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...
Tan Junyan walked out with a blank expression on her face.
"Zi Yang, have someone carry the sacred jar to the vicinity of the reservoir. Be careful not to bump into anything."
Ziyang bowed and said, "Yes."
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"Please open the granaries and release the grain, and save us!"
"The general's mansion not only has rice, but also plenty of meat. They eat it to their heart's content, yet they don't care about the lives of the people..."
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Hundreds of people gathered in front of the general's mansion, shouting and clamoring for the granaries to be opened and the grain to be released.
Sun Lao San, the leader, saw Tan Junyan coming and said loudly to everyone:
"General Tan is here. Everyone kneels down and begs her to save us."
All the people knelt down,
"General, we are really desperate, so we come to you for help."
"The famine has lasted too long. We have no food and can only wait to die."
Tan Junyan's face turned cold. "If it weren't for helping you, why would my Tan family army be starving right now?"
"There is no food in the General's Mansion. Please leave immediately. If you dare to continue causing trouble, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."
"No food!" Sun Laosan narrowed his eyes and grabbed an old woman with a bruised face and nose.
He snatched the white steamed bun from her arms and asked, "What is this?"
When everyone saw that it was steamed buns, they subconsciously swallowed their saliva.
That’s a white flour bun!
Fine grains were hard to come by before the drought, let alone now.
Even if there is a lot of dirt on it, I still want to take a bite.
"You gave the steamed buns to this old man and not to us."
"You clearly have food, but you won't give it to us. I think you just want to starve us to death..."
"Did you hit her in the face?"
Tan Junyan interrupted Sun Laosan.
This old woman was none other than Leo's mother.
His face was badly damaged and he could hardly open his eyes.
Aunt Li's face was filled with pain. "Junyan, they... dug up Little Li's body and ate it. My son! Wuwu..."
"Cry and you will cry."
Sun Laosan pushed her down and kicked her twice.
"We are not like you. We have white flour buns to eat. If we don't eat your son, we will starve to death."
"Tell me, were your white flour buns given to you by Tan Junyan?"