Qi Peiliang seemed to realize that his question had come out wrong, as though he wanted to break away from the Survival Convoy.
He immediately tried to make up for it:
"I... I meant that if we could cultivate these, they'd be hard currency."
"We could trade them with other convoys for plenty of supplies."
"But right now, this thing is one of a kind... so all we can trade are those ghost hands that grow out of it."
"That amounts to trading food for food, so their value... isn't as high as I'd hoped."
Everyone agreed that he had a point.
They stopped dwelling on it, with no intention of insisting on holding this against Qi Peiliang.
In fact, since they had passed Cao Xianming's scrutiny, everyone else in the convoy knew that the people who had joined them from the Peace Convoy were reliable.
After all, the Survival Convoy's veteran members knew Cao Xianming's habit of calculating everything about a person, right down to eighteen generations of their ancestors.
If the Peace Convoy had truly harbored ill intentions, Cao Xianming would have dealt with them long ago. They would never have been allowed to join.
Once they confirmed that the Ghost Hand Mushrooms were edible, nothing else was arranged for dinner that day.
Instead, Ghost Hand Mushrooms were served without limit, and everyone could eat their fill.
Plate after plate of dried Ghost Hand Mushrooms was handed out.
The former Peace Convoy members rubbed their stuffed bellies, feeling thoroughly heartened.
We really did make the right choice coming here.
They had eaten two filling meals in less than a day since joining the Survival Convoy.
Although the Ghost Hand Mushrooms did not taste particularly good, having enough to eat was the greatest happiness in this apocalypse.
They leaned