Everyone immediately stood up, almost in unison shouting, "Thank you for your hard work, Lord!"
Louis looked at them, his gaze swept across familiar faces without any airs, just nodding lightly.
"You've all worked hard too," he said, his tone steady, even carrying a hint of casual warmth.
Having said that, he walked to the main seat, pulled out the chair and sat down, rested his elbow on the tabletop, and his tone shifted, crisp and decisive: "Let's begin. In spring, we fought against the Permafrost. Now we must win this harvest battle."
As his voice fell, the hall was left with only the sound of pens scratching on paper.
Louis leaned over the map, drawing several lines, his tone steady like nails being driven into wood: "From today onwards, the three-shift rotation continues, with Early Cultivation Village, Noon Cultivation Village, and Night Cultivation Village participating in the relay without a single day's interruption.
