After dinner, the villagers gathered around the fire, talking with smiles about the day's happenings.

Leisurely and fortunate words occasionally sounded from their mouths.

Young men and women in twos and threes strolled along the lime road of the village, whispering, with a hint of shyness in their conversations.

With the walls now in place, the lives of the villagers in the village have completely settled down.

They no longer have to worry about where their next meal will come from.

Nor do they have to be afraid of sudden bandit attacks threatening their lives.

Compared to their former lives, this place feels like the legendary Eden!

All they have here is vitality and goodness!

Now, the only thing they need to think about is having children.

After all, even Master Lynn said so.

He promises to take responsibility for all newborns.

Not only will there be rewards in gold pounds, but he will also ensure that every newborn has milk and eggs every day!

Such a promise moved them deeply.

It is known that such a life is only for the children of nobility.

...

Perhaps it's because they know that these red brick houses are where they will live in the future.

The speed of constructing red brick houses, while ensuring quality, is surprisingly fast.

From the start of rebuilding to now, in just over half a month, there are already more than three or four hundred red brick houses in the village.

In another half month, a residential area of a thousand houses for the villagers will be completed!

However.

Lynn did not let them move in first.

Once the residential area is completed, Lynn will need to number all the red brick houses, have villagers register their real names, and assign their job positions.

Only this way, with responsibility assigned to individuals, can management be more convenient!

With more than two thousand people now, Lynn can barely tell who is who.

With more population in the future, trying to distinguish and find someone would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

...

In the kitchen.

Lynn was sitting in front of the stove, occasionally adding some anthracite coal to increase the stove's temperature.

On the stove.

In a pottery pot fifty centimeters high, streams of vapor continuously emanated.

Whiffs of scent, like that of lemon, floated out, lingering around the kitchen.

[Lemon Balm Tonic]: Non-toxic, made from lemon balm, it has anti-inflammatory, pain relief, antiviral, and anti-allergy effects.

During these days of continuously brewing the tonic, Lynn's [medicine] experience kept increasing.

Not only that.

Lynn was surprised to find that his [cooking] experience also slightly increased.

Brewing the tonic not only helps villagers boost their immunity but also increases experience.

Killing two birds with one stone.

While Lynn was earning experience.

The sound of galloping hooves could be heard from afar.

Lynn looked through the open kitchen.

He saw Rose approaching on horseback with Boer.

What made Lynn curious was that Boer came empty-handed this time?

Rose and Boer jumped off their horses and quickly came to Lynn's side.

Boer's face was full of strain, and even his words were broken and slow, "Master Lynn, I…"

Lynn interrupted him, "Take your time, no hurry."

Upon hearing Master Lynn's words, Boer was startled.

He then realized he was being too abrupt!

Boer took a few deep breaths, calming his nerves, and then said steadily, "Master Lynn, I need your help."

Lynn remained silent, looking directly at Boer.

Boer continued, "Master Lynn, I was transporting a batch of linen cloth and grain from Morgan Town to your village, but my carriage convoy was robbed by bandits!"

"They killed my drivers, stole the goods meant for trading with you, and took my carriages..."

"I wish to ask you to send out soldiers to retrieve that batch of goods."

Lynn did not reply immediately but asked, "How many bandits were there?"

Boer's face displayed a moment of recollection, but then he confessed with some shame, "Master Lynn, I... I don't know how many bandits there were..."

"But Master Lynn, I heard them calling themselves the 'Iron Blood Brotherhood'!"

Boer realized how presumptuous his request was.

Without knowing the enemy's details, no one would rashly send out troops.

Lynn said, "Mr. Boer, if that's the case, I can't help you."

Even knowing who they were, and having a task titled 'Task: Eliminate the Iron Blood Brotherhood!' in his task bar.

Lynn still had no intention of sending troops.

The soldiers and guards he had now numbered about four hundred!

Half of them were newly conscripted soldiers.

They didn't have combat experience and are unprepared for battle.

Even if each equipped with a war spear and a round shield, the chances of them surviving on the battlefield would be scarce.

Moreover, even if he destroyed all the Iron Blood Brotherhood bandits.

What could he gain?

Boer's allegiance?

Or Boer giving him all the goods?

Or perhaps a reward from the task?

Lynn didn't need any of these.

What he needed now was population, preserving strength, and planning for the future!

Boer's face was full of despair.

But he understood that Master Lynn's refusal was the right course of action.

Lynn continued, "Mr. Boer, if this bandits' attack bankrupts you, it's not a big deal!"

Boer widened his eyes, looking at Master Lynn in surprise, "Master Lynn, how do you... know this?"

Lynn smiled slightly, "Because many merchants, upon knowing that they can exchange for fine salt here, rush trying to bring all the goods available in the market to my territory."

Boer's face showed a hint of embarrassment.

He was exactly the kind of merchant Lynn described.

To exchange for more fine salt and earn more profit.

He indeed used all his savings to buy carriages and goods.

But unexpectedly, just after going all in, he was robbed by bandits!

This was why he hurriedly came to Master Lynn's territory for help.

Lynn continued, "If that's the case, I can lend you three thousand pounds of fine salt."

Hearing the young lord's words before him, Boer's face was full of shock.

Three thousand pounds of fine salt!

At the minimum market price of six pence per pound, that's seventy-five gold pounds!

Just lending it to him like that?

Boer didn't know what to say for a moment, "Master Lynn, you... this..."

"Is this really okay?"

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