Viscount Roster's thinking gradually became crystal clear.
The thing limiting population was definitely food.
If food was plentiful, the population would inevitably explode—that was certain.
All along, he'd been working hard to increase grain output. Even the gods were researching how to increase it. Golden Spike Grain, the long white pigs... these were products of that effort, producing more grain, producing more meat.
Doing this was naturally fine.
But it wasn't until now that Viscount Roster realized these methods were actually somewhat one-sided.
Grain was one thing—if you produced more, it kept well, so naturally there was no problem. But what about meat?
If you produced more, couldn't it only be consumed by people nearby? At most, you'd lower the price so more people could afford to eat meat.
There really was no way to transport it to other places.
