Famine Year: I Help the Beautiful Female General Build Infrastructure

A ceramic jar became sentient, knowledgeable of past and present. Wang Yan relied on this ceramic jar to befriend an ancient beautiful female general.

Her name was Tan Junyan, a legend of the...

Chapter 63: Soldiers are transported, porcelain jars swallow people

The soldiers volunteered.

Seeing how enthusiastic they were, Tan Junyan was very pleased. "We don't need so many people. Twenty will be enough."

"Just twenty!" someone said with a disappointed look.

With so many people participating and only twenty spots available, the chance of being selected is too small.

One soldier suggested, "Let's draw lots!"

"We can draw lots, but..."

Tan Junyan changed the subject and said, "There are requirements. One, you can't be too old, and two, you can't have a wife."

"Yes, he is too old to go. If he goes, he will not be able to guard the warehouse, and he himself will need someone to look after him."

"The coach is really thoughtful."

"Even those who have wives and children cannot do this. You can't abandon your wife and children and go to the gods alone!"

"Fortunately I don't have a wife, haha."

"It's not enough for only the soldiers to go, the generals have to go too." Shi Xiong said in a muffled voice.

"I meet the criteria. I'm not too old or too young. I'll be the one!"

“Who is not old and young?”

Yu Dong rushed to speak,

"You have strong limbs but a simple mind. You are okay to be a general here, but it is not suitable for you to go to the gods. If anyone wants to go, I will go."

"You're talking nonsense!" Shi Xiong stared at him, as if he was anxious.

"Whatever you can do, I can do too. What you can't do, I can still do. Why am I not suitable to go to the gods?"

"I've cut my hair, and I look almost like a god."

"Mine can be cut short too, but I haven't had the chance yet."

"Stop arguing, both of you. Just draw lots and decide!"

Seeing that neither of them was willing to give in, Tan Junyan decided to let them draw lots.

"Count me in for the draw."

"And me."

Several soldiers raised their hands to sign up, and Tan Junyan shook his head without comment.

While everyone was drawing lots, a general walked over quickly.

When he got closer, he bowed and said in a low voice, "Commander, according to the plan, we intercepted Eunuch Yang's convoy."

"The supplies were intercepted and stored in a hidden valley."

"In order to conceal our presence, we can only transport it back to the city at night."

Tan Junyan nodded slightly. "As long as the supplies can be returned, it doesn't matter if it's sooner or later."

He then took out a pen and paper and began to write a letter to Wang Yan.

I lied to him and told him to send him some local specialties and asked him to prepare to receive them.

The reason for this is that after the porcelain jar over there was minimized, nothing else could be sent or received except notes.

After a while, the drawing of lots was completed. The soldiers who were drawn were jubilant, while those who were not drawn were dejected.

Everyone seemed to completely ignore the risk of the porcelain jar swallowing people.

"I told you I'm more suitable than you, but you still don't believe me and insist on competing with me. Can you win against me?"

Among the soldiers, Xu Dong was lucky enough to be drawn and was so happy that he lost himself in pride.

Shi Xiong and the others saw this and felt like beating him up.

Tan Junyan looked at the note Wang Yan threw over and said, "Okay, you can go now."

"Everyone, I'm going to the divine realm. Goodbye." Xu Dong was the first to disappear in the porcelain jar.

"Take care, everyone."

"Goodbye, General Tan."

The twenty soldiers said their farewell words and were carried away by the porcelain jars.

Wang Yan was curious about what kind of specialties Tan Junyan would send.

The situation there is like that, what special products can they have?

Could it be a beautiful maid like Cheng Wushuang!

Just as I was thinking about it, a figure suddenly appeared next to the porcelain jar.

Wang Yan was startled and then looked surprised.

The person coming here is a man!

Before he could ask, soldiers were teleported over one after another.

Wang Yan stared at it.

Is this the specialty that Tan Junyan mentioned?

Except for the first one who came, most of them were wearing ancient costumes.

They were tall and rough-looking, standing there with faces full of curiosity and confusion.

Xu Dong was the first to come to his senses, kneeling on the ground and respectfully clasping his fists towards Wang Yan.

"God, we are here on the orders of General Tan to assist you in guarding the warehouse."

Seeing this, the other soldiers knelt down one after another.

Some people were so excited that their bodies were shaking.

The person in front of me is a god who is high above everyone else.

God who saved hundreds of thousands of people!

Wang Yan understood what was going on instantly.

It must be Chen Hu and Cheng Wushuang who wrote to Tan Junyan, telling her that the warehouse needed guards.

But it’s better this way. Having them guard the warehouse and receive the goods won’t cause unnecessary trouble.

Thinking of this, he said, "Welcome to the modern world. Everyone, please stand up quickly. You don't have to kneel down to talk here."

"Hurry up and get up." Chen Hu urged.

"The kneeling ceremony here was abolished eight hundred years ago."

Xu Dong and others then stood up.

Cheng Wushuang on the side couldn't help but ask: "How many of you are here?"

Xu Dong said truthfully, "One general and twenty soldiers."

"That makes twenty-one!"

Cheng Wushuang's expression changed drastically. "Why are there two less? Are there still some who haven't come yet?"

"No way!"

Xu Dong hurriedly turned around and counted the people, turning over and over again, but no matter how he counted, there were always two missing.

A soldier stepped forward and said, "General Xu, the two missing people are Sun Yucheng and Sui Yin."

The corner of Xu Dong's mouth twitched.

There are two missing from the twenty-one people, so the probability of them being missing is too high.

Wang Yan turned and looked at Cheng Wushuang, "Write a letter to Tan Junyan immediately and tell her not to use porcelain jars as heirlooms in the future."

Cheng Wushuang nodded heavily, "Yes."

Wang Yan took out a remote control key and handed it to Chen Hu.

"Take them to the warehouse where their combat uniforms are stored and have them change into clothes that fit them properly."

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