"Who are you looking down on?"

Wang Yan curled his lips and said, "After all, I am also a rich second generation. Can I come up with two hundred million?"

"If you really have 200 million, I advise you not to take it out. It will be a waste of money."

"Someone is coming..."

Sun Hao suddenly lowered his voice.

"The financing time is at 2:30 pm, in the main building conference room."

"I've told you the situation, you can handle it yourself!"

After that, the call ended.

Wang Yan also had a headache. He stood up helplessly and muttered, "Never mind, let's go get some medicine for Miss Tan first."

He locked the warehouse door and drove away from the villa.

After going back and forth several times and clearing out two Chinese medicine stores, I still felt it was not enough, so I went into a fairly large Western medicine store.

Panax notoginseng tablets, Shenyang Hongyao, Yunnan Baiyao, oral antibiotics, first aid kits, buy as many as you can.

Anti-inflammatory, analgesic, everything you need.

Finally, don’t forget to empty the Xieliping.

Medical care was limited in ancient times, and even a stomach upset could kill people.

It was already noon when I finished my work, so I found a fast food restaurant to fill my stomach.

After returning, he threw a printed A4 paper into the porcelain jar.

Just tell them that the medicine is about to be given and ask them to prepare it.

After throwing the paper over, I found something wrong.

Western medicines come with instructions, but the ancients didn’t know modern characters, which was a problem.

After some thought, he returned to his bedroom, turned on his computer, and after a search, he found a translation table of ancient and modern texts.

After confirming that it works, I printed out more than a hundred copies.

…

"General Tan, your husband was too aggressive this time."

"All the camp's water tanks and buckets are full, and the reservoirs are about to overflow. What should we do?"

Ziyang looked anxious.

The water that comes out will be wasted, and it is extremely precious water!

Tan Junyan didn't expect that the amount of water output from the porcelain jar would be so large.

After a moment's thought, he asked, "How much tarpaulin is left?"

Zi Yang said truthfully: "There are many more."

"That's good."

Tan Junyan nodded with satisfaction and said, "Order the soldiers to dig a river inside the city, from the east to the west."

"Ah!" Zi Yang opened his mouth wide.

If there was a river in the city, the people and soldiers would not have to queue up to get water.

After a moment of hesitation, he hurriedly said, "I'll go notify the various departments right away."

"Wait." Tan Junyan stopped him.

"Let me ask my husband first."

"Yes." Zi Yang had no choice but to bow and agree.

"Coach..."

Just as Ziyang left, another person came in.

"The gods stopped giving you water and wrote you a letter."

As he said this, he held the A4 paper in both hands and handed it respectfully to Tan Junyan.

Tan Junyan took it and looked at it, and saw that it said:

[I'm going to deliver the medicine. After that, I'll continue giving water.]

[Please prepare. When you are ready, please inform me by email.]

"The gods are going to send us medicine!"

Tan Junyan's hands were shaking with excitement.

The land is dry and the herbs in the mountains have long since withered and cannot be picked.

Medicine was hard to come by, so soldiers could only rely on their bodies to fight off injuries.

Without water or food, they were extremely weak and could not bear any serious injuries and could only wait to die.

Among the 100,000 Tan family troops, there were more than 20,000 wounded soldiers, who were suffering in pain.

Every day there are people who can’t bear it and die.

There were also many wounded soldiers who fell into despair because there was no medicine to treat them and took their own lives.

If there were enough medicine, they wouldn't have to commit suicide and wait for death.

"Zi Yang, move the porcelain jar to the courtyard, and make sure it doesn't get scratched at all."

"Send someone to notify all the doctors in each camp and have them come over."

As Tan Junyan spoke, she picked up the brush on the table.

"yes."

Zi Yang agreed loudly and retreated with his soldiers.

Tan Junyan wrote on the yellow paper:

[I have no way of repaying my husband's kindness, so I will not offer any useless words of thanks.]

【According to your instructions, the people of the entire city enthusiastically joined the army.】

[The Tan family army is rapidly expanding, and will need more supplies in the future.]

[My husband needs money to buy medicine and food. I will do my best to collect more gold, silver, and jewelry to repay his kindness.]

Wang Yan mentioned it in his previous letter.

He said he could exchange the gold, silver and jade he sent for more supplies.

From this we can conclude.

The food was not conjured up by him, but was bought with real money.

Those refined rice foods are obviously very expensive, and he must have consumed a lot of them.

Continue writing:

[I have long decided to build a palace for my husband.]

[However, we do not know your divine appearance. We would like to request a portrait of you. We will then cast a golden statue of you based on the portrait.]

[The reservoir is full, no water supply is needed at this time.]

To make it easier for the civilians and soldiers in the city to get water, I intend to order people to dig a water reservoir inside the city.

[I dare not take the initiative, so I ask my husband if it is okay?]

[There is one thing I need my husband’s guidance on…]

Tan Junyan described Gao Zhanfeng's rebellion and asked Wang Yan for advice on what to do.

Finally, she wrote: [Husband, please send me medicine after reading this.]

By the time the writing was finished, the soldiers had already carried the porcelain jar into the yard.

The body of the jar was wiped clean, with a red carpet spread underneath. Many people were kneeling around it, kowtowing and worshipping devoutly.

Because of the natural disasters over the years, people kowtow in temples and burn incense when they see statues.

But it never worked.

What kind of God is it if he cannot show his power?

It's like he doesn't exist. What's the point of worshipping him?

Only this sacred jar has spirit.

According to Tan Junyan, the god in the jar is named Wang Yan.

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