Hearing the abbot say this, Li Huowang felt a bit relieved.
As long as it didn't delay his own affairs, whatever strange things happened in their family, he could pretend not to see them.
"That's good. How about the food? Now that we have mushrooms and goat's milk and cow's milk to fill the gaps, it should be much better, right?"
To Li Huowang's disappointment, Chan Du actually shook his head. "Benefactor Li, don't forget, ever since it was known that Youdu had food, people from all over Da Qi have been heading this way."
"No matter how much food there is, it's never enough. What's more troublesome is that now even the dead are not enough to eat, and pigs fed only on feces don't grow meat easily."
Hearing this, Li Huowang nodded. "Hold on, didn't you say the black soil there yields three harvests a year? As long as we hold on for the harvest, the troubles of Da Qi will be over."
