn did not forget to preserve his dignity.

Boer felt that he would never meet another lord like Master Lynn again.

Boer took a deep breath and said, "Very well, Master Lynn."

After all the fine salt was loaded onto Boer’s convoy of horse carts.

Boer left.

He left with hope for the future.

Once Boer disappeared into the wilderness beyond.

Lynn finally withdrew his gaze.

With a thought, Lynn opened the [Holographic Map].

On the ranch, nearly three thousand townspeople were diligently tilling, breaking the surface structure of the soil.

After several days of full-force cultivation, the one thousand acres of land intended for planting black rye grass were near completion.

The remaining dozens of acres were enough to be tilled by the workers at Gai Ranch.

Lynn called Kuisi over, instructing her to go to the ranch and gather all the townspeople back.

He was about to start the autumn planting!

More than half an hour later.

Teams of townspeople arrived at the open space in front of the small town.

Thin whispers circulated constantly among them.

"Is the planting finally starting?"

"It should be; Master Lynn has been preparing for so long already."

"Yeah, over a week ago I saw Master Lynn arrange for people to use this thing called the grain windmill to select seeds!"

"Planting is good... Only by sowing seeds can there be a harvest next year."

"Tens of thousands of acres of farmland, I’ve never farmed such vast land in my life!"

"..."

When all the townspeople gathered in the open space, Lynn walked to the front of them.

Lynn’s gaze swept over them.

Without any need for him to silence them, the townspeople voluntarily fell silent, waiting for Lynn to speak.

Seeing the crowd quiet before him, Lynn nodded with satisfaction.

This is what you call discipline and order.

This was it!

Even though they were ordinary townspeople, they had initially achieved the discipline of soldiers.

Taking a deep breath, Lynn spoke, "I believe you all know the purpose of this gathering."

Nobody wanted to stand out by answering prematurely.

They merely watched with wide eyes.

Because Master Lynn hadn’t yet said they could respond.

"All preparations are complete."

"From now on—autumn planting begins!"