System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 682 - 240: Earthly Beauty (10,000 Words)

Rushing along the lime road, Lynn halted Mo Ying upon reaching the salt factory and open-pit iron mine.

Under Kuisi’s management, he hadn’t visited the three major mines for a long time.

Fortunately, everything was running normally.

Moreover, with more labor invested, the workers’ techniques became increasingly proficient.

Production efficiency also improved.

Under the workers’ attentive gazes, Lynn inspected around for a while.

Then he dismounted from Mo Ying’s horseback.

With Red and more than thirty others, he ventured into the unpaved primordial forest.

It’s already the end of May, approaching June.

The chilling cold within the depths of the forest remained unchanged.

Coupled with the occasional mountain breeze, and the surrounding sounds of strange beasts calling.

The forest’s eerie tranquility grew even stronger.

Amidst this.

A team was weaving between trees large enough for several people to embrace.

Six men clad in composite armor, holding round shields with their left hands and iron spears with their right, scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

Clearing the way for their Master Lynn, searching for prey.

Walking in the middle, Lynn looked at the ground covered with layers of leaves and decomposing soil.

And the tree roots nearly thicker than his waist.

He couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

From the open-pit iron mine to the natural soda and saltpeter, there are still dozens of miles!

The terrain ahead is so complex.

Wanting to pave the road means cutting down these towering ancient trees and digging out the intricate, enormous tree roots.

It’s akin to forcibly leveling out a road within the primordial forest.

The difficulty is too great.

However.

To speed up the transportation of natural soda and saltpeter, this stretch needs to be fully paved.

Lynn and his group were hunting while constantly heading deeper into the forest as the day darkened.

Until before nightfall.

Lynn arrived near the natural soda beds.

Seeing the sky gradually darken, he summoned the guards to set up camp on the spot.

The last time they camped here, there was a fairly open space.

Even on the ground, there were signs of past fires.

With the support of the guards and cooks, a bonfire slowly ignited.

The bright light gradually dispelled the cold and darkness of the forest.

The flickering warm yellow flames danced continuously on everyone’s faces.

Taking the wooden chair handed to him by Red, Lynn placed it by the fire and sat down, bending forward.

Today was all about traversing the forest, used entirely for traveling.

The main issue was the forest paths being too rugged.

This reinforced his conviction.

Once the expansion of the red brick house residential area is complete, he needs to immediately deploy a group of peasants to cut down trees and pave the road!

As Lynn contemplated this.

The guards set up the tents, and a few accompanying cooks began cooking dinner for the night.

Though the Ore Vein Detector did not detect any minerals.

Fortunately, they hunted a lone foraging wild boar.

After being handled by the cooks, it began roasting by the fire.

Lynn’s gaze shifted, except for four or five guards patrolling the perimeter.

The remaining guards gathered around the fire, roasting themselves and chatting casually.

They were no strangers to following Lynn and Red into the forest to hunt and explore.

Hence, whether it was their expressions, tent setups, or guard patrols, they appeared at ease.

Regarding this.

Lynn had no objections.

In this forest, there wouldn’t be any enemies.

The greatest danger was poisonous insects and fierce beasts.

Yet in front of nearly thirty fully armed guards, even a beast.

Could be effortlessly subdued!

They are not what they were before.

A herd of wild boars, a pack of wolves almost pushed them to the brink.

They even had to find a crack in the mountain to defend and counterattack, relying on the terrain.

At this moment.

A hand holding a wine cup stretched out before Lynn.

Turning to look, it was Red.

Red explained, "Master, drink a little wine, it’ll warm you up."

"Camping in the forest at night, the dampness is heavy, easy to fall sick."

Lynn responded, taking the cup and drained it in one go.

As he swallowed, an immediate warmth and comfort spread through his body.

Lynn raised his eyebrows, subconsciously exhaled a breath of alcohol.

Seeing this, Red, needing no reminder from Lynn, picked up the bottle and refilled his cup.

As time slowly passed.

A rich aroma of meat permeated and spread throughout the camp, creeping into everyone’s nostrils.

Lynn looked around.

The wild boar on the flame had been roasted to a golden brown.

One droplet of oil after another kept flowing out.

Reflecting unusual light under the fire’s glow.

A few cooks worked together to take the boar down, placed it on the table, and began cutting it into pieces.

A few minutes later.

A cook came to Lynn with a plate.

He respectfully introduced it.

"Master, this is pork shoulder, fresh and juicy, neither dry nor tough; this is pork ribs, moist meat, savory and tender; this is pork hind leg..."

Lynn nodded, "Let them all eat. At noon, we only had some bread, they must be hungry."