Fengyu didn't know what Lin Helin might think. She quietly finished her dinner, leaving a bit of hot soup, which Xie Xun drank without complaint, swallowing it hastily.
Lin Helin had traveled across the land and experienced days of poverty, eating food colder and harder than simple mantou. It didn't bother him; as long as it filled his stomach, it was enough.
Fengyu thought Lin Helin had quite a good temper; even in tough situations, he never cursed Xie Xun. As she was lost in distracting thoughts, Lin Helin asked, "Third Miss, do you think the farmland of West Continent, Huangzhou, and Jinzhou can sustain the population of twelve provinces and Ningzhou Iron Cavalry?"
This was the first thing Lin Helin said to her. After exchanging glances with Xie Xun, Fengyu replied, "It can. Give it two or three years, and it can sustain them. Add fifty thousand more, and it still can manage."
"Really?" Lin Helin chuckled.
