「The next day. Afternoon.」
On the outskirts of Xiahai City, at the abandoned factory Fang Zhen had rented.
The main gate of the abandoned factory, locked tight for a long time, finally opened in the afternoon. Trucks began to move in and out, delivering a wide variety of supplies.
Inside the factory, Fang Zhen waited for the trucks to deliver and unload the goods. In addition to the instant noodle cakes and pre-made meals he had bought last time, his latest purchase consisted mainly of rice, soybean oil, various pickled vegetables, and sauces.
A daily food cost of seven yuan per soldier didn't seem like much at first, but when providing for an army of over ten thousand, the financial pressure was significant.
To address this, Fang Zhen optimized his provisions once again. 'Instant noodle cakes are a bit too extravagant,' he thought. 'It's better to stick to the basics: rice, oil, and salt, and just add some sauces.'
