CHAPTER 235: CHAPTER 159: A WORLD WHERE PEOPLE EAT PEOPLE (5,000 WORDS)

"With the wheel plow, the fertile soil from deeper layers can be turned to the surface while cultivating the land, making the soil fertility more uniform."

"The fertility of the land is crucial to whether the crops have enough nutrition for planting, and whether additional fertilization is required later."

"The depth and spacing of sowing are designed to give the crop seeds better growth space for effective photosynthesis."

"Post-management includes watering, irrigation, additional fertilization, and weeding, based on the growth condition of the crops."

"Of course, these are just a general procedure and summary; actual planting requires responses based on real conditions."

Tate recounted the strip-sowing techniques in one breath.

Lynn gave Tate an approving look.

Tate was indeed worthy of being a scholar from Triumph City.

His time with the free people on this land was not considered long.

However, Tate was able to precisely grasp the key points and core of strip-sowing techniques.

Lynn continued, "What’s the function of soaking in salt water?"

Tate appeared composed, constantly moving around the fields, asking questions, and observing.

He was now well-acquainted with farming techniques.

"Sterilization and disinfection, increasing germination rate!"

Tate’s expression shifted as he inquired with some confusion, "Lord, there’s something I don’t understand."

"How did you know that seeds sinking after being soaked in salt water are plump and healthy, while floating ones are shriveled or insect-bitten?"

"No, properly speaking, how did you come up with soaking seeds in salt water and using it for secondary screening?"

Lynn gave Tate another approving look.

This was the first time anyone had asked him about the principle behind it.

Lynn made no secret and said directly, "Density."

"After rock salt dissolves, ordinary well water turns to salt water, causing the unqualified seeds to float."

Tate raised his eyebrow, "Density?"

Lynn responded, "Simply put, the buoyancy an object receives in a liquid equals the weight of the liquid it displaces."

Listening to Lynn’s words, Tate appeared stunned.

Density?

Buoyancy?

Gravity?

He could understand each word, but didn’t comprehend the meanings when combined together.

Looking at the young, handsome man before him, Tate felt a wave of admiration.

What kind of existence is the Lord?

Lynn shifted his words to Tate, "Scholar Tate, I won’t babble on with you then."

"Now that the school is built, I’ll have the workshop complete the missing desks and chairs promptly."

"I need you to become a teacher at this school and start teaching over a hundred children literacy!"

Tate was not surprised at all.

Even when he heard from the guards that Master Lynn was looking for him.

He lightly guessed the purpose.

Tate didn’t reject at all, saying, "Of course, Lord."

"You provide me food and a private red brick house; I’m deeply grateful to you."

"As long as I can stay on your land, learn your advanced technology... teaching children is just my duty to fulfill."

Lynn nodded with satisfaction, "The tools needed for teaching... I’ll craft them as soon as possible, for now, let’s use chalk made from wood boards and lime for teaching."

Papermaking Technique, printing, metal pens, and ink!

Most construction on the land is complete or in the final stages.

He has ample labor force to develop more types of handicrafts.

Candles, oil lamps, retting hemp, even glass, etc.

Though these are small articles, they’re essential for the development of life on the estate.

Tate bowed slightly, responding, "Following your instructions, Lord."

Lynn answered with a nod, dismissed Tate, and instructed him to prepare for tomorrow’s teaching activities.

Lynn also left the school.

Walking on the red brick pavement, amid respectful greetings from passing townsmen, Lynn arrived at a larger red brick house.

Inside the Red Brick House.

Old John was teaching more than a hundred children, learning the white characters on the wooden board.

In front of Old John was a group of children of various ages with wide-open eyes.

Upon coming to Lynn’s estate, they were dressed in loose linen robes and skirts, shielding them from the autumn chill.

Their faces, previously dirty, were now wiped clean.

Their clear and bright eyes were filled with a thirst and curiosity for knowledge.

Lynn glanced around.

He saw Markel, Gavin’s son, and Charles, Rose’s brother.

As his eyes moved among the children, Lynn also saw Sienna!

Sienna’s eyes widened as she looked at Lynn and flashed a simple smile at him.

Lynn smiled slightly and withdrew his gaze.

These children might be five or six, or seven or eight, the oldest no more than eleven.

Previously, Lynn had already informed all the townsmen.

Encouraging them to bear children vigorously.

He would be responsible for all the children on the estate! No need for any labor before adulthood.

He would provide a good living environment, nutritious food, and opportunities for education.

For Lynn, these living resources aren’t substantial.

However, to these children, it’s a chance for transformation.