Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food

Chapter 891: Chapter 332: Zhou Pei’s Beastification Superpower

On the ship, many members of the Yangshan Shelter patrolled while occasionally looking back at the pitiable women in the Bamboo House, feeling a wave of emotion in their hearts.

If it weren’t for Mr. Liang and the Yangshan Shelter, would they be any better off than these women?

Whenever they thought about this, they couldn’t help but feel grateful.

Their loyalty to Yangshan soared.

Their loyalty to Liang Yuan, too, rapidly increased with each experience along the journey.

Everyone knew that Yangshan could not have become what it was without Mr. Liang’s leadership.

Because before Mr. Liang came to Yangshan, there were indeed leaders on Yangshan.

But whether it was Wu Meng, or once Tu Long, or the now-deceased Tian Wei and Li Yuefeng.

Even though they occupied Yangshan, they failed to bring any change.

Everyone’s quality of life was far worse than it is now.

Many people were even like slave-like miners at the beginning.

But now, they are free people, residents of Yangshan.

Yangshan is still Yangshan.

But the difference in leadership is the fundamental reason for the change in the Yangshan Shelter.

So everyone understood in their hearts that only Mr. Liang could lead them to survive.

Liang Yuan went again to the Bamboo House, where Meng Youyou routinely sang to heal the mentally withdrawn women and children.

Downstairs, many women had already regained some vitality, though they still showed fear when they saw Liang Yuan and other men.

This was already significant progress, knowing that before, they didn’t even have expressions of fear.

What was left was only numbness and lethargy, sitting idle for an entire day, sealing their consciousness shut.

In such a state, there was hardly any communication with the outside world.

Now, knowing fear and terror, indicates that they have opened their hearts and begun to accept information from the outside.

This shows that Meng Youyou’s Spirit Healing was effective.

And this was just the healing effect of one day, already very good.

Liang Yuan noticed that in a corner, Lu Yuyan was also listening to Meng Youyou’s beautiful songs.

In her expression, there was admiration and enjoyment.

Liang Yuan thought, although this deaf-mute girl always had her father Lu Dayou’s protection, from a young age, she probably experienced quite a bit of bullying.

Her inner emotions are delicate and sensitive, likely enduring numerous traumas.

This time, Meng Youyou’s use of [Spirit Song] to heal people’s hearts should be effective for her too.

Thinking of this, Liang Yuan couldn’t help but smile and chose not to disturb her.

After taking a look around, he left this area and went to another Bamboo House.

Fu Qibo and Ren Jie became fast friends; both were technical talents and often chatted about topics related to making Superpower Weapons.

Qi Delong, Yan Congjun, and Yu Feng, all former soldiers, also bonded closely and often moved closer to the patrol team, actively showing themselves, helping out, and proactively integrating into the Firebird.

In the eyes of the Yangshan Patrol Team members, these three also gained a good reputation.

Liang Yuan observed all this, nodding secretly, knowing the quality of these people could serve a great use.

"Mr. Liang, good morning."

At this time, Li Xiaojun brought a young man to Liang Yuan’s side, greeting him with some nervousness.

Liang Yuan looked at him, smiling and nodding, "Hello, have you eaten?"

Li Xiaojun quickly nodded, "Yes, I ate at the canteen in the lower deck cabin; the meals on the Firebird are so abundant. I haven’t eaten such rich food for almost half a year."

Speaking of breakfast, Li Xiaojun immediately offered his praise.

Even though a good amount of time had already passed since breakfast, recalling it still made him swallow involuntarily.

This was his first-time realizing, that in the six months since the great flood, there could still be people who ate such abundant meals.

The young man beside him, Zhou Pei, also couldn’t help but swallow reflexively.

Liang Yuan laughed, knowing the impact the meals on the Firebird had on them.

Along the way, he had heard many of the new survivors excitedly discussing this.

Compared to their excitement, the patrol team members on the Firebird were much calmer.

While the ship’s meals were good, they were no match compared to the delicious food in the Yangshan Complex’s canteen.

With so many people on the ship, it’s impossible to store large amounts of fresh vegetables and such.

Mostly, it’s some pre-pickled vegetables and cured meats.

While rice and the like is freshly made, even so, for survivors long trapped in buildings, it’s already an invaluable delicacy.

Liang Yuan accompanied the ship this time; he had the ability to provide fresh vegetables.

But he chose not to do so because he wanted to identify any potential issues that might arise on the ship promptly.

As it turns out, the ship’s freezer needs to be activated and utilized; otherwise, storing a large amount of food is impossible.

Additionally, food needs improvement, as just cured meat and pickled vegetables still require preparation to eat.

Each time meals are prepared, it consumes a lot of electricity on the ship.

This electricity is generated by burning fuel, and if used regularly, it imposes a huge test on the fuel supply.

Therefore, the best solution is actually to prepare finished products at Yangshan, and then store them in the warehouse in batches.