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At the other side at this moment
In Morgan Town.
At the edge of a field planted with wheat.
Standing still, Gavin looked at the silhouette of a busy team in the distance.
His brow furrowed slightly.
Half a minute later.
A running figure entered his line of sight.
Running from afar, stopping in front of him.
The farmer, wearing a linen robe and pants, said breathlessly: "Lord Gavin, they... they said thereâs still time..."
"They can harvest some more barley and sell it..."
Listening to the farmerâs words, Gavin couldnât help but shake his head.
Even though the sky was already dark at this time.
Even though he had arranged for the farmers to inform the new five hundred Free People that they could finish work.
Those five hundred Free People not only showed no intention of stopping, but instead wanted to work overtime harvesting.
Before arriving in Morgan Town, he had already learned from Master Lynn.
No matter how many pounds of crops the hired Free People could harvest each day, they would receive a tenth as compensation.
He had already predicted such a scene would appear.
Because.
A tenth as compensation was indeed too generous!
Just like the more than five hundred acres of wheat fields in front of him, the yield per acre should reach one hundred pounds.
According to the labor force of a normal farmer, under tolerable tools, two acres of wheat crops could be harvested in a day!
That means.
These Free People could harvest nearly two hundred pounds of wheat after one day of labor.
They would obtain a tenth from it, which is twenty pounds of wheat.
If calculating according to the market price he knew, two pence per pound.
A Free Person could earn forty pence a day!
It should be known that the compensation for farmers providing basic physical labor for the lord is only one penny a day.
At most, just two pence.
Now itâs directly increased by twenty times.
The compensation was simply too generous!
Moreover, such compensation could be said to have no limit.
As long as these Free People push themselves, working hard, they could earn more compensation!
Such reward, let alone these farmers and Free People who had long suffered low compensation.
If he hadnât joined Master Lynnâs territory and become a foreman of the farmers.
Got used to the planting scale of Master Lynnâs territory.
Witnessed Master Lynnâs grand gestures of rewarding privatized land.
He would have been one of those Free People too.
Struggling with all his might to harvest crops and earn a tenth as compensation.
However, he thought for a moment.
Gavin couldnât help but feel fortunate to have joined Master Lynnâs territory, becoming a Townsman.
If it werenât for Master Lynn, he would never dare to imagine.
As a farmer, he would have the opportunity to obtain a piece of privatized land.
Even though gaining land would require long-time struggle and effort.
But itâs an attainable goal!
Different experiences, different insights lead to different perspectives on things.
Just as he sees now.
No matter how much effort these Free People put into harvesting wheat.
Receiving a tenth as compensation from the harvest.
Compared to a piece of privatized land, it is truly insignificant.
Not to mention how much crop yield a piece of privatized land could produce in a year.
The sense of security of having land that belongs only to oneself can never be matched by other compensations.
Suppressing these thoughts in his mind, Gavin took steps toward a soldier wearing Composite Armor in the distance.
He spoke with neither arrogance nor subservience: "Please convey a message to Earl for me."
"I need to ask him for help in dispatching a team of soldiers to maintain order among the Free Peopleâs barley harvest."
The soldierâs expression became solemn, and he promptly replied: "Alright, Gavin Agricultural Officer, Iâll go right away."
As the soldierâs voice fell, he bent his waist slightly and quickly retreated toward Morgan Town in the distance.
Watching the soldierâs silhouette, Gavin mumbled and repeated the soldierâs words.
"Agricultural Officer?"
Gavin shook his head helplessly.
He was dispatched by Master Lynn to Morgan Town to organize hired Free People for harvesting.
But Master Lynn indeed hasnât officially appointed him as the Agricultural Officer.
Itâs not something he particularly cares about.
As long as he can ensure stable living conditions for his son and wife.
As long as he can guarantee safety, without needing to live on meager daily meals anymore.
No matter how hard or tiring it gets, he doesnât mind.
Gavin led several farmers, walking toward the wheat fields ahead.
Seeing the teams of Free People ahead, holding sickles in their hands, faces full of excitement, harvesting enthusiastically.
Gavin inhaled a breath of air and called out in a deep voice to all the Free People.
"Everyone, todayâs harvest work is done."
"You can return to Morgan Town and rest!"
Free People who were bent over harvesting, upon hearing Gavinâs words.
They merely glanced back before throwing themselves back into harvesting.
Regarding Gavinâs displeased tone, they were even more indifferent.
The farmers following behind Gavin couldnât help but exchange glances.
For a moment, they didnât know what to do for Gavin.
They were merely helpers brought out from Master Lynnâs territory by Gavin.
Looking at their disregarding backs, Gavinâs expression became stern, and he shouted.
"Canât you hear?"
"I said todayâs work can end!"
As Gavinâs voice grew louder, more Free People heard Gavinâs words.