Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Lu Dahai stood up and confidently stated the fact that there was a lack of food in the lower cabin.

"Our food supply has always been short of quantity, and everyone is hungry every day."

"Mr. Zhang, we didn't have much to say at first. Your kindness in taking us away was already a life-saving grace. So even if there's no food, we'll just endure it. The worst that can happen is we'll just go hungry!"

Zhang Yi frowned.

"Everyone's food supply is rationed, and no one will be left out. Unless one of you has a huge appetite, then you should reflect on your reasons."

"You should eat less. When you are hungry, you have only one kind of trouble. But when you are full, you will have countless troubles."

Lu Dahai quickly said, "We don't have much to eat! Adults can only eat until they are half full, and children can eat until they are 70% full."

"Although some of us are fishermen who work as laborers and have big appetites, the difference can't be that big."

Xie Changming was unhappy at this time.

He walked up to Lu Dahai, pointed at his nose and started cursing.

"Stop your indirect criticism! Do you think I can withhold your food?"

Lu Dahai lowered his head and stared at Xie Changming and Zhang Yi silently. Although he did not answer, his meaning was self-evident.

Zhang Yi was not angry and continued to call people to ask questions.

"In that case, why did you suddenly decide to cause trouble? Could it be that someone is starving to death?"

At this time, the expressions of several crew members became uncomfortable.

Even Zhu Yunque, who was sitting next to Zhang Yi, frowned quietly, as if there was something he couldn't say out loud.

Zhang Yi certainly understood this strange atmosphere, and knew that something must have happened that he didn't know about.

But he couldn't understand why there was a food shortage.

Xie Changming would never withhold food because there was no point in him keeping it.

The crew ate much better than that.

"Old Tian."

Zhang Yi gave Lao Tian a look full of inquiry.

Zhang Yi's meaning is self-evident.

The daily affairs on the ship are left to Lao Tian to take care of.

Zhang Yi may not be aware of what happened, but if Lao Tian is completely unaware of it, then it would be dereliction of duty on his part.

Lao Tian smiled awkwardly.

"Mr. Zhang, this is actually what happened."

Old Tian told Zhang Yi and others the whole story, which made everyone basically understand the whole story.

It turned out that the problem of lack of food in the lower cabin had existed from the very beginning.

The reason is unknown, and Lao Tian and the others are too lazy to deal with such matters.

After all, the meals in the lower cabin are all from a big pot. Every day, you just need to carry the bucket over and let them eat and drink as they please.

There was no problem with the supplies allocated by Zhang Yi. They were indeed supplied according to the number of people and quantity, and theoretically they were sufficient.

But then I don’t know what went wrong.

If it were just that, it wouldn't make them feel resentful.

I can’t eat enough, but I won’t starve to death either.

But it's still the same old problem.

After spending a long time at sea, the crew will naturally feel lonely and need comfort both mentally and physically.

So, they would often run down there to look for the women in the lava flow group or the lower cabin... and a few men.

There are fewer people in the rock flow group, and there are relatively more women in the lower cabin.

Their lack of food actually gave the crew members bargaining chips.

Later, this kind of contact became more frequent, and people in the lower cabin could often come to the middle and upper decks and see the food they ate.