Zheng Fa set down the document in his hand, thought for a moment, and then slowly nodded, "This seems feasible."
He looked at Mrs. Tian, who was sitting next to him, "Then I'll leave the task of going to the major spirit veins to open up medicinal fields to you."
"We've been prepared for a while. Those small devices designed by Little Ling Wu and the others have been produced in considerable quantities," Mrs. Tian replied, and then added, "But... we're still short on people."
Indeed, there was a lack of personnel.
The entire staff of the retirement home totaled less than 1,200 people, most of whom were top scholars domestically and globally. Asking them to go out and farm... would be somewhat wasteful.
To be honest, the Federation and such are of little importance to Zheng Fa, but the model of the retirement home indeed needed some adjustments.
"Group Leader Yang," he addressed her, "I want to dismantle and expand the retirement home."
"Director, please go ahead."
