"Brother, what do you think of my proposal?"
Xia Hong, who was pondering Luo Ming's intentions, was interrupted by Xia Chuan. He decided not to speculate further and made a rough calculation in his mind before speaking:
"Let's go with the rules you suggested, but I want to add two more points: the age limit for the reserve can now be relaxed to thirteen to thirty; and for those under thirteen, we'll give them five pounds of Cold Beast Meat every month."
Seeing Xia Chuan's anxious expression immediately after hearing this, Xia Hong raised his hand, signaling Xia Chuan to continue listening to him.
"I know the population structure of the camp well. The age group from thirteen to thirty should total just over one hundred, which is about thirty more than what you originally set, and counting them in would consume only about an additional thousand pounds of Cold Beast Meat each month.
