Cheng Guanghai understood his son's thinking; he had brought it up before himself. After a moment's thought, he asked, "If we have more people, what about our food supply?"
Cheng Zongyang nodded. "Don't worry. If we don't have enough grain, I'll get more from the County Town. We'll have enough to last a year, no problem. Once we plant next spring, a plot of over an acre and a half will yield several thousand pounds of grain by the autumn harvest. Besides, with more people to work, we can clear more land for farming. And if we happen to come across some cattle, we could buy a pair of calves. That would make plowing much easier."
Cheng Guanghai climbed up from the cellar and sat casually on the ground. "So how many people are you planning to bring back?" he continued.
"It depends. We'll take children, and adults too. Dad, what's your take on it?" Cheng Zongyang asked.
"Then pick those with families, the ones with children."
