"I haven't seen rice for more than half a year."
"There's meat. It's chicken, coach. It's chicken!"
The voices of more than a dozen generals were trembling with excitement.
Due to years of severe drought, the people have no surplus food to raise chickens.
Chickens are almost extinct.
One of them said, "It's God who is helping us. We should enshrine this sacred jar."
Han Chonglie nodded slightly, "Yes, such a gift must be divine help."
Zi Yang suggested, "We should find the cleanest place and build an altar to show our reverence for the sacred jar."
"The altar is heavily guarded. No one is allowed to approach it without the commander's permission."
"Bang."
One general knelt directly in front of the porcelain vat.
Put your hands together and say devoutly:
"Not only do we have no food, but the people in the city also have no food to eat."
"Everyone was pale and thin, their chests sticking to their backs due to hunger."
"The grass roots and tree bark nearby are almost gone."
"We are not afraid of dying on the battlefield, but we cannot bear to see civilians die tragically."
"God, please give us some more food..."
…
Tan Junyan shook her head noncommittally.
"Although these foods are valuable, they are not enough to solve the urgent problem."
"Leave one bun for me, and take the rest back home to nourish your family."
Zi Yang said with an embarrassed expression: "Commander, you don't have anything to eat here, is it inappropriate for us to take it back?"
"Think about your four-year-old child at home who hasn't eaten in a few days."
"I..." Ziyang looked ashamed.
My wife and children at home have been starving for years and are already skin and bones.
Tan Junyan looked at the others.
"Your family hasn't had a full meal in almost a year!"
Upon hearing this, all the generals lowered their heads.
Tan Junyan continued, "It's already a luxury for me to have just one bun. Hurry and divide the food. This is an order."
"Coach, coach..."
The generals were moved and knelt down with red eyes.
"You guys divide it up! I don't want it."
One veteran refused directly and opened his shirt to reveal his round belly.
"I've eaten so much Guanyin soil that I can't eat anything else."
"General Cheng, you..."
Tan Junyan, who was usually calm, suddenly lost her composure.
His eyes widened slightly, filled with shock and heartache.
"***..." Mr. Cheng smiled bitterly.
"I, an old minister, cannot bear to compete with the common people for tree bark and grass roots. It will bring shame to you."
"I don't have much time left. I can no longer accompany you on your campaigns. You are the ones who have to fight back the barbarians. I, an old man about to be buried, will not compete with you for food."
When everyone heard this, they all fell silent.
This veteran who has fought all his life has made great contributions to the country and the people.
Now he has ended up in such a situation, how can we not feel sad.
Tan Junyan's lips trembled slightly, her throat moved, and she tried hard not to sob.
Trying to control my emotions, I said, "It's my fault for not taking good care of you."
Elder Cheng shook his head slightly. "This is the end of this old minister. It is a natural disaster, not your fault."
"Take some food and send General Cheng to see a military doctor."
Although Tan Junyan's voice was a little hoarse, she had regained her composure.
His eyes showed determination and his tone was full of unquestionableness.
She knew that she was the backbone of the group and could not be weak.
Anyone can cry, but she can't, because she is the head coach of the Tan family army.
“Yes, yes…”
Carrying food and with heavy hearts, everyone supported Old Cheng and left the general's mansion.
After everyone left, Tan Junyan took out pen and ink, spread out paper, and began to write a prayer.
"In the twenty-third year of the Holy Dragon's First Birth Year, successive insect plagues and severe droughts plagued the land, leaving thousands of miles of barren land. Rivers dried up, trees scorched, and cries of grief arose everywhere."
"Tan Junyan, the commander of the Tan family army, boldly prays to the gods to end the drought soon and relieve the suffering of the people."
"May the gods grant more food and water to save the soldiers and civilians guarding the border. I am willing to build a temple for generations to come to worship and burn incense continuously."
After writing, he lit three incense sticks and placed them in front of the porcelain jar.
After bowing three times, he lit the paper and threw it into the jar.
Due to food shortages, Guanyin soil was used in various places, resulting in countless deaths from abdominal distension.
If the gods could provide more water and food, there would be fewer tragedies on earth.
If it really works, I would build a temple and worship it for generations.
…
After Wang Yan had eaten and drunk his fill, he pulled the curtains and untied his belt facing the porcelain jar.
This porcelain jar can not only be used to drink water, but also to swallow buns and boxed lunches.
I want to use it as a trash can and a toilet.
To verify, try it first.
"call."
Just as he was about to pee, a burst of fire and black smoke came out of the porcelain jar.
"Hmm..."
Wang Yan was so scared that his hair stood up. He jumped high, turned around and ran away holding up his pants with both hands.
He rushed out of the room regardless of everything, touching his pounding heart and gasping for breath.
The horrific scene of fire and black smoke kept appearing in my mind, and I was filled with fear.
How could something like this happen in broad daylight?
It seems that using porcelain tanks as toilets is no longer feasible.
That thing seemed to have consciousness, and it made it so angry that it was fuming and smoking.
It's so scary, so frightening.
The more I thought about it, the more uneasy and curious I felt.
After a long time, he tiptoed back.
When he reached the living room door, he cautiously poked his head inside.
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