Lynn pondered in his mind.
He realized that the basic operations of the entire territory were already taking shape.
Some parts have just begun, slightly weak, but still entering the drafting and execution phase, forming a certain prototype.
At this thought.
Lynn's heart felt a bit complex, somewhat sentimental.
From being alone at the beginning, standing on a barren land filled with weeds.
To now, becoming the Lord of a small town of nine thousand people, with the initial development of the territory taking shape!
Of course.
Lynn also understood.
This was only just the beginning.
One year only transformed him from a solitary figure into a Lord of a preliminarily formed territory.
That's all!
His territory was still plagued with internal and external problems.
Firstly, the food crisis was still unresolved.
After two large-scale tillages, his territory had planted one hundred thousand acres of barley fields.
