At this moment, Xun Che was eating a self-heating rice box as he sat on a roadblock, watching the soldiers clean up the houses. The rice box had been taken from the warehouse.
When he received the report that morning about Jin Xuyan's request for ten additional warehouses, he was taken aback. Based on his calculations, the supplies they had brought back could only fill at most seven or eight warehouses.
Since he had been in the middle of a meeting, he had simply given permission for the soldiers to clean up the empty houses. Now that he finally had some time, he went to inspect the warehouses himself.
As soon as he opened the first warehouse's door, he saw the room filled to the brim. Except for a thirty-centimeter-wide path to walk through, the entire space was packed with boxes and sacks.
He checked the warehouses one by one, and when he reached the last one, he was surprised to find it stocked with medicines, baby formula, self-heating food, and compressed biscuits.
