Lex naturally knew his labor capability was limited.
If he continued to be unable to brew beer, he would be worth even less than a female villager, who could still weave and farm easily.
But with only one hand, he couldn't do it.
Lynn looked at Lex and asked rhetorically, "Why not continue to brew beer?"
Lex's face froze immediately, "Master Lynn, the beer sales..."
Lynn said indifferently, "Beer sales are indeed poor in the village; they are too poor! However..."
"If villagers can't afford it, then sell the beer to the town! You don't need to worry about it, just brew the beer as quickly as you can!"
Lex's face cleared of worry, "Alright, Master Lynn, how many pounds of barley are needed this time for brewing?"
Lynn spoke, "What's the maximum amount you can brew at one time?"
Lex had no hesitation, "With the apprentices' help... nine hundred pounds!"
Nine hundred pounds of beer would require three hundred pounds of barley.
