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

"Bang!"

Wayne pulled open the door, and the cold night wind dragged ice particles into the room.

Wright stood outside the door, the torchlight illuminating his face, which he had never shown before; behind him stood the village chief, Tiki, whose expression was numb and whose lips were blue from the cold.

"Sir, the frost has come early!"

Seeing Wayne, Tiki seemed to see a glimmer of hope and spoke first, his voice trembling: "We've only harvested twenty tons of grain; the remaining dozen or so tons will freeze to death!"

Wayne's face darkened, and his mind raced.

As a lord, he had learned about the consumption of grain when he and the village chief devised the grain-grabbing plan, and he also used this information to plan the balance between the grain-grabbing and bandit-suppression plans.

Therefore, he understood what this frost, which came more than half a month earlier than expected, meant.

It is undoubtedly devastating for the village—the current harvest of twenty tons of grain, even considering only the village's more than one hundred people, is barely enough to feed them until late November.

Even with the nearly twenty tons of grain he purchased from the Duke, his nearly two hundred subjects simply couldn't survive the long winter in the North.

Moreover, the northern border is barren, and the mountain bandits have no food reserves—at present, apart from the random reward from his cheat ability, Wayne seems to have no other way to solve the problem of food for the winter.

However, the "resources" option never appeared in the notes, so Wayne couldn't gamble on his survival.

Therefore, the food supply must be saved, and... only tonight can it be saved.

But this also means that most of the workforce must work through the night.

But the bandits are in the Phip Forest to the northwest—they may even be lying in ambush nearby, following the frost.

They were like a pack of hungry wolves, ready to pounce and tear us apart at any moment.

Wayne already lacked manpower. As for combat units, the bandits were all desperate men. Not to mention whether his recruited cavalry could defeat ordinary bandits in a one-on-one fight, their numbers were only half of theirs.

Now, he has to allocate resources to salvage the grain supply.

The worst part was that the frost arrived at this crucial moment, before anyone had rested, and Ronald alone couldn't maintain defense for long...

Therefore, tonight will be the most difficult night for Wayne since he arrived in the territory. As the lord, any wrong judgment or command at this crucial juncture could undo all the previous efforts.

Even... losing one's life.

Wayne's thought process lasted only a dozen seconds.

But to Wright and Tiki, the silence was suffocatingly long.

They stared at the young lord's face, at his eyes that flickered rapidly in the firelight, awaiting the command that would decide everyone's fate.

"Wright".

Wayne's voice was unusually calm: "Have everyone at the outpost move to the village with all essential supplies except fuel and raw materials."

You and Ronald escorted the goods, delivering the most important salt and most of the grain to Gordon's house, and storing the remaining grain in the warehouse.

Go now, and meet me at Gordon's house later with all the core members.

He turned to the village chief: "Tiki, come back to the village with me."

"Sir, what about the outpost over here..."

Tiki was stunned. He hadn't expected Wayne to completely disregard the old home that he had built and developed over so long.

"No, I don't want it."

Wayne said firmly, "The most important thing now is to preserve food and concentrate manpower."

"Clinging to those wooden huts will only send us to our deaths."

"But sir, you haven't brought any guards..."

Wayne was speechless. He didn't respond to Tiki anymore, but quickly walked to the stable, mounted his horse, and reached out to pull Tiki onto the saddle: "Hold on tight!"

The incident happened suddenly, and Wayne decided to prioritize securing the most important supplies and reduce the area requiring manpower for defense.

Because now, due to the early onset of frost, their situation and that of the mountain bandits have undergone a fundamental change.

He originally planned to wait patiently until the grain harvest was complete, then use the strongholds from the southwest lookout to the southwest outpost and the southeast outpost to push the bandits into the mountains, and then, with the geographical information given by old Gordon, directly destroy their stronghold.

But for now, we can only gather our troops in one place and hold our ground to the death.

He followed Tiji back to the village, partly to stabilize public morale and mobilize people to rush for grain.

Secondly, he was prepared to fight to the death against the bandits who might launch a surprise attack—if the village fell, his territory would be ruined.

If the village is destroyed, not only will Wayne lose the support of the people, but it will also be much more difficult to rally them again—and without labor, there will be no hope for the territory.

After Wayne made up his mind to hold out, the journal did not respond for the time being—which calmed Wayne's anxious heart a little.

In case of an emergency, stay calm and make the right decision!

……

The horse's hooves crushed the newly formed frost on the path, and it galloped all the way to the village.

But the sight before him made Wayne's heart sink.

Sure enough, the village was in chaos.

The torches flickered between the field ridges, and some people collapsed from the cold and were pulled into the house by several women;

Someone carefully shoveled the wheat ears with a wooden shovel, but if the movement was too rough, the wheat grains would fall down like ice beads.

Several strong men tried to cover a bean field with burlap, but the wind was too strong and the cloth was blown away as soon as it was unfolded.

Women carried various tools to provide support, while men worked and cursed, and even children were driven to work on the village roads.

Chaos... but at least they're still saving food.

Wayne couldn't help but feel glad that he had lent most of the farm tools to the villagers in advance—those iron sickles, wooden plows, and baskets were now being used like crazy in every field.

"drive!"

Wayne spurred his horse into the open space in the center of the village and reined in.

The horses reared up, their neighs piercing the night sky.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent for a moment.

The villagers turned their heads and saw the young lord on horseback—he was wearing only a thin shirt and a leather coat, and his hair was disheveled by the wind.

There were no guards, no magnificent cloaks, only the equally disheveled old village chief behind him.

"My men are on their way!"

Wayne's voice was extremely penetrating: "The grain I bought from the Duke will be transported to the village. Everyone can focus on saving the grain and have no worries."

He put down the village chief Tiki, then urged his horse forward, and said in a strong voice, "I will stay here with you. You save the grain, and I will guard the village."

Having said that, Wayne didn't bother to look at the villagers' reactions anymore, but urged his horse on to the next field.

He could only vaguely hear the sounds of farm tools and running, which drowned out the crying.

What he didn't know was that this was the first time the villagers had seen him come to the village alone.

In their eyes, Wayne was not heroic this time, but rather seemed rushed—and the frightening blond assassin was no longer following behind.

Now, compared to the capricious and unpredictable nobles, Wayne is seen by them more as a leader willing to guide them through life.