Chapter 33
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Caesar had the same expression when he first opened this warehouse.
That's enough to feed more than thirty people for over a year.
A typical bag of rice weighs 25 kilograms, or 50 jin (25 catties).
If all the food items are converted into rice, it's roughly equivalent to 288 bags of rice.
This is a guarantee of survival, a guarantee that allows people to work with peace of mind without worrying about starving.
It is also the best haven to resist the end times.
Perhaps just talking about it isn't shocking enough, but if you pile all that rice into a house, you could fill the entire house to the brim.
If you open the rice bag and pile the rice into a small mountain, it takes half a minute to walk around it.
On Dale's aged face was immense joy, not for his own survival, but because he felt that with so much food, more people could live.
"Great! With so much food, we can eat for a long time."
"That's right, we won't need to rush when we go out to search for supplies anymore."
In the past, quarry camps would usually wait until the camp ran out of food before sending some people out to find food.
It can cause panic among people in the camp and make those who go out feel uneasy, often leading to accidents.
At first, there were more people in the quarry camp, but some left and some died, which is why it became the way Caesar saw it.
The crowd cheered and jumped for joy, and happiness enveloped everyone.
After leaving the camp, everyone inevitably felt fear about the future, worrying about whether they could survive and whether they would encounter danger.
These foods are the best tranquilizers, completely removing the gloom from everyone's heads.
So everyone burst forth with boundless enthusiasm, quickly moving the grain, their faces beaming with uncontrollable smiles.
"Thank you for everything you've done."
Just as Caesar was watching everyone move supplies, Amy appeared in his line of sight, pulling Andrea along with her.
Amy has fair skin, but not the pale white of a typical Caucasian; it's more like a warm, lustrous white, like mutton fat jade, and she looks very vibrant.
Amy stood before Caesar and spoke solemnly.
Caesar paused for a moment, then waved his hand: "This is the result of the efforts of everyone who went out, not just me."
"Moreover, everyone in the team who contributed their labor deserves to enjoy the fruits of victory."
"Hmm." Amy raised an eyebrow. "You're quite the talker."
Just then, Andrea tugged at Amy, stood in front of Amy, and raised her chin.
"Caesar, why won't you let me join the expedition?"
"Are you looking down on me?" Andrea spoke arrogantly, as if she would dare to attack if you dared to answer her.
Caesar suppressed his smile and gave her a cold look.
"Andrea, you lack a clear understanding of yourself."
"Given your abilities and personality, if no one helps you, you'll die out there on your very first day."
Caesar's words were like sharp thorns piercing Andrea's heart.
She had never been treated like this before. In the past, as long as she had a bad temper and a tough attitude, the other party would usually back down.
But now.
Caesar was the first person to dare to strip away her seemingly fierce exterior and question her abilities and character.
Andrea's chest heaved violently, her face flushed, and she glared angrily at Caesar.
Amy realized something was wrong and quickly grabbed Andrea, trying to get her away.
Unexpectedly, Andrea swung her arm around Amy and dodged her obstruction, then charged toward Caesar.
Caesar stood there, watching the farce unfold.
"Andrea! Come back with me, stop making a scene."
Amy knew Andrea's temperament and soothed her gently.
"We don't need to argue with him about these things, right?"
"Just believe in yourself."
Andrea pulled a pistol from her waist, instantly making the situation ugly.
The people who were carrying the grain immediately moved away to prevent Andrea, this emotionally unstable woman, from doing anything rash.
Meanwhile, the men in the outgoing group all pulled out their guns and aimed them at Andrea.
Morales, his face grim, strode closer to Andrea and warned, "Andrea, you don't know what you're doing. Put the gun down right now!"
Daryl didn't say anything, and pressed his crossbow against Andrea's head.
T-boy, Glenn, Jimmy, and the others all stared intently at Andrea.
This scene instantly made Andrea regret her impulsive actions.
But when she looked at Caesar, his eyes remained calm and still, as if he didn't care about her gun at all.
Andrea felt humiliated, and her hand gripping the pistol trembled slightly.
Her gaze shifted downwards, and Andrea saw Amy's pleading eyes; her beautiful blue pupils seemed to be brimming with tears.
Amy shook her head. "I beg you, Andrea. Put it down!"
Andrea gritted her teeth and slowly lowered the pistol.
The moment Daryl lowered his pistol, the butt of his crossbow slammed into Andrea's face.
The heavy attack caused Andrea's vision to go black, and her pistol fell to the ground.
Immediately, Amy stepped in front of Andrea, looking firmly at Daryl.
Daryl turned and left, leaving behind a single sentence.
"Stupid woman."
"Alright, everyone, disperse. Go back to your own business!"
Caesar waved his hand, shooing away the soldiers who had gathered around and ordering them to guard the area outside the market.
The situation is still far from optimistic. Although it is unknown whether Martinez and others are still alive, they remain a threat.
Caesar needs to send someone to find Martinez, and it would be even better if he could also find out about Woodbury's situation and location.
With Woodbury's abundant resources and its ability to provide a semblance of peacetime living in mind, Caesar crouched down and approached Andrea.
With his hand outstretched in the air, Amy was still blocking his way.
Amy hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside and quietly watched Caesar.
Caesar pulled down Andrea's eyelids and shone a flashlight into her pupils. "You know about your sister's personality issues, right?"
Seeing that Andrea's pupils had contracted normally, Caesar withdrew his hand.
Amy was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Andrea has always been like this. There's a big age gap between us, so we rarely see each other."
"She has a strong protective instinct towards me, and this protective instinct has only grown stronger since the apocalypse."
"She desperately wants to become stronger so she can protect me. Joining the combat team might be the fastest way for her to become stronger."
Caesar picked up Andrea's gun from the ground. The gun was silver-white and well-maintained, but it hadn't been fired much.
"Andrea doesn't even know how to turn off the insurance," Caesar thought to himself.
Seeing this, Amy quickly said, "That gun was a birthday present my dad gave to Andrea, but she doesn't know how to use it. Joining the combat squad will at least teach her how to use a gun. That's what she thinks."