"Yaoyao, how are the supplies doing now?"
Wang Hao asked casually while controlling the drone.
He entrusted the safety and distribution of the supplies to Lin Yuennan and Sun Yaoyao.
He didn't want to worry about these things.
"We're not short on food for now, that truckload is all long-lasting, hunger-resistant food.
If we save a bit, it can last a long time. Moreover, we've already started planting.
We won't be too short on food later on either."
At this point, Sun Yaoyao paused, showing a bit of difficulty on her face:
"But other living supplies are still in short supply, like toilet paper, sanitary pads, and so on."
It's been a long time since the apocalypse struck, and the living supplies in each household have almost been used up.
If we don't replenish them in time, they might run out soon.
Wang Hao had also stockpiled some of these items.
But they were limited too, sufficient for personal use, but if used to supply others,
he would run out quickly.
