CHAPTER 352: CHAPTER 185: THE BED IS BIG AND SOFT (10,000 WORDS)

"However, I need the logging site to produce at least two hundred logs every day!"

"Is there a problem?"

Standing in front of Lynn, Garcia quickly responded, "No problem, Master Lynn!"

Lynn looked at Garcia in surprise, "Aren’t you worried about not completing it?"

Garcia showed a simple smile, "Not worried, master."

"If it can’t be completed, we’ll work overtime and get it done eventually!"

Lynn looked approvingly at Garcia.

All over Garcia, there was a rustic simplicity.

Lynn nodded and said, "You can keep the woodcutters you want, and I will redeploy the remaining four hundred people elsewhere!"

Garcia did not hesitate, "Master, I’ll gather them right away."

Half an hour later.

Four hundred slightly breathless townsmen stood before Lynn.

He scanned them and said straightforwardly, "From now on, you don’t need to chop wood temporarily."

"I will first assign you to the construction of wooden tracks..."

Four hundred townsmen showed no surprise or complaints.

Lynn continued, "Now, I need you to transport all the processed sleepers to the edge of the limestone road at the front of the town."

"Stack one hundred sleepers every fifty meters!"

"Can this task be achieved?"

Listening to Master Lynn’s question, the townsmen replied in unison.

"Yes!"

Lynn nodded with satisfaction, "Very good."

"Group in pairs, start moving now!"

Upon receiving Master Lynn’s command, the four hundred townsmen self-organized into pairs, orderly heading behind the wood workshop to begin the transportation work.

The dimensions of the sleepers are two meters long, twenty centimeters wide, and twenty centimeters thick.

Because they weren’t dried, each sleeper weighed at least over one hundred fifty pounds!

Two people carrying it together on their shoulders was just right.

One processed sleeper after another was carried by the townsmen to four or five miles away.

Lynn had also thought of using a draft horse or oxen for transport.

But soon he discarded this idea.

The number of draft horses was limited, almost all used for transporting coal and salt mines.

There were no spare draft horses to transport these sleepers and track wood.

Oxen were even less feasible.

Having already gone through a season of autumn plowing, coupled with the cold weather, oxen were prone to cold and infectious diseases.

This was the time when the oxen most needed to recuperate.

Moreover, it was already January.

Spring was not far away, and Lynn needed these oxen to maintain their condition and vitality to continue plowing more arable land for him!

Using manual labor, there was no need to consider so much.

When it’s hot, they will take off their clothes on their own; when it’s cold, they can warm up through work.

After a tiring day, after a night’s rest, they are lively again tomorrow!

Lynn never even had to consider the issues of holidays and overtime pay.

He only needed to provide daily food, which was enough.

For these townsmen, working nine-nine-six felt like a blessing!

Pushing down the random thoughts in his mind, Lynn mingled among the crowd, and went again to the townsmen refining the track surface.

Seeing the townsmen still busy working in the fields, Lynn couldn’t help but click his tongue.

Three hours had passed, and only over five hundred meters of ground had been leveled.

To level twenty or so miles of road was indeed a large project.

Fortunately.

Lynn stepped into the open area, took an iron hoe from one of the townsmen, and started to swing it.

The protruding soil needed to be removed and then filled into the nearby sunken earth and compacted repeatedly with the back of the iron hoe.

The work wasn’t complicated, but it required enough patience for repetitive action.

For Lynn, laboring was a good way to exercise his mindset.

[Construction Experience +1]

[Construction Experience +1]

[Construction Experience +1]

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Bit by bit, the experience was increasing.

Seeing their Lord working so diligently, the townsmen around were full of admiration.

The speed at which they swung their hoes and cross pickaxes increased.

Time passed quickly.

The sky, initially still bright, gradually became gloomy.

The temperature also dropped more and more.

Under the high-intensity labor of continually swinging iron hoes, both Lynn and the townsmen were all feeling hot.

If this could continue, there wouldn’t be an issue.

Once they stopped, the loss of body heat would easily lead to catching a cold...

Lynn stood up straight, glancing at today’s progress.

In a day’s time, they managed to level less than a thousand meters!

It was indeed a bit slow, but Lynn understood it could only be done gradually.

Watching the gradually fading daylight.

Handing the iron hoe to a nearby townsman, Lynn stepped onto the limestone road, called out to the crowd, "Stop work, return to the town."

Upon Lynn’s words, the townsmen’s faces were full of joy.

Nearby guards spread out, conveying Lynn’s order.

Lynn walked among the crowd, heading back toward the town together.

Ten minutes later, everyone returned to the town as the sky darkened further.

The days of winter always seemed to pass quickly.

If you didn’t check outdoors for a moment, the sky would already be completely dark.

Lynn was about to return to the castle when Red’s reminder voice sounded.