The familiar feel and weight once again appeared in his hands.

After a simple attempt, Lynn understood.

As long as he focused his mind, he could place the items that belonged to him into the backpack.

Six horizontally and four vertically, totaling twenty-four slots.

At the bottom of the interface, there was also a weight limit of two hundred pounds.

In other words.

He could place twenty-four types of items, but the weight limit could not exceed two hundred pounds in the backpack.

Compared to unlocking other functions, Lynn felt the [Backpack] function was more practical!

An extra two hundred pounds of item placement.

He could completely place many items he needed but were inconvenient to carry into it.

For example, the [Fine] level scale armor with chain liner and greatsword forged by Flint for him.

They could be completely placed in it, ready to be taken out and worn when needed.

As for others seeing it and finding it unbelievable.

A ring engraved with a magic array and with storage capability already had legends in this world.

Lynn nodded with satisfaction.

Just then, Red also came to Lynn's side holding a water bottle.

"Master."

Lynn reached out to take it and took several large gulps.

The heat in his body felt slightly relieved.

He returned the water bottle to Red.

Lynn put down the two-handed axe in his hand and stepped toward the direction of the town to return.

Before leaving, Lynn made a round in the logging workshop for inspection.

It had been nearly three or four months since the last wooden track construction.

Excluding the shipyard making Noel Ships, which required some logs.

Plus, the main occupation on the territory before was open field planting labor.

Aside from making Noel Ships in the shipyard and large machinery in the woodworker workshop, some logs were needed.

The only large infrastructure project was the Weng City at the mountain pass, the watchtower, and the Outpost Fortress that had not yet started.

However, these infrastructure projects were all handled by Avery and the construction workers, chopping and collecting tree trunks from the mountain forest.

There was no workforce dispatched to the logging workshop to transport logs.

Mainly because the distance from the city wall to the logging workshop was too far.

Aside from different directions, the distance was no different from returning to the town from the city wall!

Rather than spending manpower and resources, it was better to arrange personnel to chop nearby.

Even though there were only two hundred people in the logging workshop engaged in chopping and log processing.

However, after accumulating a few months, a lot of logs had piled up.

But.

Using these logs to start building wooden tracks between the major industries in the territory was far from enough.

Not only were the logs insufficient, but the labor force was also limited.

Unless, as before, half of the labor force from other industries was reallocated to fully lay the wooden tracks.

Lynn felt.

Unless the territory developed and manufactured a steam engine, then applied the steam engine to the train.

Otherwise.

Even if wooden tracks were laid, it wouldn't significantly speed up the transportation capacity within the territory.

He could only temporarily postpone this idea.

Walking out of the logging workshop.

Lynn stepped onto the lime road, scraped off the dirt from his shoe soles, and removed the leaves stuck on him.

Under the gaze of the townsmen on both sides of the lime road, he returned to the town.

Sitting on a bench in the Lord's Square, his gaze turned afar.

In the distance where his gaze settled, carriages were moving along the lime road, heading toward the Lord's Square.

The current weather was getting better and better, and merchants coming to his territory were becoming more frequent.

It's only been a few short days since Hunter last came to his territory.

This was a good thing for him.

Only when merchants continuously came to his territory, bringing tens of thousands of pounds of grain.

Could his territory sustain until the summer harvest in July or August.

Under Lynn's watchful eyes, carriages kept approaching.

Finally, they stopped in front of Lynn on the open space of the Lord's Square.

Boer jumped off the lead horse and strode toward Lynn.

Approaching Lynn, Boer bowed and saluted, "Master Lynn."

Lynn continued sitting on the bench, with no intention of standing up to greet him.

Not that he was being overbearing, but because he was the lord of this land.

His status was far above Boer's!

Lynn responded, "Mr. Boer, the goods delivered to my territory this time are..."

Boer smiled, "Master Lynn, it is precisely the grain you need most."

"Fifty thousand pounds of barley!"

"These fifty thousand pounds of barley are just part of it."

"In my Morgan Town warehouse, there's still another one hundred and fifty thousand pounds of barley waiting for me to deliver to you, Master Lynn."

Lynn nodded with satisfaction.

Boer said with some difficulty: "But Master, the price of barley is becoming more and more outrageous."

"Now, it has reached two pence per pound!"

Lynn replied, "Mr. Boer, there's no need to worry."

"As long as it's market price, I will still purchase all of it!"

Boer, who had wanted to say more, closed his mouth immediately upon hearing Master Lynn's wealthy declaration.

Boer thought carefully.

The Master Lynn before him was a lord who owned three exploitable mines!

Among other things.

Just the price of fine salt at nine pence per pound could buy four or five pounds of barley.

It seemed the price of barley wasn't an issue at all.

Boer said, "Master Lynn, it's not just that the price of barley is rising."

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