CHAPTER 74: CHAPTER 74: EXTRAORDINARY

A day’s work ends.

As Lynn previously guessed, it wasn’t far off.

With twenty wheel plows, about ten acres of farmland were cultivated in a day.

If there are no accidents, at the current rate of cultivation until the start of the summer planting, about three thousand acres should be opened up!

Very soon.

Lynn discovered a difficult problem.

Assuming a standard of one thousand pounds of compost per acre, three thousand acres would require fifteen hundred tons of compost!

An adult produces only about four pounds of feces and urine a day. Oxen and draft horses eat more and produce more, about fifty to sixty pounds a day.

Mixing it with mature soil and straw...

Even so, it is far from reaching fifteen hundred tons of compost.

Lynn never imagined that one day he would worry about manure.

Going to other villages or small towns for collection?

Perhaps, this is the best method!

According to Lynn’s memory, the villagers now only know to use livestock manure to fertilize crops.

They are not yet aware of using human manure for fertilization!

Otherwise, towns wouldn’t have the bad habit of dumping feces in the streets.

Leaving the village to Morgan Town, even with a horse-drawn cart, would take three or four days for a round trip.

A cart with two draft horses can carry fifteen hundred pounds of goods.

If two carts are sent to Morgan Town for manure collection, a round trip would only be one and a half tons...

Ultimately, Lynn gave up this idea.

The journey is long and perilous.

Perhaps someday, what the manure transporter brings back from the town won’t be manure, but death!

With insufficient compost, Lynn could slow down his development.

If a crisis is drawn, it would not be worth the loss.

Leaving the cultivation work to Kuisi, Lynn returned to the village.

He walked briskly into the blacksmith shop, looking directly at Ehrelo.

"How is my evaporative crystallization iron pot coming along?"

Ehrelo, who was reprimanding an apprentice, instantly broke into a smile.

"Master Lynn, your iron pots are finished!"

"As per your request, there are a total of four iron pots, each capable of holding two thousand pounds of saltwater!"

"However... Master Lynn, all the high-quality iron you brought has been used up..."

Lynn nodded, "No problem."

These iron pots were naturally for Lynn to improve the evaporative crystallization efficiency of the salt factory.

Because iron conducts heat well and evenly, it can allow salt to crystallize from saltwater more quickly.

This enhances the fine salt production.

With George and Grayson both transporting and trading goods, the fine salt production is lagging!

Even though these four iron pots have used up all his high-quality iron,

everything was worth it!

As long as it can increase the fine salt production, he can trade goods at a faster rate!

Summoning a group of villagers, Lynn had them carry the pots to the salt factory.

Inside the salt factory.

The clay and stone vats had long been broken up by Lynn’s orders,

leaving only a stove!

When the four iron pots were placed on the stove, they fit perfectly.

Next, Lynn was to wait for the daily fine salt output from the salt factory.

...

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

...

The sound of powerful shouts echoed continuously from the training ground outside the village.

The fifty guards were divided into three groups by Rose for different physical training.

A dozen took turns supervising the villagers’ labor.

A dozen, in pairs, carried a log on their shoulders, performing squats.

This was to train their lower limb strength.

A dozen were pressing their fingers into the ground, with their legs propped on a one-meter-tall wooden horse, doing supports.

This was to train their core stability.

It was clear that Rose, as an instructor, noticed the physical weaknesses of each.

Looking at the sweat-drenched guards, Lynn nodded with satisfaction.

The price of a pound of meat per meal and one shilling a month wasn’t so easy to keep in pocket.

Just as Lynn was prepared to continue leveling up the [Hunting] skill,

a guard carried an old man with white hair towards Lynn.

A slightly old voice arose from the villager’s mouth.

"Such sacrilege against God and disrespect for holy rites is truly blasphemous!"

"Your evil deeds make me worry for your soul’s salvation, truly lamentable and pathetic..."

Hearing the old man’s words, Lynn slightly furrowed his brows.

This strange speech felt strangely familiar to him.

When they reached Lynn, the guard hastily reported.

"Master Lynn, this old man refuses to work and is inciting villagers to leave immediately..."

Lynn nodded, "Go ahead and carry on with your duties."

The guard hesitated, glancing at the old man but, without a word, turned and left.

Gazing at the old man before him, Lynn’s mind stirred.

A string of text appeared in front of his eyes.

[Name]: John Evans

[Age]: 55 years

[Ability]: Level 3 Medicine, Collection Level 2, Planting Level 2

[Attributes]: Attack F, Defense F+, Speed F-, Constitution F-, Energy D+

[Talent]: Blessing – Has a small chance to realize a blessing prayer

[Skills]: Healing Light – Can heal patients through sincere prayers

...

Lynn’s gaze swept swiftly over Old John’s panel.

Just as he was about to close it, his eyes slightly widened.

Level 3 Medicine?

These talents and skills...

Are they something an ordinary person can have?

Blessing?

Healing Light?

Extraordinary ability?

Old John... is he a Priest?

A Priest with extraordinary abilities?

Suppressing his complex feelings, Lynn looked directly at Old John and spoke in a deep voice, "You don’t want to work?"

Old John rolled his eyes at Lynn, "Only a fool would want to work; who would stand if they could lie down?"

Lynn didn’t mind at all, "But you are my slave. If you want to eat your fill, you must work."

"Otherwise... death!"

Feeling the authority emanating from Lynn, Old John’s white beard shivered.

He quickly explained, "Evil Lord, I, John Evans, am a Priest of the Church; only the Creator can kill me!"

Lynn’s mouth curled into a smile, "Is that so?"

"If I wish, I don’t even have to lay a hand on you; you would still die here."

"Hunger will get to you before I do, dragging you into the endless Abyss!"

Old John nodded silently, his bright eyes rolling swiftly.

A few seconds later.

Old John spoke, "Merciful Lord, considering your treatment of slaves, you wouldn’t starve Old John to death!"

Lynn shook his head, "I would."

Old John was again silent.

A few seconds later.

Old John spoke hesitantly, "Merciful Lord, Old John’s age is getting on; if possible, Old John would like to exchange a simpler job for the food you’ve given."

"Would that be possible?"

Lynn’s mouth lifted, "Of course!"

"I need you to treat the injured in the village and teach the children their studies!"