Liu Yueqi thought for a moment before agreeing:
"That group is currently occupying the county grain silo north of town. It was supposed to belong to everyone."
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.
"I heard the grain silo wasn't emptied out and transported away?"
Liu Yueqi shook her head.
"Those are just rumors from the outside. Otherwise, someone would have come to occupy it long ago."
"The truth is, it was already emptied. On the second day of the apocalypse, a fleet of special grain trucks came. They took everything to the Riverfront Pier, along with other industrial supplies, and shipped it all back to the safe zone in the rear."
"Except for some old rice left in the corners, maybe a few tons, everything new is what we've harvested ourselves by organizing people to rush-harvest the summer rice from the fields."
"Right now, there's probably a little over a hundred tons of rice in total."
"I don't know the exact details. You'd have to ask the locals."
