As the sky lightened, Frost Leaf Town was already buzzing with activity.

Otto led the farmers in moving iron plows out of the Blacksmith Shop, assembling them with ease and without any guidance.

"Unbelievable, last year we had only six plows by the end of spring plowing."

The tall and strong farmer marveled, "But this year we have sixty plows before we even start!"

"Well, there are many things you never expected."

The middle-aged farmer beside him snorted softly,

"Last year, you never imagined you would weigh 173 pounds, and you never imagined you'd become the group leader, leading ten people to work."

"Alright, enough chatter."

Otto's unemotional voice interrupted the farmer leader's conversation,

"Plowing group, today's target workload for each group is twenty acres."

"Clearing group, target workload is four acres."

Otto questioned loudly, "Can you complete it?"

"Yes, we can!"

The farmers and leaders responded in unison, their voices full of strength.

Even more imposing than the militia from typical Baron's territories.

These leaders were the top workers in the agricultural department, physically strong and always at the forefront of labor.

Many were transferred from the stone quarry.

Due to Luo De's strictness, even those with connections meet the basic criteria.

More importantly, their meals are good.

The farmers' meals in Frost Leaf Town are better than the militia in other Baron's territories.

The labor and nutrition gave the farmers well-defined muscles, each sporting abs.

"Very well, once completed, the Lord promises each of you a palm-sized piece of fresh meat tonight."

Otto happily promised.

In Frost Leaf Town, there might not be much bread, but there is definitely plenty of meat—regardless of how it tastes.

The farmers' joy was immediately apparent.

Sure enough, with more spring plowing work comes better meals.

"But let me set things straight, be careful with the plows."

"Clean out all stones and roots from the fields."

Otto sternly warned, "Anyone damaging the plow will not only lose work points but might even get whipped."

"Rest assured Master Otto, we'd rather mess up our own women than damage these precious plows!"

The tall farmer's words prompted hearty laughter from everyone.

"Women shouldn't be messed up either, take good care of everything."

Luo De approached slowly, Otto and the farmers immediately paid respects to Luo De,

"Good day, Lord."

Luo De nodded slightly and asked Otto, "Is everything arranged?"

"Yes, Lord."

Otto reported, "The plowing group has twenty members, and before the end of the month, we'll have completed leveling five thousand acres."

"Then the plowing group will join the clearing group, ensuring all land is leveled perfectly before the spring sowing, not delaying planting!"

"That's good."

Luo De nodded, "As long as the work is well done, neither work points nor meat will be scarce."

"Did everyone hear that?"

Otto beamed and turned to everyone, "The Lord says good work means enough of everything!"

"Woohoo!"

A beast-like cheer erupted, drawing the attention of the blacksmiths from the Blacksmith Shop!

Luo De waved his hand, signaling them to get to work.

Otto then turned, grinning obsequiously, "Lord, are you coming to help clear the fields with us?"

Otto couldn't help but recall last year's scene when Luo De personally led them in plowing.

He deeply hoped Luo De would join again—it would fully demonstrate the Lord's commitment to farming.

"I'd love to do such brainless work."

Luo De patted Otto's shoulder, "But I have other matters, go on now."

"Alright then, Lord."

Otto leaned in a bow, then followed his agricultural team.

Luo De entered the Blacksmith Shop and motioned Hammer and Bard to come over.

"Good day, Lord."

They bowed, "What are your orders."

"Bring your eating tools, and come with me to Wolf Field."

Luo De smiled with a hint of mystery,

"Time for you to show your talents."

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