System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 658 - 236: Usurpation (10,000 Words)

Lynn’s gaze turned to Wesley.

Without any hesitation, Wesley explained, "The Gold Pounds found in the Three Great Estates total five thousand two hundred!"

"Some necklaces and pendants adorned with gemstone pearls, rings."

"And some pure gold and silver headpieces, earrings, gold and silver ware..."

Lynn nodded slightly, not too surprised.

Five thousand two hundred Gold Pounds is not much to him.

According to the current market price of fine salt, a simple conversion.

It only amounts to fifteen thousand six hundred jin of fine salt.

At the current daily production of four thousand jin of fine salt.

In forty days, it would be sixteen thousand jin!

However.

Gold Pounds have their own use.

For example, using them to reward the townsmen.

Even if the market area in the territory is not yet operational, playing its role.

The value of the Gold Pounds and monetary rewards has far more visual impact than many other items!

Lynn spoke, "Transport usable iron products to the farm tools warehouse."

"Non-usable farm tools and various weapons, transport them all to the Blacksmith Workshop."

"Let Ehrelo smelt them all and reforge."

Wesley nodded.

Lynn continued, "Transport grain to the castle warehouse, and meat to the underground storage rooms, for separate safekeeping."

During winter when snow falls and freezes.

He had already arranged for some guards to collect a lot of ice blocks.

Placed in the underground storage rooms to cool down, making the fresh vegetables and meat last longer.

"Gold Pounds and jewelry, hand them over to Kuisi for registration and safekeeping, and that’s it!"

Wesley responded, "Yes, Master."

Lynn responded, seeing Wesley’s somewhat dark circles, he asked.

"Didn’t rest last night?"

Wesley was about to answer but realized it was Lynn caring about him.

He hurriedly replied, "Yes, Master."

"Because the things brought back from the Three Great Estates were too numerous and miscellaneous."

"If not for the all-night inventory and statistics, I couldn’t report to you this morning, Master."

Lynn approvingly said, "You did well, go and rest."

Wesley raised his brows, his words full of gratitude, "Thank you, Master."

Lynn responded, dismissing Wesley.

He sighed inwardly.

This outing’s harvest can truly be described as abundant.

Six thousand peasants, various poultry, livestock, grains, vegetables, meat, and a large amount of gold and silver jewelry!

If relying on merchant transactions or planting and breeding, how much time would it take to have these?

Lynn couldn’t even estimate!

Ancient commanders always preferred to sustain war through war, and indeed there is truth to that.

Turning his gaze, Lynn looked towards the Lord’s Square ahead.

As he listened to Wesley’s report.

The crowd of newly arrived peasants had already finished their breakfast.

They patted their bellies, burping.

The previous fatigue and listlessness had vanished completely.

This is the power of being well-fed!

Getting up from the bench, Lynn stepped toward the not-far stairway platform.

He was dressed in silky brocade, a One-Handed Sword hung at his waist.

His black hair gently swayed with his robe as he walked.

The aura emitting from him, even from afar, one could feel his exceptional presence.

With the towering armored soldiers trailing him.

The peasants’ eyes naturally followed him, continuously moving.

When Lynn reached the center of the platform over a meter high, he stopped.

He turned his body, facing the six thousand peasants in the Lord’s Square!

Taking a slight breath, Lynn spoke to the crowd in a deep voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

"I am the Lord of this territory—Lynn!"

The numerous peasants who were whispering instantly closed their mouths.

Their gazes passed through the crowd ahead, landing on Lynn, quietly listening.

First of all.

This young lord, when conquering the great estates, hadn’t ordered soldiers to whip or drive them.

Earlier, he provided them with a hearty meal.

They naturally understood that this young lord was different from their previous manor lords.

They were willing to listen to this lord’s words.

Feeling the numerous gazes landing on him.

Lynn remained unfazed, his speech unchanged.

"Firstly, I want to say, the fact that you’ve come to my territory is the greatest fortune in your lifetime!"

The peasants’ eyes widened, faces filled with doubt and confusion.

The soldiers and guards overseeing these peasants all nodded in agreement.

Because.

They used to be the peasants now standing in the Lord’s Square.

Only, over time, they were chosen in the expansion to become soldiers, become guards.

Their identity changed.

Lynn continued, "Coming to this territory, you will have three meals a day, you will see the Red Brick Houses to live in, and you will have your own work positions."

The peasants’ eyes widened again.

"As long as within the allowed scope of Territorial Law, you will have the freedom you desire most!"

"After working, finishing dinner, you can enjoy the sunset, enjoy the night, and admire the stars."

"Even pursue your loved ones and build a new family with that person."

The peasants’ faces turned into expressions of disbelief.

"If your wives are pregnant, or have given birth to children, the territory will provide a fixed amount of nutritious food, supplementing all necessary nutrition."