The next day, early morning.
Li Yahong once again sought out Wu Heng and recounted the details of last night's trade.
Three bags of rice for a submachine gun, Wu Heng felt it was still acceptable.
But it also seemed strange that the other party agreed so readily to the terms of the exchange.
Although guns were of limited use against zombies, the settlement was openly providing shelter to survivors, and despite the difficult journey, Wu Heng believed many would still go there.
A gun was the most effective tool for maintaining order and power. Could they really be that willing to trade it?
It felt somewhat odd.
But at this time, food was indeed essential, even more important than guns.
"Let's see where we can find a truck that can transport food and skeletons. We'll modify it, and then we'll go there to trade for the gun," Wu Heng said.
"Oh, okay!"
They finished discussing the gun trade.
