Chen Beiguo had been caught up in his happiness, but now that reality set in, he grew worried.
"This feed is a huge problem."
Raising pigs for half a year for nothing would require an enormous amount of feed!
Forget about how much money they could make later; the real question was whether they could even survive until then.
Leng Yuan looked at Chen Beiguo. "Weren't you already planning to clear some wasteland? If you plant some grain, that should be enough."
Chen Beiguo had indeed been planning to do just that for some time.
But clearing wasteland wasn't something that could be done overnight.
The land was next to the mountains, where the soil was hard and full of rocks. It was far from easy to clear. On top of that, there was already plenty of work to do on the farm, and not enough hands to go around.
With so few people and such difficult land, clearing even a few acres in six months would be an impressive feat.
