For the next three days, Cheng Zongyang either sat in a rocking chair at his doorstep reading the Celestial Human Scroll from the Inner Canon of the Yellow Emperor, or he worked on matters concerning the Gold Panning Workshop and a new Design Map.
Life was quite pleasant.
Of course, he was also calculating their grain reserves based on the village's consumption rate.
The village had enough grain from what he'd brought back to last until the summer harvest, no problem. But their reserves weren't enough to support the County Town. This was a constant worry for him.
It wasn't that he hadn't considered providing fish, but there weren't many large ones—not even enough for him to complete his own acquisition quota. The small ones were pointless. Who knew how many fish it would take to fill the bellies of thirty to forty thousand people?
Otherwise, would he have to do nothing else, and have Ma San and the others drop everything just to catch and gut fish?
'Impossible!'
