The general begged the gods for water and succeeded

It was already midnight when Ye Mumu woke up. She was lying on the sofa in her parents' room with a wet spot on her pillow.

She missed them so much that she cried again in her sleep.

At 2:30 in the morning, she went downstairs and the lights in the living room were still on.

But there were several more yellow papers under the vase.

Ah!

The vase is spilling garbage into the house again!

She was furious and walked to the living room on the first floor and picked up the yellow dusty paper.

The font was traditional Chinese, written vertically.It seemed to be written with stone pot ash, and the ink was intermittent and incoherent.

It was just a few words before, but now it is a long and eloquent article with sharp handwriting and cursive writing.

There were four sheets of paper in total, and she didn't know what was written.

I took a photo with my phone and used the software to translate it, and then I could see the prayer words clearly:

In the third year of the first year of the Great Qi Dynasty, the Zhan family army guarded the border fortress, and encountered 300,000 barbarians who surrounded Zhenguan and turned it into a dead city. Of

the 200,000 soldiers, only 20,000 died in the battle.

Zhenguan suffered from severe drought, and the water and grass dried up.

The people had no harvest, and the grass and trees were eaten up.

200,000 people in the city starved to death, and only 80,000 people were left.

The person who wrote the prayer called her a god.

He asked her to give him water and food, and the first-rank Ningguan Hou was willing to sacrifice his life.

The people of the whole city would build a temple for her and worship her for generations.

The remaining two pieces of paper had two stories written on them.

A cruel father who took his own son in exchange.

There was another story, in which a grandmother fed her granddaughter with blood, and saved grass roots for a few days to give to Ningguan Hou, just to ask her granddaughter not to become someone else's food.

Miserable!

Horrible to watch!

So, these garbage... The letters came from the third year of the first year of the Great Qi Dynasty?

But there is no such dynasty in domestic history books.

The heirloom vase in her family turned out to be ancient garbage!

In order to verify the accuracy of the news, Ye Mumu ran to her father's study upstairs. She

took two stacks of 4A paper, two bottles of ink, two pens, four brushes... and carried them downstairs.

She first typed out the reply on her mobile phone, and then translated it into traditional Chinese characters. She wrote in traditional Chinese characters with a fountain pen.

Her father asked her to practice calligraphy since she was a child. She practiced the Thin Gold style for ten years, and her handwriting is not ugly.

"Hello, I'm not a god. My name is Ye Mumu, and I'm an ordinary girl."

"The bloody bandages and bloody knife tips that appeared in my house are all yours? Please don't throw garbage into my house anymore. It's difficult to clean up."

Ye Mumu thought for a while and continued to write: "You said that Zhenguan lacks water and food. What is the most lacking now?"

It is a bit difficult for one person to feed 100,000 people.

But I can still help within my ability.

After writing, it was still a bit incredible that the vase in her house could connect the two worlds.

She half-believed and half-doubtedly threw ink, 4A paper, fountain pen, and brush into the vase.

Finally, she threw the reply letter.

She watched in amazement as the objects in the vase disappeared.

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Dong, there was a muffled sound.

Zhan Chengyin suddenly got up from the bed. He waited for a long time.

At night, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He thought that he was too greedy and made the gods unhappy.

Now, the gods finally sent a message.

He put on his clothes and lit a candle.

He saw two thick stacks of paper on the table.

He pulled out a piece of paper. The paper was neatly cut and as white as new, so white that it shone at night.

Two bottles of black glass short bottles, marked with ink.

It is the ink used by the gods.

Roll down the brush, and the slender fountain pen.

Finally, he saw the reply from the god.

Seeing the words on it, they were vigorous and powerful, and the pen tip was like a sword.

He read the letter carefully, his expression was excited, and his fingers trembled!

The god saw his begging!

Her name was Ye Mumu, and she denied being a god, and said that there was no god in the world.

No.

She is a god!

She is his god!

There was a severe drought in the world, and the people were living in dire straits. It was not only the Great Qi Kingdom, but also the surrounding countries. The temperature was rising, and countless people were killed and injured.

Only his god would listen to prayers, give water and food, and save the people from the water and fire!

His eyes fell on the last two sentences.

God asked him what he lacked the most?

It means that God is willing to help him and is willing to rescue the 100,000 soldiers and civilians in Zhenguan!

Suddenly, the general who killed countless enemies in the front line could no longer hold back his tears, and they fell on the letter.

He cried with joy.

The 100,000 people in Zhenguan are saved!

God promised to save them!