System: Build My Own Territory

Forest Pig?

Lynn's gaze crossed Alan, looking towards the area behind him.

On those carriage driven by four horses were metal cages.

Inside the cages, pigs with tall and slender bodies, long limbs, and slimmer physique were locked up.

The skin of the forest pigs was black or dark brown, covered in dense black bristles, with long pointed ears and yellow sharp tusks.

Compared to the pink domestic pigs in Lynn's mind, there was a noticeable difference.

These forest pigs resembled the wild boars that had attacked Lynn's village before.

As Lynn stepped closer, waves of grunting noises and the foul stench of waste wafted towards him.

Lynn's gaze fell on one of the forest pigs.

A string of words appeared.

[Forest Pig]: Bred from tamed wild boars, they grow using free-range methods, containing high-quality protein, and their skin can be made into leather, etc.

Looking at the words ahead, Lynn nodded with satisfaction.

One hundred and fifty forest pigs were not too many.

However, this batch of forest pigs could be handed over to Guy for breeding.

Starting from this batch of forest pigs, they would continue to reproduce!

In the future, the forest pigs on Lynn's ranch would only increase.

Turning his gaze, he looked at Alan and inquired.

"What's the price for these forest pigs?"

Alan explained without any hesitation, "Master Lynn, I've spent a lot to get these forest pigs from another lord."

"So, the price might be a bit high!"

Lynn nodded calmly and said, "Just give me the direct quote."

Alan made a move with his hand and removed the Full Face Helmet he was wearing.

His eyes rolled around, and he said, "Each forest pig is four shillings."

Listening to Alan's words, Lynn pondered for a few seconds.

Indeed, it's a bit more expensive than the family price in the market.

But Lynn didn't mind.

He needed these wild pigs!

Lynn spoke up, "No problem."

Upon hearing Lynn's affirmative response, Alan slightly relaxed in his heart.

Fortunately, Master Lynn was willing to take over this batch of forest pigs.

Otherwise, not only would this trip be a waste of time, but finding the next buyer would also consume a lot of time.

Alan continued, "Master Lynn, there's also twenty thousand pounds of barley!"

Lynn replied, "Alright, I want it all."

Despite the ongoing pea harvest in the arable lands.

Lynn never rejected the chance for more grain.

He needed a large amount of grain to feed the villagers.

When the transaction was completed, carriages loaded with forest pigs headed towards the distant ranch.

Lynn and Alan went to the tavern.

Red served Lynn and Alan a drink, and the two sat facing each other.

Lynn leaned back, resting against the wooden chair backrest.

"Mr. Alan, I'm curious, aren't you and Grayson brothers?"

"How did it come to the point where faces are torn apart?"

Listening to Lynn, Alan didn't say anything, moved his hand, picked up the beer from the table, and drank it in large gulps.

One glass wasn't enough, so he even poured two more glasses for himself and drank them.

Bang!

Alan smashed the bottom of the glass onto the table, speaking in a hoarse voice, "Master Lynn, this is our family tradition... Ordinarily, I shouldn't be telling outsiders."

"But... Master Lynn, you are my friend."

Alan paused slightly, then continued.

"The Brown Clan's tradition is for the younger generation to compete with each other, develop and manage their own businesses until the age of twenty, and whoever has the most assets becomes the new patriarch."

"But... there exists an extremely unfair family rule!"

"I... am already eighteen."

"I have been out three years before a dozen others like Grayson!"

"Three years can accomplish a lot..."

"It is for this reason that I became the target they had to surpass and hated... Even some guys are willing to give up their patriarch position to help Grayson."

Lynn knowingly nodded.

In this case, it is indeed unfair to Grayson and the others.

Cooperation is certainly the best way.

Lynn glanced at Alan's leg, "What you said about resolving... what exactly?"

Perhaps because the conversation had opened, this time Alan didn't hesitate.

"The solution is... if Grayson becomes the patriarch, he promised not to exterminate my family!"

He agreed.

Upon hearing this.

Lynn couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Is this the Brown Clan tradition?

It seems somewhat cruel.

But isn't this world exactly like that?

Only those who survive can enjoy this world!

Alan sighed and said, "If things go as planned and continue developing this way, I have an eighty percent chance of becoming the patriarch of the Brown Clan."

"But now, there's an unexpected event..."

Lynn thought of something and slightly frowned, "Unexpected event? Are you saying... me?"

Alan stared at Lynn, nodding somewhat woodenly.

"Yes, you, Lynn... Blake."

Lynn's eyebrows immediately furrowed deeper.

Alan investigated him?

Knew his true identity?

Lynn's breath suddenly became heavy.

But soon, his breathing steadied.

After all, Alan Brown belonged to the merchant household of the Brown clan.

He certainly had powerful connections and a strong network!

Knowing his true identity is reasonable.