But there was one problem—
The De Molinos family's grain and water supply were also being rapidly depleted.
At this critical juncture, the De Molinos family had to start limiting population growth.
Encouraging childbirth was one thing… but what about the excess number of ordinary mortals in Zichuan City?
They couldn't just slaughter them all.
Executing a few rioters and agitators was one thing—no one would question such measures.
But if they couldn't provide a solid justification, and the number of slaughtered mortals exceeded one hundred thousand, then the so-called righteous sects and virtuous factions would undoubtedly come knocking on the De Molinos family's door.
"Ancestor, if this great famine continues…"
"Our family could still afford to support the birth of several tens of thousands of new clan members," Simon spoke cautiously.
But within his gaze, a cold glint flickered—