Striding out from the Lord's Square, he headed towards a vast expanse of arable land in the distance.
He stood still in front of a crop that had grown to nearly a meter high.
Lynn's gaze swept over the scene ahead.
In the gentle breeze, the plants swayed continuously, resembling golden waves.
The air was filled with a rich and distinctive aroma of barley.
He slightly lowered his head to observe the robust stalks in front of him.
On the stalks, yellowing leaves loosely clung to them.
Strings of mature barley grains, akin to smooth pearls, were embedded in the ears of grain.
Thanks to Gavin and Wilbur, who led the farmers in dedicated care.
Fertilizing, pest control, and irrigation.
Coupled with the heavy plow cultivation and the warm environment of the Karedi Empire.
The barley he planted matured earlier than he anticipated.
The barley is mature.
For him, and for this land, it is good news!
If only this field of barley can be harvested.
