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

It was one o'clock in the morning, and it was very dark.

Wayne stood on the ridge of a field on the east side of the village, with the grain mountain behind him that had just experienced a "miracle".

In front of him was a dense crowd of villagers—almost everyone had come, men, women, the elderly, and even teenagers.

When Wayne turned around, they fell silent instantly, all eyes fixed on him.

Wayne was very familiar with that kind of gaze. After becoming a lord, many of his actions made that gaze from his subordinates and subjects appear more and more frequently and more purely.

Respect, faith, and obedience.

However, this time, their eyes seemed to be looking a little different.

"You saw everything?"

Wayne spoke, his voice not loud, but it carried clearly in the quiet morning.

No one answered. But everyone's eyes gave the answer.

He turned around and pointed to the field behind him.

Ordinary fields, grain piled up together.

But in the eyes of the villagers, this is the place where miracles have occurred.

"Before yesterday, what was piled up here was frozen grain that could only be used to feed livestock or even be discarded."

Wayne's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power: "And just now, they turned into enough food to feed all of us for more than a month."

He paused, letting his words settle.

"I heard your voices just now, saying it's a miracle."

Wayne slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the crowd: "But this isn't it."

A slight commotion arose in the crowd.

"Because God does not till the land."

Wayne continued, his tone now carrying a rare, almost humorous sharpness: "God doesn't rush to harvest before the frost, doesn't grip the pitchfork when bandits come, and doesn't stay by the bedside when a loved one is injured."

His voice gradually rose: "It was not me, nor any god, who brought the food back to life."

It was you—it was you who risked your lives to harvest when the frost came, even if you could only save a few large fields.

It was because you didn't run away when the bandits rushed in, even though you only had hoes and pitchforks in your hands.

"It is because you trust me, a foreign lord, that you have staked your lives and future on me."

"So these grains,"

Wayne said, word by word, "You earned it yourselves."

I'm just... returning to you what rightfully belongs to you.

This time, Wayne didn't make the same declaration as before, where he killed the scarred bandit and used both kindness and force—instead, he attributed all the gains to their own choices and actions.

Because he knew that his people had completely submitted.

In their eyes, Wayne was not just their lord, the lord who wiped out the bandits.

They even possess divine power, capable of restoring frozen grain from God's hands...

Their god!

Wayne knew that for these villagers, such a title was not an exaggeration.

silence.

Then the carpenter, Maurice, was the first to speak up: "But without adults, all this grain will be ruined!"

"That's right!"

Old Gordon reacted quickly, shouting, "In the Northern winter, food is life! Sir, you saved our lives!"

"You saved my life!"

"He saved the whole village!"

The villagers' emotions were like a spring that had been squeezed and then suddenly bounced back. Their shouts rose one after another until they spontaneously and continuously knelt down before Wayne!

But this time, Wayne did not stop him.

He let the emotion fester for a few minutes before raising his hand to lower his voice.

"Since my life has been saved—"

He raised his voice: "From now on, we should live well!"

"Everyone, listen up!"

The crowd immediately straightened their backs.

"Now, everyone, let's move all this food to the warehouse together, and then return to the rest area designated by Wright to rest!"

Everyone, get some rest. Tomorrow we'll begin rebuilding the houses and restoring the village!

Simple commands.

But the response was overwhelming:

"Yes, my lord!"

The villagers slowly rose to their feet. But their eyes had completely changed.

If their previous obedience to Wayne was "obedience," now it has begun to imply "following."

……

The grain transport team was very long, and the warehouses were finally about to be full.

Seeing that the villagers were so enthusiastic that they didn't need any instructions, Wayne followed the group and observed the extent of the damage to the village.

It's more serious than we initially thought.

Seven houses near the central defense zone collapsed, and another four or five were severely damaged, with broken walls and collapsed roofs.

The fences knocked down by the bandits during their charge, the bloodstains left from the battle, the burned timber... everywhere bears the marks of war.

But he also saw something else.

During breaks in moving the rubble, the villagers have begun to spontaneously clear the debris.

Some people propped up the fallen wooden pillars, some gathered up usable timber, and some swept up the bloodstains on the ground.

A silent, tenacious will to be reborn permeated the air.

The grain transport operation lasted for half an hour. By the time the last bag of grain was stored, Wayne had already observed the condition of the southeast outpost and the western part of the village, and had a reconstruction plan in mind.

He stood at the entrance of the granary, looked at the villagers who were panting but had bright eyes, and nodded.

"Everyone."

He raised his voice: "You've worked hard! Go back and rest."

Also, those of you I just contacted, let's have a meeting together.

……

The meeting was held on the open ground in front of the granary.

There were no tables or chairs; people stood or sat in a circle.

The core members were all present: Ronald, Wright, Anker, Emma, ​​blacksmith Glenn, Yudo, carpenter Morris, village chief Tiki, wealthy old Gordon, as well as several cavalrymen and village representatives.

Wayne stood in the center and got straight to the point:

"The issues of food security have now been largely resolved."

Next, we will only do one thing—rebuild the village.

And it's not about restoring it to its original state, but about building it even better—including resident integration and labor force allocation.

He paused, allowing everyone to process what he had said.

"First, let's divide the tasks."

Wayne began calling out names: "Emma."

The girl immediately stood up straight: "Sir."

"You're in charge of the construction line."

Wayne pointed to the west side of the village: "Plan a path for building cabins from the woodland around the southeast outpost to the pasture in the southwest."

The requirements are not only to restore the buildings in the north and west of the village, but also to expand westward to build new residential areas and dwellings for grazing—at least to ensure that every household has a place to live.

It needs to be sturdy and warm enough to be inhabited during the northern winters.

Uncle Glenn, Yudo, Morris, you'll assist Emma.

Emma's eyes lit up. She quickly glanced at her father, Glenn, then nodded emphatically, "Yes!"

"Tiki, Gordon."

Wayne looked at the two middle-aged men: "You are responsible for the housing allocation after the reconstruction—to the satisfaction of the villagers and the people I brought, as well as the daily management and distribution of food."

For standard setting and subsequent implementation details, please contact me or Wright directly.

Tiki was so excited his beard was trembling—he was clearly completely convinced by Wayne; old Gordon bowed deeply: "I will not fail you."

Wayne added, "Once Hank recovers, logistics coordination will return to normal, and we'll hand over the reins to him."

Then he looked at Ronald and Wright.

The two immediately straightened up and awaited orders.

But Wayne's words surprised them.