Lord: Starting from the Pit-Dwelling Courtyard

As night fell, Ron returned to his room.

With no entertainment programs available, he could only pass the time by practicing meditation, using the mage's meditation method and the system's AFK professional mage breathing method.

The two paths do not interfere with each other.

The system is indeed a trap. The mage's meditation method restores mana very slowly, only two points of mana per hour, which means he has to spend three points of mana instead.

However, the improvement in mental strength is also very obvious. After leaving the game running for a day, my mental strength increased by one point.

"Right now, we'll focus on building mages, and we'll leave the mage mage's meditation skill running while we sleep."

Ron closed his eyes, and the architectural meditation technique slowly circulated within his body, his magical power increasing like a stream flowing into a pond. Meanwhile, the AFK mage meditation technique operated silently in the depths of his consciousness, like another underground river, slowly accumulating spiritual power drop by drop.

Ron made a quick judgment.

There was a knock on the door.

"Young Master, it's me!"

"Come in!"

Ron slowly opened his eyes.

When Old Hall came in, he saw Ron sitting cross-legged on the bed.

He didn't understand why the young master always made this gesture during meditation.

A meditator doesn't need to do anything; just do whatever feels comfortable.

Ron asked, "What's up?"

Old Hall brought over a letter: "Young master, this is a letter from Dorron."

Ron took the letter, read it quickly, and a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

"Doron certainly didn't disappoint me; he found a way to do business so quickly, having the territory weave and sell cloth. What do you think, Old Hall?"

Old Hall shook his head when he heard about weaving.

"Young Master, it's not that I don't support it, but the territory simply doesn't have the necessary conditions. Let alone weaving technology, we don't even have the raw materials. We can't expect two architectural mages to do solidification work every day, can we?"

Ron fell into deep thought. As the territory grew larger and involved more and more aspects, the two of them were almost too busy to keep up.

Besides building houses, Ron also has to make some weapons and equipment in his spare time every day.

In addition to managing the territory, Old Hall was also responsible for setting volcanic ash for the cement workshop to produce volcanic ash cement, and setting sawdust for the bread workshop.

Volcanic ash cement is the original name for volcanic ash lime mortar. With the addition of a little prepared magic potion, its effect is no less than that of cement, and it is now an important resource material for the territory.

These two tasks alone kept Ron and Old Hall busy from morning till night. If they were to also work on solidifying the raw materials for weaving, they would be exhausted.

Ron asked, "Indeed, how about we clear the wasteland and grow raw materials?"

Old Hall shook his head: "Lord, clearing land is not a problem, but it is impossible to cultivate more farmland and grow hemp in the area inside the city walls. Some wasteland has also been cleared outside the southern city walls, but it is all within the range of the city wall's arrows. Beyond that distance, the people who go out to farm will be in danger."

To the south lies the kingdom's border, and it's almost certain that there won't be any attacks from other alien races in that direction. However, the dangers in the wasteland aren't limited to alien races; there are also all sorts of wild beasts and magical creatures.

Ron said, "What if we extend the walls?"

Old Hall paused for a moment, then looked at Ron in shock.

"Young Master, you're not joking, are you?"

The real reason why the territories in the Blackthorn Wasteland are not large, and rarely exceed 10,000 people, lies here.

There are too many dangers in the wilderness. Without the protection of city walls, it is difficult to protect both people and crops.

Ron began to explain his plan: "That's right, I plan to extend westward from the center of the territory to the hills we originally planned to occupy."

Old Hall quickly objected: "Young master, it's a full five kilometers from the territory to the hill. How long would that require for a wall, and how long would it take?"

As Ron spoke, he took out the blueprints he had drawn beforehand: "I've thought it over. All we need is an adobe wall. At my current construction speed, I can build 500 meters a day, so it will only take ten days to complete. Although this project is large, it will perfectly enclose this area of ​​land. Then we can build a castle on the hill to echo the wall, which will expand the territory by a large area."

Old Hall was dizzy from watching; he was truly shocked.

If what the young master said is true, the scale of farmland that can be cultivated in their territory can be increased by several thousand acres, and then these farmlands can be gradually enclosed with city walls.

Even if monsters or wild beasts occasionally wander in, it doesn't matter; the soldiers on the city walls can quickly move to deal with them.

"My lord, you are far too bold."

After a long while, Old Hall finally uttered this sentence.

Ron smiled and shook his head. Is a five-kilometer city wall very long? The capital city wall alone is more than five kilometers long.

However, that was the capital city. Such a long section of the Great Wall in the wild is something that even Old Hall, let alone many others, has never seen.

"Old Hall, have you ever seen the Great Wall?"

"Great Wall!"

Old Hall looked at Ron with a strange expression. Could the young master be possessed by a demon?

Ron immediately said, "It's decided then. Tomorrow I'll build another pit house, and then the territory will have seven civilian pit houses, which should be enough to house the people. I'll go build the city wall now."

Old Hall thought for a moment and then nodded.

The civilian pit building is like the Ansen Building, with 128 rooms. The No. 2 pit building is an administrative building with even larger rooms, especially the two underground floors, which are even larger and also serve as a warehouse for the territory's supplies.

"Yes, young master, I'll make the arrangements right away."

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

The next morning, Ron stretched and went to have breakfast contentedly, only to see Thun return.

This gave him a bad feeling.

next second!

Thun then knelt on one knee and bowed: "My lord, I have led my men to clear out the Great Stone Hammer tribe and the Flint tribe, rescuing a total of 1845 women, 784 children, 141 Grin people, and 74 men."

Upon hearing the number of people rescued, Ron froze on the spot.

Ron quickly did the math in his head: 2,700 people, assuming four people per room, would require nearly 700 rooms.

The territory currently has seven pit houses, each with 128 rooms, totaling 896 rooms. After deducting the rooms already occupied, there are just enough rooms to squeeze in.

But what about food?

The ground potato harvest season hasn't arrived yet, and the stored grain, plus the 20,000 jin of grain seized from Shuangtougu, won't last more than two months.

"Old Hall."

"exist."

"Have Tang Enlai come to see me. Can the harvest of the ground potato be brought forward?"

Thun explained the origins of these men: "These men are the survivors of two tribes, who were preparing to hold a victory celebration after their great victory in this battle."

Ron patted Thun on the shoulder: "Good job, let's have breakfast!"

Thun nodded with a broad smile.

It's normal for the lord to have dinner with all the administrators of the territory, but breakfast is different.

Even Da Vinci, Ron's personal bodyguard captain, rarely ate breakfast with him.

Most of the time, Ron would have breakfast with either Old Hall or Mrs. Moriel, and occasionally Ton would join him.

The baked ground potato pie for breakfast is made by using potato starch as a crust, then adding fresh ground potato chunks, covering it with another crust, and baking it in the oven.

It tastes great, and Ron loves it.

This was the only difference between Ron's daily diet and that of the other citizens. At other times, he ate black bread produced by the bakery, which was the only type of black bread he ate, without any added sawdust.