Evelyn Ford remembered that when she was hoarding supplies before the apocalypse, she had bought a lot of sanitary pads in bulk. The quality was fine, but they were very cheap—two hundred pads for only twenty yuan.
The last time she went to Westeria, she had also picked up quite a few, but she'd forgotten to take them out. As a result, when Wendy and Wyatt Vaughn needed some later, she had no plausible way to give them any.
This was the perfect opportunity to take some out.
Evelyn Ford looked at Ronan Kendrick. "How many sheep do you think we should take with us?"
"Do you need to trade for a lot of things?"
Evelyn Ford nodded. "Quite a bit. Mainly things like gasoline, but I also want to trade for some rice, flour, oil, and salt."
"Three."
"Won't that be too few? I was planning on taking five. And this time, we're not bringing the Mammoth, just the two horses. The Mammoth is too big of a target."
