However, Lynn didn't think too much.
Just put your heart into it.
Until the afternoon, Lynn put down the iron hoe and stepped out of the fields.
Coming to the edge of the lime road, he scraped the mud off his shoes and let out a breath of warmth.
It had been ten days since the first day of cultivation.
A stretch of land had been cultivated before his eyes.
Once fertilized, the barley seeds soaking in the town could be planted into the soil.
Perhaps due to the increasing frequency of cultivation.
The planting skills of these townsmen had become increasingly proficient.
Lynn felt that maybe the cultivated land area from this spring farming could surpass last year's autumn farming!
Unfortunately, the quantity of draft horses and oxen was still too little.
If there were more draft horses and oxen, cultivating seventy to eighty thousand acres in this spring farming wouldn't be a challenge!
Just as Lynn was sighing in his heart.
