Bai Xiao looked at the grass on the other side of the creek, "Brother Chu, I want to drive the land on the other side of the creek and grow some food."
"There are only about 10 mu of land over there, and an acre of land can only produce 600 to 700 Jin of food, 80,000 soldiers and one Jin of food per person, each requiring 80,000 Jin of food per day."
"Even if the growth speed in space is faster than outside, a single harvest wouldn't even be enough to last them a day."
Bai Xiao slowly said, "Then what do we do?"
"Jinlian."
Jinlian who was drinking the soup heard Bai Xiao's soul-calling and immediately coughed loudly.
Bai Xiao stepped forward to help her along, "You are such a grown man, why are you so careless? "He choked."
Jinlian rolled her eyes at her. If you didn't scream, would she have choked on her words?
"What is it?"
"Do you have anything to raise your cultivation?"