Farming in the Magical World

"Hurry, hurry, hurry... ...those behind, keep up..."

It was early morning, and the sky was still dark!

Intermittent chants were heard around the castle, breaking its tranquility!

Training a team is never a simple task, especially since this group of people were just villagers from the surrounding area who had never seen a real team before, so their training was full of mishaps.

Last night, Lenny waited until Tim had finished arranging the rest for the guards before calling him over. The two chatted for a long time in the study.

This time, the two discussed some details, such as how to stand at attention, how to distinguish left from right, how to shout slogans, how to fold blankets, and so on.

As Lenny racked his brains to recall the "torture" he had suffered back then, Tim's gaze toward Lenny grew increasingly horrified, eventually becoming chillingly unsettling.

That's terrifying! Where did this kid learn all these torture methods?

The blanket must be at a right angle, the outstretched foot must be at the same height, and you must stand still for 200 breaths.

--- ---It's terrifying to even think about!

If someone were to be trained by him personally, wouldn't it drive them crazy?

In response, Lanny could only say that it was impossible for him to train the children himself; he could only let Tim train them, and he would occasionally go and watch.

So, it was Tim who led the guards for a run this morning, while Lanny was still in the castle kitchen, talking with Aunt Susan and several of the castle's maids!

He's mainly talking about the guards' food.

Susan is the only chef at the castle now, which is obviously not enough to feed more than thirty people. Yesterday, he arranged for Nina and Melinda to come and help!

In addition, Frank was sent to Black Mountain Village and Mill Village early in the morning to purchase a lot of meat and grain, which barely managed to cope with the situation.

It can only be said that the castle is really short-handed. When it comes to doing something, they don't even have enough people to cook. It's really something else.

Okay, let's get back to the food issue!

According to Lanny's rules, dinner should include meat, but Susan served only vegetables, with not a single trace of meat in them!

When Lanny came to ask, Aunt Susan actually seemed a little aggrieved!

"Young Master, I just felt there wasn't enough time to buy it at the last minute!"

Susan looked miserable and aggrieved, but then her eyebrows lit up as she spoke, as if she were taking credit: "Anyway, these guys usually eat this much. Last night's food had a lot of oil added, so it was already pretty good!"

"You can save a lot of money on one meal!"

Nina and Melinda also agreed with Susan's statement, nodding repeatedly in agreement.

Seeing this, and watching the three people in front of me rubbing their foreheads, I felt a headache coming on!

I want to say something, but I'm afraid they won't understand!

They meant well, and the Wells family was used to being frugal; such behavior was encouraged in the past.

How poor must the castle have been before to train all the servants to be such stingy old men? Sigh!

But I can't just not tell anyone!

If every meal is just vegetables and soup, what's the point of him training elite soldiers? They'd be better off delivering vegetables!

A headache!

After a long silence, Lanny finally raised his head again and slowly spoke, "Susan, have you considered this? Since I set the food standards for the guards, I must have thought about it. If you don't follow them, isn't that... disrespectful to me, your master?"

Seeing Susan open her mouth, he quickly pressed his palm down to stop her. "I know, I know, you're doing this for my own good. Saving money is a good idea, and it deserves recognition and encouragement."

Lanny first gave a thumbs up, indicating that the other party's behavior was excellent!

Then he changed the subject, "However, the guards are trained to protect your safety and prevent those despicable Grummans from ravaging the people of our Caster Ridge. If you think about it that way, shouldn't you treat them better?"

"If you don't eat meat, you won't have the strength to wield a sword and chop down bad guys, right?"

"Shouldn't we be a little more generous in this matter?"

"Leave the money-making to me from now on. The responsibility of maintaining the health of these guards rests with you..."

"Susan, please take good care of these lads for me."

Seeing Lenny's sincerity, Susan finally pouted and reluctantly nodded.

However, judging from her still reluctant appearance, Lanny estimated that it would be difficult to change her habits and way of thinking in a short period of time.

After dealing with the kitchen issues, he still needed to find Frank to resolve the bedding problem.

Yesterday, just before he was about to rest, he realized with a mix of amusement and exasperation that he had made another big mistake: he hadn't even prepared bedding for the guards.

Fortunately, it was already early summer and not too cold, so everyone just stayed in their clothes for the night.

Of course, it's too late to buy it today; we'll probably have to make do for a few more nights. But we have to arrange for Frank to go and buy it, as it will take quite a while to travel from Elfen to the store.

Thinking about it, it's actually quite funny. Tim didn't care, Frank didn't understand, and Lenny had no experience, which led to the draft being a mess and full of problems.

First, they forgot to build the house, then they forgot to prepare blankets, and in between they almost forgot to arrange the meals. Luckily, Frank said something and he remembered to send two people to the kitchen, otherwise they wouldn't have had any food to eat that night.

The thought of a bunch of young men sitting in the camp, holding empty bowls and looking at each other blankly made him feel both embarrassed and amused!

Not only were there many problems with the arrangements at the castle, but Tim's training was also plagued with issues.

The morning exercise was chaotic; some people couldn't find their spots, while others kept chatting with the people next to them, making it as noisy as a market. Tim was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed.

After finally getting the team organized, they hadn't gone far when someone started causing trouble. One minute they needed to go to the toilet, the next they suddenly remembered they hadn't put their things away properly and wanted to go back to tidy up.

Others kept chatting with the people next to them. Yes, that's the talkative Jiawen, who kept bothering the teammates next to him, making everyone around him extremely annoyed.

By the time they returned to the castle gate, there was no formation left; they were herded like ducks. It was almost noon, and Lanny had been waiting in the square for quite some time.

Looking at Tim's dark face, Lanny was practically bursting with laughter inside, but he was having a hard time holding it in.

He had anticipated this situation; every time student military training was conducted, it was like this.

He's used to it.

But Tim clearly didn't think so, and he kept a dark expression on his face the whole time.

"How can these people be so stupid? Not only can they not tell left from right, but they can't even remember their own positions. Will they forget where their weapons are when they get to the battlefield?"

"I don't know where they get all that talk; they chattered on and on the whole way, it gave me a headache..."

"This group of people is completely undisciplined and unruly. They were running around when they looked back and realized that half of them hadn't kept up. They even said they went to pee, which is a complete lie!"

"Some people are even worried about missing lunch, so they sneaked back early--- What kind of nonsense is this?"

"Can these people really have any fighting power?"

After the team members were dismissed and allowed to move around freely, Tim talked about the morning's training session, complaining bitterly with a pained expression, a stark contrast to his usual taciturn demeanor.

"Okay, okay, everyone's like this at first, you'll get used to it!"

"Don't worry, it's normal to have problems. We'll solve them one by one."

The problem of not being able to distinguish left from right is actually not difficult to solve. As the number of queue training sessions increases, most people will naturally remember it, and no special adjustments are needed.

If they can't find their place, just make sure everyone remembers who's to their left and right, disperse them a few times, and punish them for any mistakes. I believe they'll remember it very well in no time.

On the contrary, the same-side hand problem that Lanny was most worried about did not occur at all, which made him breathe a great sigh of relief.

He shuddered at the thought of those painful faces of instructors correcting same-side hand movements that circulated online.

Lanny's plan was to divide the thirty-three people into three teams of ten, each with a team leader to assist him in management.

Of course, the key point is that anyone who makes a mistake must be punished, and anyone who performs well must be rewarded.

For example, if you get your left and right sides wrong, you get 5 push-ups; if you're in the wrong position, you get 5 push-ups; if you talk out of turn, you get 5 push-ups. The team that finishes their morning run first gets to eat five minutes early, and the team that finishes last helps the team that finished first with their laundry, etc.

Once a healthy competitive spirit is cultivated among everyone, Tim will be under much less pressure and won't need to worry about everything.

"Push-ups, what are those?" Tim was probably confused as well, as there were too many details to remember in a short time. But he remembered the word "push-up" immediately, which was probably related to his profession as a knight.

After Lenny guided him to do a push-up on the ground, Tim dusted himself off, stood up, and curled his lip in disdain. "Is this all the punishment you're going to give me? I might as well have just beaten him up."

"Please don't..."

Lanny was startled. Given his knightly physique, he could probably kill someone with a single punch when he was furious.

Furthermore, he absolutely did not want to see or experience the negative consequences that might result from superiors arbitrarily punishing subordinates within the team.

"No, we absolutely cannot hit someone directly," Lanny said with extreme seriousness!

"Tch, just lowly commoners. What's wrong with hitting them? Can they even resist?"

Seeing Tim's indifference, Lanny had no choice but to raise his voice again, "Uncle Tim!"

Staring intently into his eyes, he slowly said, "In the security force, I absolutely forbid any officer from arbitrarily resorting to violence. This is a grave taboo, and you must remember this."

He waved his hand and continued, "I will add this to the training manual later. I hope you, Uncle Tim, will not be the first person to make this mistake!"

Tim pouted, looking somewhat unwilling. "Since they made a mistake, is this all the punishment they deserve? Isn't that too lenient?"

As she spoke, she pushed her hand in front of her chest, mimicking the action she had just performed.

Lenny laughed and said, "It's just a few simple moves, of course it's not difficult!"

Then he spread his hands and said, "But what if it doubles? What if it triples?"

"Why don't you try it for a couple of days? Maybe the results will be much better than you expect!"