The collapse had caused such severe damage that the house was nearly uninhabitable. Chu Yao wanted to tear the whole place down and rebuild it.
But that would mean a massive amount of work, and the increasingly cold winter would only make life harder for the commoners.
If they simply made some repairs and lived there...
Judging by Fugu City's snowfall in previous years, even a repaired house wouldn't hold up. A little too much snow could cause it to collapse again and endanger the commoners' lives. Chu Yao was caught between a rock and a hard place, unsure which way to turn—though, of course, the biggest problem was that they were poor.
If they had a more substantial household treasury and somewhere to settle these commoners, they could tear the houses down and rebuild them, with a much more sensible layout. They wouldn't have to go through the hassle of patching everything up. Just as he was fretting over it, his lord arrived, and he set aside his work.
"My lord!"
Shen Tang waved to show him there was no need for formalities.
"Wuhui, sit down and let's talk. I have something to discuss."
Chu Yao smiled wryly. "Then we must have had the same thought. I also have something I'd like my lord to decide."
Shen Tang had few people under her command.
They could hold a meeting in any tent.
Before long, everyone had gathered.
Zhao Feng looked to his left, then to his right.
He rubbed his nose with an awkward expression.
He seemed somewhat out of place at this meeting.
But Shen Tang clearly didn't see it that way, and Zhao Feng shamelessly stayed. Lord Shen teased, "Perfect. We can settle both matters at once and save ourselves a trip. You go first. What could