In the end, Meng Si'an still couldn't settle on a thousand catties; the quantity turned out to be more than he'd imagined.
This was because the yield of beef per cow on Yan Fei's side was fixed. Over the years, the cows had been bred to be larger on average compared to before. It's the natural order of things—when people live better lives, their average height increases, and it's no different for cows. Back then, they had to plow fields and pull carts; now they just had to eat enough to not go hungry.
So, the premium beef from three cows would definitely exceed a thousand catties. Meng Si'an had a hard time deciding on the one thousand-catty quantity; there was no way he'd agree to reduce it, so he had to increase it.
That was a small matter for the two of them.
