Beauvais Town, the chicken coop.

From a distance, it looks less like a poultry farm and more like a heavily guarded prison.

Tall metal fences surround it, with barbed wire coiled at the top, while security personnel patrol back and forth around the chicken coop, their eyes vigilant.

Inside the fences, chickens stroll leisurely, while outside the fences, groups of starving people beg for food.

These people, knowing well they won't get the chickens, can't help but keep staring, practically going crazy with desire.

Lin Yi looked at the Red Wine Commander: "It seems the food situation here is not very optimistic."

"How should I put it, the food you brought can be said to have saved the lives of most people in the camp," the Red Wine Commander sighed, very candidly.

The Beauvais Town camp, despite having a chicken coop, hunters, fishermen, and teams searching for food in areas inaccessible to zombies, still faces food distribution challenges. After excluding privilege factors, food is supplied first to the soldiers, then to the workers, and even so, there has long been a food shortage.

Here, it's not a case of not working, not eating; even if you work hard, you might not eat.

The key is, you can't afford not to work. If you don't work today, you might lose your job tomorrow and your life the day after.

Therefore, no one dares to gamble! But with no one gambling, the food available for distribution just keeps decreasing, turning into a vicious cycle...

At this moment, the door of the chicken coop slowly opened, and a jeep drove inside the coop.

This is a small poultry farm, housing a few hundred chickens, equipped with its own diesel generator to ensure a basic power supply.

The chickens here are not usually slaughtered for meat; people place more value on letting the flock reproduce.

Moreover, only under special circumstances would some eggs be taken out of the cold storage for consumption.

Lin Yi was fortunate to have scrambled eggs in the morning.

The Red Wine Commander took him around the farm, showing him where the eggs are hatched, how the flocks are cared for, and what they are fed.

The Red Wine Commander even introduced Lin Yi to the farm's former owner—Jerome, an elderly man, who is now the camp's chief livestock expert.

At the moment, Jerome is training new employees, ready to roll up his sleeves and get to work!

"Can I chat with Jerome for a bit? I want him to teach me some insights, which I can then pass on to my people."

"Well..."

The General was about to refuse, but Lin Yi interrupted him.

"In exchange, I'll pay for the chickens with wheat. You'll be surprised."

As Lin Yi spoke, he suddenly produced several bundles of golden, plump wheat.

The food from the shelter is not only beneficial for humans, but its effects on animals are also magical, just like this wheat.

"So you really do have wheat!" The Red Wine Commander's eyes flashed with shock upon seeing the wheat.

After all, in this chaotic post-apocalyptic world, many merchants like to boast about their resources, exaggerating, while often engaging in deceitful practices.

Through this matter, the Red Wine Commander realized another side of Lin Yi's character—honesty.

He took the wheat, examined it carefully, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "Jerome will take over and entertain you for a while!"

Ten minutes later.

Lin Yi arrived at the chicken coop; he knew nothing about chickens but insisted on personally selecting the hens and roosters.

Based on Melanie's report, Lin Yi pointed to the two chickens with the highest heat in the coop.

This gave Jerome quite a shock.

"You have quite an eye for picking chickens. This hen lays a lot of eggs, and this rooster is very... lively, you know what I mean!"

Jerome, amicable in demeanor, handed the chickens to his guest.

Lin Yi casually sent the chickens to the shelter, then humbly began learning techniques from the planting expert.

Meanwhile, a few girls at the shelter sat in front of laptops, listening intently and taking notes.

Lin Yi didn't plan to personally take care of these chickens, so this explanation was mainly for the girls to hear.

Time quietly slipped away in focused study, and before they knew it, it was time for lunch.

The Red Wine Commander came to invite Lin Yi for lunch.

They boarded the jeep and, along the familiar road, smoothly returned to headquarters.

At the factory gate, there were still many hungry people, but they only shouted, never daring to take any extreme actions.

Walking into the officers' mess, Lin Yi found it more crowded than usual, filled with the tempting aroma.

The Red Wine Commander warmly invited Lin Yi to sit and cheerfully said, "Today's lunch, we're eating the food you sold us."

"Oh, aren't you afraid the food might be poisoned or something?"

Demar proudly declared: "You're underestimating the chefs of our army. Each chef is also an excellent chemist... In short, no one can poison the French army!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the officers raised their hands in unison, loudly agreeing.

This sudden scene of intense enthusiasm, Lin Yi had seen it many times.

This is the French army, suddenly giving you a burst of passion, with no warning.

To put it bluntly, they are a group of—

Creatures with extremely low ignition points!

Soon after, lunch was served.

The table was filled with several dishes carefully prepared with potatoes and vegetables, as well as a cabbage salad.

Just like in the morning, everything was delicious, proving that the chefs here truly have some skills.

Lin Yi ate with gusto, thoroughly enjoying himself.

The Red Wine Commander did the same, having not tasted such fresh produce in an exceptionally long time.

In the past, even when food supplies were relatively ample, most were preserved foods, canned goods, and such, which were repetitive day after day.

Now, faced with this fresh food, the Red Wine Commander ate with particular focus, finishing every bite and even shamelessly licking the plate.

Everyone thoroughly enjoyed lunch.

Many wanted a second helping but were refused—after all, the current food reserves are far from enough to supply everyone.

Most officers and soldiers didn't complain.

They had all heard—that an Eastern merchant brought abundant fresh food to the army, asking only for those worthless Survivor Coins in return.

Does this act seem foolish?

Others might not understand, but they certainly didn't see it that way!

In this apocalyptic world, overshadowed by despair and fear, where resources are extremely scarce, food is the guarantee of life, and every bite is extraordinarily precious.

Lin Yi's arrival was like a ray of light piercing the darkness, bringing unimaginably abundant food.

They had no comprehension of the convoluted transactions up above; in their eyes, Lin Yi was simply the one who directly brought food to their faces.

Even more incredibly, Lin Yi didn't ask for any scarce materials, nor did he covet gold or silver treasures.

He merely took away those Survivor Coins, piled high and virtually useless in this post-apocalypse.

This is the kind of care for the troops that surpasses even the General!

Additionally, an uplifting message quickly spread through the mess hall—it's said that in three days, the merchant will bring another batch of even more abundant supplies!

Not only meat and flour but also fresh fruits, which are extremely rare in the apocalypse.

This news was like a bombshell, instantly causing an uproar amongst the crowd.

Everyone was filled with surprise and anticipation.

After lunch ended, the enthusiastic atmosphere in the mess hall remained.

Many officers, whom Lin Yi had never met, all stopped afterward, turned uniformly, and directed their eyes toward where Lin Yi was standing.

Immediately following, they stood tall and in a unified motion raised their right hands... giving Lin Yi a standard French military salute!

After the salute, they hurriedly and with barely contained excitement, slowly left the mess hall...

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