The temperature was minus 42 degrees, acid snow was flying, and radiation was everywhere.
In the Iron Sand Refuge, the average life expectancy is less than forty years. Survivors can kill each other for half a tube of synthetic ointment mixed with mutated cockroaches; a mouthful of pure water without radiation is a top-notch luxury item that only the rich and powerful in the inner city can enjoy.
Lin Yan, who traveled to the wasteland, found that he had a "space" that could produce absolutely pure food.
So, the style of painting changed.
When the top mercenaries were fighting for a few kilograms of mutated rat meat in the wilderness, Lin Yan exchanged a piece of pork suet the size of mahjong for the strategic pharmacy of the shelter;
While the superior city lord was still complacent about a small cabbage that had not mutated, Lin Yan was stewing fresh pork belly with pure water in a drafty iron shack.
In this morbid era where food is more expensive than bullets, Lin Yan holds the only truth.
"Do you want life or meat?"
