Feeling those scorching gazes, those faces full of anticipation.
Lynn's words did not stop.
"From this moment on, with everyone's collective effort, this year's spring plowing and planting has concluded."
"The winter barley sown and the batch of spring barley, if all goes well, will yield a bountiful harvest in July and August!"
"The yield per acre will be at least one hundred and fifty pounds!"
The townsmen, upon hearing this, widened their eyes involuntarily.
Those like Gavin and Wilbur, who have been part of the territory for a long time and have experienced a harvest, know this yield per acre.
However, the majority of the townsmen heard this for the first time.
Yield per acre of one hundred and fifty pounds!
Above!
Such a yield per acre exceeds their previous barley planting by nearly forty to fifty pounds!
Lynn paused for two seconds and continued speaking.
