Lynn once again surveyed the chickens in the coop with a hint of doubt.

After confirming there were no issues, he turned his gaze to Boer.

"What's the price of these chickens?"

Upon hearing Master Lynn's inquiry, before George could speak, Boer promptly explained.

"Master Lynn, these chickens are of three types: Golden Chicken, Sussex Chicken, and Rose Crowned Bantam Chicken."

"Normally, the price of the Rose Crowned Bantam Chicken is higher than the Golden Chicken and Sussex Chicken."

"But thanks to you, Master Lynn, I've achieved what I have today, so I'm willing to offer them all at one price to you."

"There are a total of one thousand three hundred chickens here, calculated at eleven pence per chicken, which totals Fifty-Nine Gold Pounds."

This price was rounded down by Boer.

Lynn nodded, saying, "No problem, two thousand four hundred pounds of fine salt or Gold Pounds."

A chicken weighs approximately three pounds.

Considering the nutritional value of chickens and the value of the eggs or chicks they produce through breeding.

Eleven pence is not expensive.

Moreover.

Even if these chickens were priced at fifteen pence each, he would choose to buy them all.

Salt, there's always plenty!

Boer's face showed a trace of fervor.

"Fine salt, fine salt, generous Master Lynn."

Two thousand four hundred pounds of fine salt already exceeds Fifty-Nine Gold Pounds!

Indeed.

Generous Master Lynn, never fusses over trivialities.

Lynn said, "Once the transaction is completed, transport these chickens to Guy's farm, and let him handle the subsequent breeding."

George replied, "Yes, Master Lynn."

Under the gaze of George and Boer, Lynn headed towards the kitchen not far away.

In just a few short minutes.

The sound of chopping and slicing emanated from the kitchen.

[Cooking Experience +1]

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[Cooking Experience +1]

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Boer looked over in confusion.

Master Lynn was surprisingly frantically wielding the Bone-Cutting Knife…

Cough cough~

The sound of a dry cough came from George.

"Mr. Boer!"

Upon hearing his name, Boer quickly withdrew his gaze.

This was Master Lynn's domain, and to look around like this was an intrusion on Master Lynn!

Boer's face was full of apology, "Sorry, Master George, I was impolite."

George continued, "Mr. Boer, I need to borrow your cart to transport these chickens to the pasture… you'll need to wait a moment."

Boer said, "Of course."

Boer naturally was not worried that George would abscond with the dual-horse-drawn cart he dared to buy.

Compared to the fine salt Master Lynn could offer.

The value of these eight carts is nearly negligible!

Would a billionaire really focus on a beggar's few pence?

Of course not!

However, if it were another lord, it might not be the same.

Other lords not only would take the pence from a beggar's battered bowl, but also enslave the beggar!

George guided Boer along the lime road toward the pasture.

Boer's gaze uncontrollably took in his surroundings.

The development of this estate completely exceeded his expectations!

There were water wheels, lime roads, and city walls…

These were impressive enough.

He even saw a large structure entirely constructed of Red Brick.

The towering chimney constantly emitted white steam.

As a traveling merchant, he was quite knowledgeable.

Yet, in Master Lynn's territory, he felt like a country bumpkin newly arrived in the city!

Everything seemed novel and unfamiliar!

Seeing Boer's strange expression, George smiled and said, "That is the Red Brick Factory."

Boer's eyebrows raised, "Red Brick Factory? So large?"

George explained, "Yes, it occupies five or sixty acres, and can produce over three hundred thousand Red Bricks at a time."

Boer's eyes widened instantly.

Three hundred thousand bricks?

He began to doubt his own ears.

Half an hour later, eight carts stopped at the entrance to the pasture.

George spoke, "This is Master Lynn's pasture, please wait for a moment."

Gazing at the vast pasture before him, Boer's mouth hung open.

They call this a pasture?

Surely, it spans several thousand acres?

Is this Master Lynn's estate?

Shortly after.

George Guy, along with a dozen farm villagers, emerged.

Looking at the cooped chickens, Guy's eyes brightened.

"Did Master Lynn really buy poultry? How many are there?"

George responded, "One thousand three hundred, you'll be quite busy from now on!"

Guy laughed unconcernedly, "Yes, raising chickens is relatively easy!"

Once the pasture received all the chickens.

Two thousand four hundred pounds of fine salt were loaded onto Boer's cart.

Boer left somewhat reluctantly.

Two thousand four hundred pounds of fine salt, if sold to the salt merchant at seven pence per pound.

He could obtain Seventy Gold Pounds.

And for transporting one thousand three hundred chickens, the average price was just Nine pence, totaling Forty-Eight Gold Pounds fifteen shillings.

Aside from transportation costs and time costs, not to be mentioned.

In this transaction, he's gained Twenty-One Gold Pounds.

Even after deducting some market taxes and so forth, he could still earn at least Twenty Gold Pounds!

Such terrifying profits made Boer smack his lips.

Trading with Master Lynn is indeed tremendously profitable!

Thinking of this, he once again urged the coachman to quicken the carriage's pace.

He needed to leave Master Lynn's territory as soon as possible and transport more goods here.

...

The next morning.

After breakfast.

Lynn stood on the open ground in front of the village.

And in front of him stood a throng of villagers!

Excluding those fixed in their respective posts, the remaining eight hundred villagers, who could be mobilized at will, were all summoned by Lynn.

Lynn's gaze swept over the faces of the crowd.

With such good food in the territory, they were no longer emaciated, their faces full of brightness and anticipation.

Lynn nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and said, "Everyone, I am the lord of this land, Lynn!"

Upon hearing that name, their bodies instinctively bent forward to show sincerity and respect.

Lynn continued, "From this moment on, you eight hundred people will be entrusted with a heavy responsibility."

There was no discussion among the villagers; they merely widened their eyes, staring directly at their Master Lynn.

"I need you to demolish this entire village!"

Wow!

As soon as Lynn spoke, a sound of disbelief erupted from the crowd.

Just as slight murmurs were about to arise, Lynn continued speaking.

"The wooden houses you're currently living in will be replaced with red brick houses."

"The stone roads you're standing on will become red brick roads!"

"You will become the reshapers and creators of this village!"

After hearing Master Lynn's words.

The disbelief on their faces instantly turned to shock.

As former villagers or slaves, they naturally didn't understand Lynn's intention of baking red bricks.

Nor did they need to understand Lynn's intentions.

As long as Master Lynn issued the order, they would just bury their heads and finish the work.

They could then receive their food and a wooden house to shield them from the elements.

But now, they understood.

Master Lynn was baking red bricks to rebuild the entire village!

And they would live in red brick houses impervious to wind and rain!

In no time.

They felt completely invigorated.

Seeing the eager expressions of the villagers, Lynn felt satisfied.

His purpose was simple.

To let these villagers know that his next step was to improve their living standards!

To make them understand that their hard work was for themselves.

That was enough.

As for the zoning of the village, Lynn had observed the holographic map and planned more than once.

Starting from the current village, demolishing while building!

Lynn had also considered building on the surrounding empty ground.

But ultimately he abandoned the idea.

The current village had nearly a thousand wooden houses, occupying too much land.

Lynn needed to liberate and re-plan this land.

The eight hundred villagers, Lynn directly divided them into several batches.

A hundred people drove carriages and ox carts to the red brick factory and lime, transporting the necessary building materials.

Two hundred people began demolishing, completely tearing down all the wooden houses in the village.

As for where the villagers would live afterward?

There was plenty of empty space outside the village!

Now that it was summer, there was no need to worry about the cold!

Two hundred people were responsible for excavating, digging foundations for the red brick houses on the demolished land.

A hundred and fifty people worked on building the walls!

The remaining fifty went to the empty grounds outside the village to build temporary shelters.

With Lynn's order, the eight hundred people spread out.

Following Master Lynn's division of labor, they engaged in their respective labors.

...

The wooden houses at the front of the village were demolished very quickly.

Because those wooden houses were the ones Lynn, along with Red Kuisi and Lex, initially established.

A few simple wooden houses, smokehouses, brewing workshops…

At some point, Kuisi came to Lynn and Red's side.

Despite feeling she had matured considerably after handling matters over this period,

Looking at the wooden houses she had personally built and lived in for so long, now about to be demolished,

there was a hint of obvious reluctance on Kuisi's face.

Lynn glanced at Kuisi, smiled casually, without any words.

The development was just beginning.

There would be more replacements of the old with the new in the future…

Lynn did not join the demolition and reconstruction work. Rather, he went to a far-off vacant lot to assist the villagers in setting up temporary accommodations and kitchens!

[Construction Experience +1]

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The eight hundred able-bodied laborers, perhaps inspired by Lynn's morning encouragement, worked with unusual efficiency.

Dozens of villagers were responsible for demolition.

Dozens more villagers used a relay method to transport the logs from the wooden houses' construction to the back, piling them up.

Preparing them for future reuse.

By dusk.

Nearly a quarter of the village had already been demolished.

At most, within three or four days, all the wooden houses in the village could be demolished!

By nightfall.

The villagers who had labored outside returned to the village under the dimming sky.

Even though Master Lynn had sent guards to inform them at noon.

Seeing the village in a state of ruin now with their own eyes, they were still stunned…

Master Lynn had indeed dismantled his village!

But they had no complaints.

After dinner.

The night grew deeper.

All the villagers gathered around the bonfire, sleeping on the lime-paved grounds outside the village.

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