King of the North: My Lord's Diary Weekly Summary

Today, the wealthy man wore a dark blue thick cotton robe with a wool vest over it, looking more "formal" than the previous two days.

But when he saw the oxen behind Wayne, his limited perspective as a rural villager was finally revealed:

Like the villagers around him, his eyes were wide open and his mouth slightly agape, his shock undisguised.

But Gordon quickly realized his lapse in composure, and after composing himself in embarrassment, he jogged up to Wayne and bowed deeply.

"Ma... Phew, Your Excellency Baron! What brings you here...?"

His gaze unconsciously drifted towards the cows behind him.

"I've come to help with the village's autumn harvest."

Wayne dismounted and took out the annotated letter from his pocket: "I've read your proposal. I've made some annotations on it. Go back and review it, then revise it and give it to me again."

Old Gordon accepted the letter with both hands and said respectfully, "Yes, I will read it carefully and revise it as soon as possible."

Wayne nodded, his gaze sweeping across the snow at the village entrance.

The snow had been cleared away, revealing the frozen dirt road.

There was no trace of the bloodstains left by the bandits' heads yesterday.

"The village entrance is quite clean."

Wayne asked casually, "Is Barton back?"

Old Gordon's face stiffened, then he forced a smile: "Not yet... I doubt they'll be back. Those bandits are ruthless. Your Excellency, the way you killed that scarred man must have been incredibly heroic..."

The safety of this village will depend entirely on you from now on.

He lavished praise on the village, speaking in a flattering manner, but Wayne sensed the probing in his words—old Gordon wanted to ascertain whether the new lord was confident in his ability to retaliate against the bandits and whether he would properly protect the village.

"I have my own plans for dealing with the bandits."

Wayne said calmly, "You just need to do what you're supposed to do."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Old Gordon nodded repeatedly, then, after a moment of contemplation, leaned in half a step and lowered his voice: "When I deliver the revised economic plan tonight, I will include some additional intelligence regarding the situation of the bandits in the Northwest."

Wayne glanced at him, said nothing, and simply nodded slightly.

Old Gordon is alright; he's saved his fortune.

At this point, the other villagers were also alerted.

The villagers peeked out of their houses, and when they saw the four pairs of strong oxen and the cart piled with sickles, gasps of surprise rose and fell.

"Oxen! Oxen!"

"My God, carrying so much metal stuff..."

"The lord really brought cattle!"

A crowd gradually gathered, including men, women, and children, their eyes burning with intense desire as they stared at the oxen.

In the North, cattle are more precious than gold—they mean more land cleared, faster farming, higher yields, more food stored up for winter, and fewer people starving to death.

Therefore, oxen represent many human lives—but in the eyes of the villagers, human lives are incomparable to them.

Because the lives lost belong to others, while the life-saving food brought by the oxen may very well save them!

The village chief of Tiki also rushed over upon hearing the news. The old village chief looked much better today, and his steps were lighter.

When he saw the oxen, his eyes even turned a little red.

"Your Excellency...you really..."

Tiki's voice was choked with emotion.

"What I say, I will keep."

Wayne patted the old man on the shoulder: "Now, let Anke connect with you on the labor force data."

Today we brought more than twenty people from the camp, plus the people who can be spared from the village, as well as these cattle and iron tools. You estimate how many people we need for the autumn harvest and how long it will take to complete.

By the way, I have twenty spare workers. If they can be used, you can add them to the plan.

Give it to me today.

Tiki rubbed his eyes and immediately got into character: "Yes, sir!"

"It won't take that long. Please come with me to the field. I'll start calculating as I go!"

The group walked towards the fields outside the village.

In the northern border region at the end of August, the bean and wheat fields were already golden, and the heavy harvest swayed in the cold wind.

However, a closer look reveals that many wheat stalks and bean pods have already fallen over and detached, indicating that they are overripe—if they are not harvested soon, the losses will be significant.

Tiki squatted at the edge of the field, grabbed a handful of soil, and looked at the fullness of the wheat ears, his brow furrowed.

"Sir, the grain collection process needs to be sped up."

The old man stood up: "These wheat and beans can last for at most twenty days. Any later and large swaths of grain will fall off."

Based on past experience, it would take us at least half a month to harvest these several hundred acres of land in the village, relying solely on our own manpower, and that would require working from dawn till dusk.

He turned to look at the laborers and oxen Wayne had brought, his eyes lighting up: "But now with these oxen and iron tools, plus extra manpower... if arranged properly..."

Two weeks! No, it should be collected in about ten days!

"Ten days?"

Wayne raised an eyebrow: "Are you sure? This land is nearly four hundred acres, isn't it?"

"Sure!"

Tiki said firmly, "Oxen can pull carts to transport bundles of wheat, and iron sickles can harvest more than three times faster than stone or wooden knives."

If you divide the people into three groups—one for harvesting, one for bundling, and one for transporting—working in shifts day and night, ten days will definitely be enough!

Wayne looked at Anke: "What do you think?"

Anke had already done the calculations in her mind and nodded, saying, "It's feasible."

We can bring ten more men from the camp, and the cavalry, apart from the necessary guards, can also help during the day.

This way, there will be more manpower available.

"it is good."

Wayne made the decision: "Village Chief Tiki, you make a detailed autumn harvest plan now—how many people and how many cattle are needed, how the tools should be allocated, and what the daily progress should be. Give it to me before dinner."

The plan needs to be finalized first thing tomorrow morning.

"yes!"

Tiki responded excitedly.

Upon hearing the news, the villagers erupted in even louder cheers.

Some people couldn't wait to pet the oxen, and others, with Wayne's permission, began to try out the ropes that led the oxen. The atmosphere in the whole village came alive.

Wayne watched all this with a slight smile on his lips.

Then he turned to Ronald: "Come on, while it's still early, let's go take a look to the west."

"What does the master wish to investigate?"

Ronald asked.

"Let's see which direction our 'neighbors' might come from."

Wayne mounted his horse, "Let's also see if there are any suitable pastures for grazing sheep to the west."

OK.

The two rode their horses westward, leaving the village.

As he traveled towards the southwestern lands, Wayne once again confirmed that he had no knowledge of the power system of this world.

then……

"By the way, Ronald, do you have an accurate understanding of your own abilities?"

For example, what level of strength do you possess in the kingdom—or... what rank?