The Burden of Work

Linsey is a very polite person.

Although he emptied the Messenger Hall of all its materials, he also wrote a short letter indicating their whereabouts.

He made a promise in the letter.

If the Wasteland recovers in the future, the messengers from Starhorn City will return and take over the abandoned building.

Then, we can use this letter to retrieve these documents from the Banyan Forest.

After looting everything, Linsey and Vivian returned to their territory together.

His intention was to let Vivian rest, but the little girl was incredibly stubborn.

After briefly handing over her work, Vivian quickly selected the guards to escort her and the workers to build the road, and set off again at noon the next day.

Linsey escorted the team all the way to the entrance of the Banyan Forest.

As the figures of the people gradually disappeared, he noticed the sound of a wheelchair behind him.

"So young, yet so hardworking."

"Linsey, are you really grooming her as your successor?"

Linsey glanced at Hilude, but did not deny the claim:

"I can't stay here forever."

"That's true." Hilude smiled slightly. "Heroes who become Lord are often corrupted by time and eventually turn into dragons. Your judgment is very wise in order to prevent the true nature of a hero from fading away."

At this point, Hilude's tone changed:

"But everything here was built by your skills. Are you sure you can just give up like this?"

Linsey replied:

"Every parting and reunion is for a better future."

"It's not time for me to give up yet."

"I also hope that these people can move forward on their own in the future."

Hilude wanted to say something more.

But before the young writer could speak, Linsey went around to the back and forcefully grabbed the wheelchair handles.

"Ah?"

Hilude an eyebrow.

After nearly a year of getting to know each other, she understood that Linsey wouldn't be tempted by good looks. So, aside from the expectation hidden in her eyes, she asked in a more realistic tone:

"Every time you offer to push my wheelchair, it's never for anything good."

"Tell me, what is it this time?"

Linsey gave a mysterious smile.

"Don't worry, I won't let you teach those Villagers this time."

"I have...we have a very fulfilling job that can fill a lot of time, and we can't afford to waste any more time now."

"..."

"My God, you've confiscated the messenger's entire fortune?"

That night, Hilude screamed.

Upon returning to the territory, Linsey used his skills to build a sheltered storage room specifically for storing these materials.

And when these things were placed in front of the young writer.

"..."

Hilude turned her head to look at the university next door, then at the library in front of her, her tone and eyes blank:

What do you want to do?

Linsey gave a heartwarming smile:

"Can you guess who will be assigned to this task?"

"..."

"May I write a letter to the City of a Thousand Sails Writers' Association? There are people here oppressing high-level awakened laborers!"

Hilude slumped into her wheelchair, her whole body seemingly shrinking.

But Linsey's smile remained:

"If you can deliver it, you can try writing a letter."

Hilude was still catching her breath after a long time.

After waiting a few minutes, she raised her finger and put forward a bold idea:

"Or you could just keep stuffing me into the shop and make me your shop slave?"

Linsey expressed her encouragement:

"Once the territory's economic system is rebuilt, this task can be entirely entrusted to you."

"By the way, if you can train your students well enough, they can help you accomplish this task too!"

Hilude was then pushed into the building by Linsey.

Amidst the turning of pages and the creaking of wheelchairs, some people are forced to begin a new round of work.

Linsey passed the task to Hilde, but she herself wasn't idle either.

Managing the territory is a very demanding task.

Especially as the population grows, considerations are given to housing, diet, territorial division, and even whether these people living in the Wasteland have ever had any enmity with each other.

Hammer can do some of the work he's accumulated over the past few months, but Linsey still needs to handle some of it himself.

A whole night passed, and Linsey still hadn't finished the backlog of work, but the sky outside was beginning to lighten with the first rays of dawn.

"How long has it been since I last stayed up all night?"

Linsey wasn't sleepy, but he still yawned out of habit.

"Also, the Town Hall needs an upgrade."

Linsey checked the territory panel; all the materials were ready.

As for the gold coins, the Mint continued production during his absence.

"One week left..."

Linsey touched her nose and went downstairs, preparing to start production on the assembly line.

Hilude worked through the night yesterday, just like him.

At this point, he stopped bothering the unfortunate writer.

But just as she was walking down the stairs, Linsey suddenly stopped.

Just then, his gaze swept over the flowerbed in the backyard. Among the low-lying bromegranates, a single, exceptionally tall golden ear of wheat shone through.

"Ah?"

"This... is a mutated plant?"

Linsey's expression changed. Too lazy to go downstairs, he jumped directly into the backyard.

As its form landed in the wheat field, the plant's attributes were revealed.

Golden Oat)

A mutant crop with extremely high reproductive capacity, wide adaptability, high yield, and strong disease resistance.

[A super plant, reasonably priced.]

"Super Plant?"

Linsey blinked, momentarily hesitant to even reach out and touch the Golden Oat in front of her.

How long has he been cultivating plants here?

It's only a few months away from a full year.

But this mutation has now allowed him to harvest crops of the perfect standard.

Whether it's yield, disease resistance, or other attributes, there are absolutely no flaws!

"In short, calm down first."

Linsey took a deep breath.

He switched modules at lightning speed, transforming the plants in front of him into Resource Conversion.

Linsey valued this experiment immensely.

Half a day later, with the help of Bone Meal and resources, the Golden Oat successfully propagated. Linsey harvested the corresponding seeds and found no signs of varietal degeneration.

So he kept the spare seeds and began cultivating them anew.

Working tirelessly, using only his spare time to handle government affairs, Linsey managed to stockpile enough seeds for Sowing and propagation.

After he went out of the house again.

It happened to be mealtime that day, so he thought he would go and have lunch with the people.

On the road.

Linsey saw some children, as well as several mothers who had come out of their homes.

The Banyan Forest is also a great place for children to play, where they play a game of hide-and-seek.

"Come and chase me!"

"Hahaha!"

You can't catch me.

"..."

Then, the mothers' voices rang out:

"You brat, come back here right now."

"Time to eat!"

The children's cheerful figures became listless under their mother's impatient shouts.

This is a scene that can't be seen anywhere else in this Wasteland.

"..."

Linsey looked at the Golden Oat in her hand, then at her people.

He nodded to himself:

"Good."

"All the effort was worthwhile."