"My lord, Manor No. 6 is operating normally. Those runaway slaves are getting along very well with the Wild People women, and some of the Wild People women can even work in the fields now."
Because Little Albert knew some Wild People's Language, Lynn had sent him to oversee the construction of Manor No. 6.
Every two or three days, he returned to the castle to report on the work. The news he brought back was almost always good.
He had never expected the runaway slaves and the Wild People to blend together so harmoniously. The many contingency measures prepared beforehand had proved completely unnecessary.
Sitting at his desk, Lynn reviewed the latest financial accounts handed to him by his two mistresses and casually corrected him. "They are all local residents of White Bear Territory, not runaway slaves or Wild People."
White Bear Territory was currently operating entirely on debt, but fortunately, it could still hold on.
Once the roads were finished and the rye ripened in August, White Bear Territory's economy would enter a healthy cycle.
Little Albert immediately stood at attention in fright. "My lord is right. These people are all local residents of our White Bear Territory, and your most loyal serfs!"
Lynn set down the list. "Come with me to the town."
"Yes, my lord!"
It was early June, and the blazing sun scorched the land as temperatures throughout the territory steadily climbed.
The two rode toward White Bear Town.
The rye in the Strip Fields was at the jointing stage, its tender green shoots swaying gently in the heat waves.
Wildflowers bloomed freely along the ridges between fields, while the adult female serfs worked in the Strip Fields, applying additional fertilizer.
This was naturally Lynn's arrangement as well.
The jointing stage was critical to rye