A silent night passed, and the next day, as the first ray of morning light slowly climbed up from the horizon, the survivors were already gathered around the table, enjoying their belated "feast."
The feeling of hunger made everyone eat with relish. Even the usually bland watery rice now tasted like a banquet comparable to a full Manchu Han feast.
"Do we have anything to do today?" After a night's rest, Wang Qiang's vitality was significantly restored. Although the affected areas still felt sore, compared to the previous day's miserable state, there was a marked improvement.
Tang Xiaoquan had already made a detailed plan with Lin Junfu and others the previous night, so he didn't hesitate and answered directly, "Yes, we have tasks, quite a few actually, so everyone might need to work a bit harder."
