"How about dried meat?" The scarred man thought for a moment, then counted on his fingers: "Flour, rice, meat, vegetables, drinks, eggs, and vegetables are all things that ordinary families have, especially rice and flour, which they usually stock up on."
Qinghe is an important grain-producing area, and residents are accustomed to storing enough grain for a year's consumption in their basements, and they also have the habit of drying meat every year.
Due to historical reasons, most of the residents of Qinghe City migrated from the countryside to the city. They work as white-collar workers, drinking tea during the week, and stop working to farm during the busy farming season.
However, due to the widespread use of mechanized operations, there are a considerable number of robots working in farmland and factories, so they don't need to do much. The so-called farm work is limited to simple tasks such as storing grain and curing meat.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Yu Wei's eyes lit up, the worry between his brows instantly disappeared, and he grabbed the scarred man to stand up: "Let's go, let's go, let's go back and organize the manpower, we'll go move it tonight."
With the most important staple food, everything else is not a big problem.
If the scarred man had told him earlier that they had a habit of stockpiling food, what would he have been worried about? They could have just eaten as much as they wanted.
"Oh, is everything alright now?"
Seeing Yu Wei's happy expression, the scarred man was a little confused.
"What are you afraid of if you have food? According to you, as long as we can move the grain here, we can stay in the air-raid shelter for several years without any problem."
"Where are the reinforcements? Where are the reinforcements?" Scarface followed behind Yu Wei, eager to try. "If I had such high-tech planes and cannons, I would definitely lead my brothers to slaughter those bastards, leaving no one alive and forcing them to flee in disarray..."
Yu Wei smiled and walked ahead with one hand in his pocket, listening to the person behind him rambling on about their ideals.
A bright red color caught his attention. Yu Wei stopped, bent down slightly, and picked up a rose from the ruins.
The rose petals were covered in shoe prints and dust. Yu Wei gently blew on them, tucked the rose into the pocket on his chest, and walked briskly towards the setting sun.
Roses cannot bloom in ruins, but roses that had already blossomed survive.
Roses are enough.
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