Asking God to Save the People
Zhan Chengyin stuffed the lunch box into their arms, "The gods will give this general more food, you accept it."
The ten generals looked at each other, wanting to refuse, but then they thought of their families who were starving to death.
They felt as if their arms were heavy as a thousand pounds!
Wu Sanlang, whose child was about to starve to death, was the first to accept it.
He knelt on one knee and said with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, General. Can I send it back home first? My wife and children are starving to death." Zhan Chengyin nodded. "Send it back quickly!"
Wu Sanlang picked up the lunch box and ran back home first.
The remaining nine soldiers hid the lunch boxes in their arms and sent the food back home.
Zhan Chengyin told them to come back early and drink porridge together.
Don't underestimate a small box of rice and dishes. If they are boiled into porridge, a family can save some food for two days and avoid starvation for a few days.
If leaves and grass are added, they can last longer.
Half an incense stick later, ten soldiers came back, each with a tense face and red eyes.
After sitting down, Uncle Li brought in a pot of porridge.
Half a box of rice was boiled into porridge, and half a box of dishes was added.
The porridge was neither thick nor thin, just right.
Accompanied by the dishes, the fragrance wafted out instantly.
Uncle Li took out eleven small bowls, scooped a bowl for each person, and placed them in front of the soldiers.
Zhan Chengyin saw it and said to him, "Uncle Li, let's eat together! You haven't eaten for a few days."
Uncle Li had eaten the Guanyin soil and had a bloated stomach.
He shed tears and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.
"General, no need. You and the others are generals. We still rely on you to repel the enemy. You should eat more."
Zhan Chengyin scooped the last small bowl of porridge from the bottom of the pot and placed it in front of him.
He held the hot porridge in his hands, wept with joy, and left with red eyes.
Each person was given a small bowl.
Although it was not filling, it was delicious enough, and the porridge made from white rice was still fragrant.
After licking the bowl, the fragrance still lingered between the lips and teeth.
Everyone put down the bowl reluctantly.
Thinking that since the gods knew that they were short of water and food, could they beg and pray to her to give them more water and food.
Eight boxes of food were not enough!
There were also 20,000 officers and soldiers and 80,000 civilians who were in dire straits due to lack of water and food.
When people are forced into a corner, they dare to do anything.
On the way here, General
Chen Kui saw two women crying and exchanging their dead children for food.
There were also elderly people in the family who committed suicide and asked their children and grandchildren to eat themselves, just so that their families could survive.
These human tragedies one after another...
They were not afraid of dying on the battlefield, but they were afraid of seeing the people starving and asking their relatives to eat their flesh and blood.
They all felt as uncomfortable as a knife.
If they could beg the gods for more water and food, there wouldn't be so many human tragedies!
Zhan Chengyin clenched his fists!
He didn't know where the food and water came from. He didn't dare to believe that there were really gods in the world.
If there were, his family who had devoted themselves to the country would not be sentenced to death by the emperor.
His Zhan family army of 200,000 would not be left with only one in ten!
But with no other choice, all the resentment and anger, full of anger, could only seek help from strange powers to solve the current predicament!
He begged the gods to give water and food to save the people of the whole city.
He was willing to build a temple and worship for generations.
Even if he had to give up his military merits and throw himself into the incense burner, he would still implore the gods to save the people of the world!
He unfolded a piece of paper and pen and wrote down a prayer.
"Sacrifice to the gods!" "
In the third year of the first year of the Great Qi Dynasty, Zhan Chengyin, a general of the Zhan family army, was appointed as the first-rank Ningguan Hou and stationed in Zhenguan in the southwest. There had been no rain for many days in the southwest, the sky was dry and the earth was cracked, the river bank dried up, the grass and trees died, there was no one for thousands of miles, and the resentment was overwhelming!
"I beg the gods to give water and food to save the 20,000 officers and soldiers and 80,000 people in Zhenguan. I am truly terrified and I beg the gods to have mercy on the suffering of the villagers. I am willing to build a temple, serve the furnace myself, and offer incense for generations to come! "
After writing, he asked Uncle Li for three incense sticks to light.
He raised the incense and kowtowed to the vase three times, then inserted it into the incense burner.
Then he burned the prayer words.
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Ye Mumu finished her meal and was about to clean up when suddenly, a puff of smoke came out of the vase.
The low-quality smoke made her cough.
She put down her chopsticks and stared at the vase fiercely.
If it dared to bring garbage again, it would be dead!
Suddenly, a ball of black ash floated out from the mouth of the vase.
It fell on the white carpet, leaving a long black trail.
The black ball of ash was still rolling forward.This is my mother's favorite carpet when she was alive. She bought it from the Middle East at a huge cost!
She was really angry.
"What else can you do besides carrying garbage home all day long?"
"My family has treated you like a treasure for generations. Now you treat me like this?"
"Do I owe you?"
Vase carrying garbage! Okay, it does it on the first day of the month, and she does it on the fifteenth!
She covered the unfinished lunch box and threw it into the vase.
Then she went to the kitchen to rummage through the cabinets.
She found a box of expired noodles, a total of fifty bags, each weighing two kilograms, and threw them all into the vase.
This was not enough, she searched for expired food in the kitchen.
A box of instant noodles, more than a dozen bags of pickled mustard, expired seasonings, oil, salt, MSG and dried vegetable bags.
The kitchen has two large freezers and a vertical refrigerator.
In the freezer, there was zombie meat that had been frozen for who knows how long, dumplings, wontons, steamed buns...
She moved the vase to the kitchen.
She opened the instant noodles box and poured all of them in. She stuffed all the pickled
mustard tuber in there.
Seasonings, vegetable packets, zombie meat, dumplings, wontons, steamed buns... She stuffed them all in there . She
emptied one of the two freezers.
In the large upright refrigerator, there were drinks, beer, fruits that had been bought for who knows how long...
She poured them all into the vase. She
didn't move the vase to the living room until there was no more garbage in the kitchen.
She stared at it fiercely. If it vomited garbage again, it would be locked up in the basement!
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The prayer words hadn't been burned for long when the vase began to drop noodles.
Fine noodles, fine noodles made of white flour pressed into uniform sizes.
The noodles were so finely made that even the imperial chefs in the palace couldn't make noodles of the same size.
Then, instant noodles and pickled mustard tuber fell down.
The instant noodles were packaged in such a beautiful way that the soldiers had never seen them before.
There was also pickled mustard tuber, and Chen Wu opened a package on the spot and took a sip.
He almost jumped up with joy, "General, it's salt, there is salt in the vegetable roots!"
"The army has been short of salt for a long time, and we can finally eat salt!"
The frozen hard meat kept falling down.
It also hit Chen Kui's head.
Everyone was excited to see the frozen meat on the table.
"It's meat, General, this is frozen meat."
"Beef, and mutton, and the most is pork! General, praying to the gods really works! Really give us food!"
More than 300 kilograms of meat were smashed down, and things kept falling down.
"What are dumplings and wontons? Why haven't I seen them before? Hey, there are steamed buns and buns!"
"What is in the green glass bottle? Beer... is it wine?"
"Why is there tea? Why is it in a soft bottle? What is this bottle made of? Why have I never seen it before?"
"General, refined salt, white refined salt!"
When they heard that there was salt, everyone put down their things and gathered around.
"This salt is really white, without any impurities?"
"The salt is so fine, each grain is distinct, do the gods in heaven use such holy salt?"
"The gods use glass bottles to store wine, it's really luxurious!"
The ten soldiers kept flipping through the things, many of which were beyond their cognition.
They sorted and classified the things given by the gods.
Fifty bags of fine flour.
Three hundred and twenty kilograms of meat.
Twenty-four glass bottles of beer.
Three kinds of fruit, twelve apples, eight pears, and ten unknown things with long yellow tails!
Three bags of dumplings, five bags of wontons, ten bags of steamed buns, and ten bags of dried vegetables. Twelve
pickled mustard tubers, twenty-four instant noodles.
There was also a small bottle of oil, a few bags of white salt, and ten small bags of MSG...
There were a lot of things, but it was far from enough for the soldiers and people in the city to eat.
For this, Zhan Chengyin wrote a letter of thanks to the gods.
"Thank you, God, for the food. I asked for too much and made it difficult for God."
"I am really sorry to trouble God. From today on, I will burn three sticks of incense every day."
He wrote and threw it into the vase.
After throwing it in, he realized that he forgot to burn it!