Wang Yan soon received Tan Junyan's reply.
He picked up the paper excitedly, but was stunned after taking a few glances at it.
I thought it would be endless fun to pamper an ancient beautiful general, but I never expected that she would have more than 200,000 people on her side.
Tan Junyan hopes that her husband can save all the people in the city and all the Tan family soldiers.
She wanted everyone to survive.
The Tan family army had 100,000 soldiers and 120,000 civilians in the city.
How to support 220,000 people in total?
With 800 million yuan in hand, he doesn't have to worry about money. The main thing is that each person eats one kilogram of grain every day, which is more than 200,000 kilograms!
If you throw more than 200,000 kilograms of supplies into the tank by yourself, you will not be able to finish it even if you work yourself to death!
After thinking for a moment, he walked out of the secret room, sat in front of the computer, and began to write a letter to Tan Junyan.
Just tell her to order people to dig a reservoir.
There is definitely a shortage of food, but there is enough water.
There is a deep well in the backyard of the villa for watering flowers.
After connecting the pipes and plugging in the electricity, the water output is incomparable to that of the faucet at home.
It just hasn't been used for a long time, so I need to ask a professional to check it out.
After the paper is printed, return to the secret room.
He said to the porcelain jar in a commanding tone: "Jar slave, deliver this letter from the Marshal to Miss Tan immediately, or I will smash you to pieces."
“Swish.”
The paper in his hand flew towards the porcelain jar automatically as if it was being pulled.
Oh shit!
It also has the function of teleportation!
Wang Yan's face was full of disbelief.
With this function, transporting supplies there would eliminate the need for manpower.
…
After receiving Wang Yan's letter, Tan Junyan was so excited that she knelt in front of the porcelain tank when she saw that he asked her to dig a water reservoir.
"Thank you, husband, for your care for us. Tan Junyan will personally build a temple for you."
The word "husband" did not exist in her time, and she did not think there was anything wrong with calling him that.
He bowed deeply three times to the porcelain jar, stood up, and called over key leaders such as Han Chonglie and Ziyang.
Let them arrange people to dig a reservoir immediately.
The generals were excited and shocked after reading Wang Yan's letter.
The words written by the gods are even neater than those carved.
And the paper is so delicate and white that it cannot be produced with current technology.
When the soldiers learned that the gods were going to release the water, they were so excited that tears filled their eyes.
There is a way to survive only with water. Otherwise, the wounded soldiers’ wounds cannot be cleaned and they can only wait for infection and death.
…
Wang Yan was also busy, using his mobile phone to do a lot of online shopping.
An order was placed for one million solid-wheat steamed buns, each costing 80 cents.
The online shop owner was confused and busy making phone calls.
"Sir, are you sure you want one million steamed buns?"
Wang Yan smiled slightly: "Of course I am sure, how long will it take for it to be delivered to me?"
"This..." The online shop owner thought for a moment,
"It will take about five or six days, and they will be delivered within five or six days."
If you want to complete this order, you can only go to other shops.
It can't be completed in less than five days.
"Okay, that's settled then."
Wang Yan ended the call and continued to place the order.
Ten thousand boxes of noodles, one thousand barrels of cooking oil, two thousand boxes of salt, and three thousand boxes of pickled mustard greens.
Two thousand kilograms of bacon and seven thousand buns.
The bosses won’t accept any more orders, and we won’t be able to get more ingredients in a short time.
As a last resort, I drove away from the villa and went to the local rice shop, where I ordered 8,000 bags of rice, each weighing 50 kilograms.
There are ones that cost 3.8 yuan per catty, 4.3 yuan per catty, and some that cost more than five yuan or six yuan per catty.
A total of 400,000 kilograms cost more than two million yuan.
This amount of rice alone was enough for the ancients to use for two days.
According to the ancient people's way of saving food, it is estimated that it can last for more days.
And there are 50 kilograms of flour, one thousand bags.
After that, I went to several vegetable markets and bought almost all the chicken, fish, eggs, meat, rice, flour, grain and oil I could see.
And some tarps.
The reservoir can be used.
But without the tarp, water would quickly seep into the ground.
All in all, it cost more than eight million.
The delivery address is uniformly the warehouse in the backyard of the villa.
The vendors had never seen such a generous buyer and their mouths were twisted with joy.
He buys a lot of things and doesn't bargain. He is simply a god of wealth.
They handed over their business cards and said that if they needed anything again, they could just call and the goods would be delivered to their door.
Afterwards, two professionals were invited to inspect the well.
The two said that it had not been used for a long time and the water pump and circuit were too old to work.
I want it repaired quickly. As long as the money is in place, I will replace them with new ones and they will definitely be usable tomorrow morning.
So, another 20,000 yuan was spent.
…
Late at night, Wang Yan looked at the mountain of supplies in the warehouse and was secretly shocked.
Eight million worth of supplies were only enough to feed more than 200,000 ancient people for a few days. This was too much money.
Even if there is 800 million, it seems that it cannot withstand such a tossing and turning, and it will be squandered sooner or later.
I have to tell Miss Tan to focus on supporting the troops and supplement it with supporting the people.
We can’t send all the supplies at once, let’s send half of them first!
…
"Coach, the reservoir has been dug."
Tan Junyan hadn't slept at all until late at night when Zi Yang and a few others came to report the situation.
"Coach, coach..."
Before Tan Junyan could respond, a soldier ran in in a panic.
"Many unruly people are causing trouble, shouting for the granaries to be opened and releasing grain, and are even trying to break into the general's mansion."
"hateful."
Ziyang's face was filled with anger.
"If there was extra food, why would the soldiers be so starving that they had to scavenge for grass roots and tree bark?"
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