System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 733 - 248: I Have Decided to Wage War (10,000 Words) (4)

Chapter 733: Chapter 248: I Have Decided to Wage War (10,000 Words) (4)

To increase crop yields, the three-field system must be adopted.

With 300,000 acres of arable land, it is perfect for cultivating two plots while resting one, allowing for cyclical sowing.

Widen the roads.

Compared to the previous lime roads, the current state of carriage use and population makes them far too narrow.

On the lime roads, only one carriage can pass!

When the carriage passes, pedestrians have to walk to the very edge.

Or even stand in the nearby fields to make way.

In order to make transportation smoother, townsmen must be arranged to widen the roads.

The outer city in front of the city walls needs personnel for construction.

The wooden tracks of several major industries within the domain need to be laid.

...

Temporarily suppress the thoughts of territorial development in my mind.

These can only be approached slowly, step by step.

Lynn continued to enjoy the distant sunset.

Until the sky gradually dimmed.

Only then did he rise from the bench, leading Red back towards the castle.

Passing through the town and by numerous red brick houses, Lynn returned to the castle.

Just then.

Kuisi was leading a few maids, lighting the tall oil lamps beside the walls.

Upon seeing Lynn, Kuisi handed the torch in her hand to the maid beside her.

She stepped over to Lynn.

Upon reaching Lynn’s side, she slightly bent and explained.

"Lord, as per your instructions, I’ve asked the kitchen to prepare extra food."

"Besides food, is there anything else that needs to be arranged?"

Walking in the reception hall, Lynn glanced at Kuisi, thought for a few seconds, and replied.

"Prepare some gin, to satisfy their cravings."

Kuisi bowed, "Alright, Lord, I’ll go right away."

Lynn pondered for a moment, passed through the reception hall, and came to sit at the main seat of the dining table.

Turning his gaze, Lynn looked through the floor-to-ceiling glazed windows out to the castle.

The sky had already become completely dim and dreary.

Fortunately, with the illumination of oil lamps, the spacious reception hall didn’t seem dark.

Instead.

Under the flickering glow of the oil lamps, there was a unique ambiance.

Time passed quickly.

In the reception hall, apart from Lynn seated at the main table and Red standing behind him.

And the occasional maid passing by.

Almost no other figures were visible.

The castle area is originally where the lord and his family live.

Even the foremen of various workshops in the domain can only reside in the residential area behind the castle.

Without urgent matters or a summons from the lord, they cannot enter and exit freely.

Hence, the inside of the castle appeared somewhat quiet.

Lynn didn’t mind.

Compared to the bustling market, he preferred staying in a quiet environment.

It allowed him to better contemplate future developments and how to face external territorial situations.

As Lynn was pondering.

The sound of footsteps echoed from the staircase opposite him.

The sound wasn’t very loud, and one could even sense some cautious trepidation.

Lynn looked up.

In the distance on the staircase, Flint’s half-exposed head and eyes were observing the scene in the reception hall.

Lynn raised his eyebrows, feeling somewhat helpless inside.

Aren’t dwarves always fond of lively gatherings and banquets?

Why does Flint seem a bit socially anxious?

Last time, when invited to a dinner party, this guy flatly refused.

This time he managed to come.

Clearly, it was because he used the trump card — cutting off gin supply!

Lynn said, "If you don’t want to drink gin in the future, you can leave."

Flint, who was about to withdraw his head, suddenly furrowed his coarse eyebrows.

He stepped up, walked into the hall.

Crossing the reception hall, he approached Lynn, muttering as he walked.

"Lord, you misunderstand this old man."

"This old man came here because your guard summoned me, out of respect for you."

"Not at all because of gin!"

Lynn glanced at Flint and said, "Oh, so that’s the case?"

"I misunderstood Master Flint, then starting today, the brewing workshop will no longer provide gin for you."

"We can use it for sale, earning an extra income!"

Flint startled, quickly said, "That won’t do, Lord."

"Without gin, let alone teaching apprentices, this old man doesn’t even have the strength to walk or swing a hammer."

Lynn playfully looked at Flint and questioned, "Master Flint, didn’t you just say it wasn’t for gin?"

Flint’s face was full of embarrassment, "Gin is for better work, Lord."

"You wouldn’t want this old man to have two hundred apprentices in the blacksmith workshop go untrained, would you?"

Hearing this, Lynn couldn’t help but once again give Flint a glare.

This guy, he even knew how to use blacksmith apprentices to threaten him.

However, Lynn understood.

This was merely a joke.

At this moment.

Another set of footsteps echoed again from the distant staircase.

Lynn turned his head to look.

It was Rose and Wesley returning from the castle’s outer city.

And behind them followed Colin, Ehrelo, Yimini, and Jose, several foremen.

Everyone came to stand in front of Lynn, they all bent respectfully and spoke.

"Master!"

"Lord~"

Lynn glanced at them and said, "Sit down."

"It’s been about half a year since our last gathering."

"Now while things are relatively quiet, it’s just right for a gathering."

Rose Wesley and the others exchanged a few glances, didn’t say much further.