In this once-in-a-century famine, it seemed that even the dignitaries could not eat such fine grains during festivals.

"Flour, rice, potatoes and eggplants—too much!"

“No one will go hungry again!”

"Thank God."

"Long live the gods."

The soldiers were not as excited as they were yesterday, crying and laughing.

Now, everyone has a happy smile on their face.

It is a kind of happiness that comes from the heart.

"Letter, letter..."

"Coach, your husband has sent you a letter."

A soldier ran up to Tan Junyan with a letter.

Tan Junyan unfolded it and saw the words written on it:

[Miss Tan, I have set up a department specifically to purchase supplies for you.]

[The gold, silver, and jewelry you sent over are almost sold out in large quantities.]

[After this, I will have more money to buy supplies for you, so you don't have to be frugal with food.]

If you have any other needs, please feel free to write to us and I will do my best to meet your needs.

[Later, I'll send you a mobile phone with a video on how to use a compound bow.]

[My phone has a camera and video function. Please take some photos of your place for me, and preferably record a few short videos. I will observe and see what you need.]

[Don't forget to take a few selfies. My husband really wants to see General Tan.]

【Later, I will write you a manual for using the phone.】

Tan Junyan read the contents of the letter and was moved to tears.

Han Chonglie asked in surprise, "Coach, are you crying?"

"Um!"

Tan Junyan did not deny it either.

"The emperor and the court abandoned us, but the gods did not."

"He spared no effort to help us and saved us from danger!"

"After enduring the barbarian attack tonight, we must immediately build a temple for the gods. There is no time to lose."

"Besides building a temple, I really can't think of how to repay the gods for their kindness."

Han Chonglie nodded heavily, "Without the gods' blessing, we are really at our wit's end."

As he said this, he knelt down directly in front of the porcelain jar.

"Thank God, I, Han Chonglie, swear to heaven that I will remain immortal and offer sacrifices to you for generations to come."

Seeing that the veteran general Han Chonglie had knelt, the nearby soldiers knelt down one after another and shouted in unison,

"We will not die, and we will worship you for generations..."

After a moment, someone asked in surprise: "What is that?"

After Wang Yan delivered the massive amount of food, he threw his cell phone and the written instructions into the porcelain jar.