There is still a water shortage in the city, and many times people even eat instant noodles raw!
Qian Zhong dared to say that even when Jia Wenkai was at his most arrogant and powerful, he couldn't possibly eat this much food! Back then, having wine to drink and barbecue to eat was the highest level of treatment!
Although Shen Zhuzhu is young, Shen Guang has never let her go hungry. However, in the past two months, she has been eating all kinds of packaged food and has never had a proper meal.
The aroma of the food was truly tempting for the children. However, Shen Zhuzhu had been well-trained by Shen Guang; the adults didn't let her touch it, so she just watched from the side, biting her fingers and swallowing her saliva.
"Sis, you guys go ahead and eat. We've already eaten." After Mu Qingrong finished contacting people on the walkie-talkie, she saw three people on the other end of the line, their eyes practically glowing with greed as they looked at the food.
So his words were mainly a reminder to Mu Qingyu.
"You two come to the table and eat." Mu Qingyu helped Shen Zhuzhu to a chair at the table and fed her a bowl of white rice: "Can you eat by yourself?"
Having been granted permission to eat, Shen Zhuzhu no longer cared about answering Mu Qingyu. Her small hands were holding a large bowl, and she wished she could bury her face in it.
After inviting Qian Zhong and Lao Ma to the table, Mu Qingyu sat down on the sofa and beckoned to Mu Qingrong and Mo Huaiyu: "I'm not hungry. Why don't you tell me about everyone's recent situation?"
Having already stored a lot of food prepared by Xiao Ai in her spatial storage, Mu Qingyu hadn't neglected herself at all during her trip away, so she wasn't in a hurry to eat.
The three people at the table devoured the food, and Xiao Ai, worried that she hadn't cooked enough, brought out some steamed sweet potatoes and potatoes.
Qian Zhong's eyes widened in disbelief!
It's been over two months since the apocalypse, and there's practically no fresh fruit or vegetables to be found—they're all rotten. If you're lucky enough to find some fresh fruit or vegetables preserved in a low-temperature environment, they're not even for low-level thugs like Qian Zhong.
Seeing that Xiao Ai was watching over the three people, Mu Qingyu stopped worrying about them and focused on learning about the current situation in the village from her two younger brothers.
"Jingchen has some things to take care of, but he'll be here as soon as he's done. Brother Hanyu and Sister Qingqing have gone out with their team and might not be back for a while," Mu Qingrong reported to Mu Qingyu.
"Leading a team out?" Mu Qingyu asked with slight surprise, "Are they going to collect supplies?"
She wasn't saying that her choice of this village was both good and bad. The good thing was that it was far from the city and had very few zombies.
The downside is that it's far from the city and has very few resources.
There are only a few villages nearby, and many of them were demolished or relocated before the apocalypse. Villages further away, such as those that Han Yu and Gu Jianye had previously occupied, have either already been occupied or looted.
Moreover, the supplies in the village are far inferior to those in the city.
"Not really. We found a bamboo grove behind the village, and Han Yu and the others led the villagers to cut bamboo there," Mu Qingrong said.
"Cut bamboo?" Mu Qingyu was full of questions.
“It’s like this,” Mo Huaiyu said, much more composed than Mu Qingrong: “Xiaorong made several kinds of crossbows before, but there are only three boxes of usable arrows. We used up quite a few on our way back from Qingshan Hospital last time.”
"Xiao Rong kept saying that these were all consumables. But they were offensive weapons, so they couldn't be used sparingly; they still had to be used when needed. So he thought he should make more arrows when he had some free time."
Mu Qingrong and Mo Huaiyu now have a very good understanding, and he chimed in, "I can use my superpower to directly form arrows. But that consumes too much superpower, and I can only make a few each day. Although I can create metal out of nothing, that consumes too much superpower!"
"The way to reduce the loss of superpowers is to directly change the existing metal structure, just like other metal-type superpower users," Mo Huaiyu explained. "Metal isn't particularly hard to find right now; abandoned vehicles outside the village will do, but we've still encountered some problems."
"The car's metal composition is complex, with different parts using different metal materials. When I reassemble it, I'm affected by the original properties of those metals... In short, it's very troublesome to operate," Mu Qingrong said. To put it bluntly, it affects efficiency and wastes supernatural abilities.
"Then one day, Sister Qingqing came to me. She made a small, simple crossbow out of bamboo for the boy in her family, and she even sharpened the bamboo branches with a knife to use as arrows. She came to me because the bamboo bow was so rudimentary."
Mu Qingrong's face showed a look of disgust. As a technical talent, he simply couldn't stand the poorly made bow and arrow.
"Sister Qingqing originally wanted to ask me to help improve the bamboo bow, but she inadvertently opened up a new way of thinking for me—making a bow and arrow doesn't necessarily require the whole body to be made of metal. As long as the arrowhead is metal, it's enough to destroy the zombie's brain!"
When it came to technical issues, Mu Qingrong became excited.
Mo Huaiyu was afraid that he would get too excited and go off-topic, so he quickly continued to explain to Mu Qingyu: "Ji Qingqing found a bamboo forest and bamboo shoots behind the village. She originally went there with the children to pick bamboo shoots. Then she made a small bow on the side."
"Later, Xiao Rong discovered that it was feasible to make arrows from bamboo, so the two of us went together to cut down two bamboo stalks to conduct the experiment, and the experiment was successful. But we also encountered a problem—" Mo Huaiyu paused as he spoke.
"Not enough manpower?" Mu Qingyu understood.
“Yes.” Mo Huaiyu nodded with a smile: “If it were just the two of us going to cut and haul bamboo, I don’t know how long it would take, and we wouldn’t even get a few bamboo stalks back.”
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