Boer responded, "Thank you for your guidance, Master Lynn."
Lynn nodded.
Under the transport of two hundred townsmen who had been mobilized, bag after bag of grain was stored in the warehouse.
The townsmen team responsible for sorting barley seeds was busy once again.
They rotated the handles of their windmills, using the rotation of the blades to blow out the hollow and shriveled grains mixed in the barley from the back of the windmill.
Not to mention the fifty thousand catties that Boer had promised.
The fifty thousand catties of barley currently being unloaded are enough to plant fifty thousand acres of farmland.
The remaining barley can completely serve as reserves for the transition into summer!
Looking at those bags filled to the brim with linen barley sacks.
Lynn, who originally worried about not having enough grain, couldn't help but exhale hot air.
Lynn found that every time development reached a certain level, different predicaments and crises would appear.
