As Xiao Sheng babbled on, Mr. Wang, who was following Xiao Sheng's train of thought, was stunned and didn't even think of the loophole in Xiao Sheng's words. He felt that Xiao Sheng's words sounded reasonable, so he nodded again.
Xiao Sheng immediately said, "This doesn't even include my two sisters-in-law. They're not as weak as my wife, but when they're five to six months pregnant, my brother and the others won't bear to let my sisters-in-law work anymore. The two of them need at least 200 pounds of flour together. That's a total of 600 pounds!"
Xiao Sheng raised another finger. "After the house is built, won't we have to treat the entire village to a meal? Everyone will get a steamed bun. This is the basic standard. There are more than 600 people in our village, so that'll use up another 100 pounds of flour."
