"Alright, alright, then I won't bother you any longer."

"..."

After finishing his call with the rice shop owner, he called the fleet manager.

Because he wasn't there, and worried about the quality of the vegetables and meat he bought, he gave each of the movers 1,500 yuan to check the quality.

These people were very enthusiastic. They said that some vendors were dishonest, mixing rotten potatoes with new ones, but they managed to get rid of them all. They also noted down the vendors' locations and said they would not cooperate with them in the future.

The vendors cried and wailed, claiming they knew nothing about it and promising to pick out the cleanest produce, hoping that Chu Xiao, the big boss, would give them a chance to cooperate.

Chu Xiao smiled.

Although businessmen are all profit-driven, they cannot be without integrity.

The team leader did the right thing!

After seeing the convoy off, he took the copper basin off the vehicle and sent a message to Qin Yuezhao:

"I am a god. Many of the soldiers in Liangcheng have been infected with the plague and are in dire need of nutrition and food. I will now send you some grain, vegetables and meat. Find an open space."

Wearing a gauze mask, Chen Wan'er knelt before Qin Yue Zhao's bedside, attending to her illness. When she saw a note floating out of the treasure basin, she excitedly shouted towards the door, "General Huo, the gods are so kind! Knowing that Liangcheng is in trouble, they are going to give us food."

Huo Tingye had been guarding the door all day because he was mindful of the difference between men and women.

Upon hearing Chen Wan'er's voice, he immediately pushed open the door and went inside.

"Really? Could the gods send us some isolation medicine? Several thousand patients have appeared in the military camp in just two days. If this continues, the entire Huo family army may be doomed!"

Chen Wan'er nodded.

"First, we need to find a place to settle the food given by the gods. The people are waiting for the porridge, and we can't run out of food. Later, I will ask the gods to give us divine medicine."

Huo Tingye then glanced at Qin Yuezhao through the curtain, sighed, and walked down.

He placed the treasure bowl in the yard, and the chickens, ducks and geese that the gods had previously bestowed upon him were already properly arranged. The yard was also cleaned up, all in preparation for the gods' blessings.

Chu Xiao received a message from Chen Wan'er that everything was ready, so he used his mind to first send over rice, flour, and oil, and then vegetables and meat.

In an instant, the rice bag was sucked into the copper basin like a flood.

Chen Wan'er saw bags of rice flying out with a "whoosh" and being neatly stacked in the corner.

More than 5,000 bags of rice, more than 5,000 bags of flour, and more than 3,000 barrels of oil were piled up in the yard.

Worried that too many things would weigh down the roof and walls, she quickly picked up the treasure basin and rushed to the yard outside.

The moment the treasure bowl was placed on the floor, fresh cabbages flew out of it and knocked her to the ground.

Then came potatoes, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, eggplants, onions...

Pork, beef, lamb, and fish...

Finally, there were the chicken eggs, duck eggs, and goose eggs, all packed in shockproof foam boxes…

Everything available at the farmers' market was copied and sent to Qin Yuezhao's residence.

Seeing so many delicacies, Chen Wan'er was moved to tears. She immediately picked up two boxes of eggs and said to the butler:

"Uncle Chen, please take these eggs to the small kitchen to make egg drop soup. His Highness hasn't eaten anything all day and needs to eat something, otherwise his body won't be able to take it."

Uncle Chen was also worried about the princess's condition and ran over here more than ten times a day.

However, he was stopped each time by guards wearing veils, who were afraid that he would be infected with the disease.

Hearing Chen Wan'er's words, he didn't even bother to look at the grain filling the yard, and quickly grabbed the eggs and rushed into the kitchen.

Only with His Highness can the gods bestow food.

If anything happens to Your Highness, all of these will become mere pipe dreams.

So, Gods, I beg you to save Her Highness the Princess and prevent her from dying a tragic death on the border!