"Although supplies are tight on the front lines, the home front isn't actually short on food. Especially the grasslands and pastures of Northwest China, which was Blue Star's main producer of beef and mutton before all this."
"Even if we offered tens of thousands of tons of meat, we can't trade it for Zerg Eggs. Doing so would not only devalue ourselves but also expose our own meat shortage as a weakness."
A faint smile touched Lin Feng's lips.
"Of course. Providing meat is just the ticket to trade. In my view, the real thing we need to trade for is something far more important than any material goods."
Hearing this, the three women looked on with a mix of anticipation and confusion. They also wanted to know what, besides nuclear bombs, the rear safe zones had to offer.
Lin Feng turned to look out the window at the endlessly flowing Great River. Many fishermen were still out with their lamps, fishing through the night for food.
