Hearing the abbot's words, Li Huowang felt a bit of relief. As long as this doesn't delay my own affairs, I can just turn a blind eye to how bizarre their sect is.
"That's good. What about the grain supply? Now that we have mushrooms, goat's milk, and cow's milk to supplement the food supply, things should be much better, right?"
To Li Huowang's disappointment, Chan Du shook his head. "Benefactor Li, don't forget, ever since word got out that Youdu has food, people from all over Da Qi have been flocking this way."
"No matter how much food there is, it's never enough. What's more troublesome is that we're running out of dead bodies to eat, and pigs don't fatten up easily on feces alone."
Hearing this, Li Huowang nodded. "We just have to endure. Didn't you say the black soil over there yields three harvests a year? As long as we hold out until the harvest, the troubles of Da Qi will be over."
