In truth, Bai Yifei's habit of drinking blood was not an unforgivable crime.
It was simply that his method was wrong.
Ye Qingcang was a transmigrator.
He possessed the basic understanding of a modern person.
Therefore, in his view, Bai Yifei's need for blood was easy to resolve. Setting aside other factors, Bai Yifei could simply pay to purchase blood. In fact, this method might be even more popular than modern voluntary blood donation. As long as the amount donated was properly controlled, there would be no problem. And if other factors were taken into account, Bai Yifei would not even need to pay, since he was a marquis with a fief. He could have the households in his territory donate blood free of charge. Theoretically, there were three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, with the occasional three-hundred-and-sixty-six-day leap year every four years. Using three hundred and sixty-five days as the standard, if one person donated two hundred milliliters a day and five people donated a thousand milliliters for Bai Yifei to drink, then only eighteen hundred and twenty-five people would be needed over the course of a year. There was no need to worry about harming anyone's health.
If they expanded the pool a little further.
And excluded the elderly and children.
With five thousand people taking turns.
It would be enough for Bai Yifei to drink until he burst.
It was simply a matter of choosing the best among the good.
Once someone had tasted finer food, they would no longer crave wild vegetables.
The blood of young girls and infants was indeed tastier.
One still possessed her primordial yin.
The other had not lost its innate essence.
But Blood Robe Fortress was not lacking in young girls.
If Bai Yifei was interested, he could have