Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

The statistician bent down and frantically clicked the beads on the abacus.

"Based on two to four kilograms per person per meal, three meals a day, plus the extra consumption of all disaster relief personnel, each person consumes about one rice ball or naan bread per day. Four hundred thousand tons of cooked food is enough to last about twenty-five days to a month for both disaster areas. The troops and officers have a lot of physical exertion, so we may need to add more."

Su Wanqing secretly patted her chest, thankfully this batch could be used up quickly, thankfully people in this era are all good-for-nothings, otherwise wouldn't her later batch have been a waste of merit points?

A good glutton.

Look at the small appetites of modern people; they're full after just one bowl of rice. They do nothing all day but sit around and eat very little.

In those days, with both men and women working in the fields for over ten hours a day, they could easily cook a lot of food. Take Zhou Yanshen, for example; he could easily eat two or three bowls of rice per meal...

(Back then, my grandparents were reclaiming wasteland in Xinjiang. They worked heavy labor for more than ten hours a day, and no matter how much food they ate, it wasn't enough. It was really tough.)

Upon hearing this number, the marshal's brows furrowed again.

"This grain is so precious, I think we should mix it with some other grains to last a few more days... After all, there's still a long way to go in the disaster relief efforts..."

He had been frugal his whole life, and seeing so much refined rice, white flour, and meat-filled pancakes all gone at once made him wince and gnash his teeth. He always thought of mixing in some coarse grains to prolong the consumption process.

Su Wanqing, however, was quite satisfied.

"Just follow this standard, no need to mix in any grain. After we finish this batch, there will be a second batch, and if the second batch isn't enough, there will be a third batch."

I can't reveal too much else, but if the organization still faces food shortages, we can even supply food at a low price for an extended period after the disaster relief efforts are over—absolutely a low price!

She has over nine million tons of refined rice and flour in her storage space; even if she sold them all to the state at a low price, she would still make a profit.

But now—having finally stumbled upon such a golden opportunity to accumulate merit points, she absolutely refused to let even a single merit point slip through her fingers.

The first thought that popped into the marshal's mind was—a second batch? A third batch? Long-term low-price supply??

Are this girl and her friend really planning to plunder every grain warehouse in the world?

But then he thought about how those capitalists abroad could be so extravagant as to use such precious ingredients to mass-produce cooked food, and how his own able-bodied men were eating cornbread mixed with coarse grains, while the old women and children were starving and saving their rations for the workers. A surge of anger rose in his heart.

He slammed his fist on the stretcher armrest. "Fine! I'll listen to you this time! These cooked foods only have a shelf life of about a month. If we don't eat them while they're fresh, it'll be a huge waste if they go bad and get moldy."

Eat! This time, everyone, regardless of rank or whether they are on the front lines or in the rear, will eat these two types of rations, prioritizing the use of cooked food!

"Great! That's wonderful!" The foreman of the Yanshan mining area, a man as tall as an iron tower, immediately covered his face and squatted down, his shoulders shaking. "Those veterans have food now, and it's such delicious meat pies! They've suffered their whole lives, and finally they can have a hot and good meal..."

Someone quickly asked, "Then I should immediately issue a notice to withdraw all the reserve grain that was previously urgently allocated from major grain depots back to its original warehouses? Some of it is already en route or even on the edge of the disaster area."

The marshal waved his hand and said, "Withdraw immediately! Return to where you came from! Do not detain a single grain of rice on the way; store it exactly as it was."

He then turned to his staff and ordered, "Immediately organize loading and transport them all to the military airfield. The flight formation transferred from Bincheng is already waiting there. How long do you expect it to take to load and ship the first batch?"

"Report: Although these cooked foods are piled up to the brim, we have enough manpower now. If we work through the night to load them, we can finish by tomorrow morning. Airplanes are fast; they can reach the disaster area in an hour. Then, we can organize ground personnel to transport them deeper into the disaster area."

The marshal nodded emphatically, a smile finally appearing on his face: "Good, excellent! Tomorrow morning, everyone in both disaster areas will be able to enjoy a hot meal!"

Seeing this, Su Wanqing also set her own schedule:

"After the loading is completed here, we'll set off with the transport fleet tomorrow morning to check on the situation in Yanshan. If there's still a shortage of supplies, I'll contact my friend to find a solution."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone present felt a little relieved.

If someone else dared to say so arrogantly, "If I need anything, I'll contact my friends," everyone would slap them across the face and ask who they think they are.

The person who said this was Su Wanqing—a few days ago she said there was a supercomputer, and there it was; she said there was a top-notch airplane, and there it was; she said there were hundreds of thousands of tons of grain and cooked food, and now they are piled up right under their noses, so much that even the warehouses can't hold it all.

They believe whatever she says.

The marshal laughed heartily, looking much more energetic than when he had just undergone surgery: "Alright, then I'll trouble you to make the trip yourself. Don't worry, you can bring your family along. Once you get there, just let me know if you need anything. I've had Secretary Zhou grant you special access, and all resource allocation and personnel coordination will be handled with the highest priority."

"Alright, Xiao Su, you should go back and rest early. Once the loading is done here, you should set off."

Su Wanqing nodded; there was really no point in her staying any longer.

However, seeing the marshal still lying energetically on the stretcher, overseeing the loading and unloading progress, she couldn't help but ask, "You're not going to have to stay here all night, are you?"

The marshal raised an eyebrow as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "With so much grain, how can I not personally oversee it? I need to see every single bag loaded onto the plane and fly to the disaster area before I feel at ease. Don't worry, I'm in great spirits!"

Su Wanqing shook her head helplessly—the older generation all think they're made of iron.

She stopped trying to persuade him, and instead took some pills wrapped in oil paper from her basket and handed them to the military doctor next to the marshal.

"These are some health-boosting pills I prepared earlier. Please give one to each of the comrades who are working the night shift. I'll be going now."

She made a lot of these pills made from the spiritual spring and distributed them during this disaster relief effort. This would not only help these hard-working people but also those dedicated researchers, and perhaps even quietly increase her merit points.

Whether it will actually rise or not remains to be seen until some time has passed.

Her chest felt very swollen; she needed to hurry back to Zhou Yanshen to help relieve it.

Meanwhile, the marshal was already shouting urgently: "Quickly, don't rush to load the refined rice and flour onto the wagons. Prioritize loading all the cooked food; don't leave a single piece behind!"

"Marshal, if the disaster area really needs anything, how will Comrade Su contact her friends? All communications are down there!"

The marshal slapped him across the face. "Is this something you should be thinking? They definitely have more advanced communication methods, maybe even wireless devices. Otherwise, do you think these things can just appear out of thin air, like manna from the sky?"