Gujin Live: You don’t want me, you deserve to cry to death

"I promise you."

The moment Tian Zhenglin finished speaking, another sentence appeared in his mind: Alternative anchor No. 1 gives up the right to choose.

Cheng An said: Please ask the backup anchor No. 2 to choose the delivery location and confirm with the live broadcast assistant.

"I'll go in first." Tian Zhenglin patted Cheng An and turned to leave.

"Brother." Cheng An called out and knelt on one knee.

Tian Zhenglin hurried over to help. "You don't have to do this. I don't know what the supplies are, let alone whether they can be delivered to the place you specified."

"No matter if it's possible or not, this method is not something that ordinary people can have. No matter what, it's still hope." Cheng An stood up after paying his respects. "Brother, can you wait for me?"

Tian Zhenglin didn't leave, but looked at Cheng An.

Cheng An said softly, "I choose the storehouse at the General's Mansion at Yulong Pass."

He didn't know if this would work. As he finished speaking, another sentence appeared in his mind: Should we send an assistant to put it in the warehouse of the General's Mansion at Yulong Pass?

"send."

Great Yanjing City.

Xu Hao widened his eyes again, and new words appeared: The anchor has chosen to place the item in the warehouse of the General’s Mansion at Yulong Pass, please confirm.

Her heart was beating very fast. Could this anchor be related to Cheng Pingshan?

Who on earth is it?

Immediately, a big smile appeared on Xu Hao's face. No matter who it was, he thought the same as she did!

Great! Those people at the border are saved!

The Cheng family army is saved!

Confirm, confirm!

Must confirm!

The big tree outside was startled. Why was Miss Xu laughing so strangely in the middle of the night?

Is this also a quirk of capable people?

The live broadcast assistant has confirmed that the supplies are being delivered.

Seeing this line of words, Cheng An breathed a sigh of relief and became more eager to go back. He hoped that the people at Yulong Pass would not be frightened.

"Is it done?" Tian Zhenglin asked.

Cheng An nodded lightly: "OK."

The two had a lot of problems, but now was not the time to discuss them. They looked at each other and went back side by side.

Tian Zhenglin asked many questions in his mind, but as expected, there was no response.

Yulong Pass.

There was bright light coming from the study in the general's mansion.

Cheng Pingshan frowned and stared at the map on the wall.

"Dad, it's getting late. You should take a rest first." Cheng Yinhua advised his father with a hoarse voice, thin cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

Cheng Pingshan's appearance is similar to Cheng Yinhua's, the only difference is that he has a head full of white hair.

"How long has Shuqi been gone?" Cheng Pingshan asked without answering Cheng Shuhua's question.

"According to the date, we should have arrived in the capital two days ago."

Cheng Pingshan remained silent. He knew the temper of the emperor and the court officials, and was afraid that the trip would be in vain.

"Dad, how about we——"

"Shut up," Cheng Pingshan scolded. "Where are the people left with food? Abandoning Yulong Pass is even worse. If we leave, what will happen to these people? And what about the Sixth Prince—"

For withdrawing troops without reason, the court officials will accuse the Cheng family of a thousand crimes.

"There's still no news about my cousin. I'm afraid he's in great danger." Cheng Yinhua didn't want to say it, but it was the truth.

The traitor has been dealt with, and my cousin was seriously injured. How could he survive in the vast grassland?

Cheng Yinhua hated the imperial court and the royal family, who ignored the people in their fight for power and profit!

Ignore the soldiers!

"Send the memorial to the capital city quickly over eight hundred miles." Cheng Pingshan could not think of any other solution.

"Report to the general, there is something unusual happening in the warehouse!" The voice of the personal guard sounded outside the door.

Cheng Pingshan walked out quickly: "Let's go to the warehouse!"

There was nothing in the warehouse except some broken weapons. What else could be happening?

When Cheng Pingshan brought Cheng Yinhua and his men to the warehouse, the five people guarding the warehouse held torches and stared at the warehouse door.

"What happened to the warehouse?"

Cheng Pingshan's voice brought them back to their senses, but they hadn't spoken yet.

Bang bang bang!

There was a dull sound of something heavy falling to the ground in the warehouse.

"Open the warehouse." Cheng Pingshan ordered in a deep voice.

A soldier knelt down with a thud and said, "General, we can't do that. An immortal is using the warehouse. This will disturb him."

"Open!" Cheng Pingshan ordered again.

Although the people brought by Cheng Pingshan also had doubts, they obeyed orders.

Cheng Yinhua snatched the key from the head guarding the warehouse and opened the door together with the other two.

When the lock was opened, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground disappeared.

The door was wide open, and torches illuminated the scene inside.

Everyone, including Cheng Pingshan, fell silent.

The first to react were the warehouse guards, who knelt down in front of the gate and said, "We have disturbed the immortal. Close it quickly, close it quickly, or we will all die."

Cheng Pingshan licked his dry lips and shouted, "No one is allowed to touch anything. The things in the General's Mansion's warehouse belong to the General's Mansion. I will bear all the responsibility for any crime."

It was a strange thing, but he wanted it.

He walked into the warehouse, and his followers looked at each other and followed him in.

Inside were white bags of various sizes, made of a material they had never seen before.

But this is the aroma of grain.

food!

Cheng Pingshan simply tore open a bag and white rice flowed out.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Rice!

And it’s polished rice!

I opened another bag and found snow-white flour.

"Nnd, this is probably what the emperor eats." A sudden voice sounded.

Everyone looked and saw a guard holding a torch. He swallowed and smiled embarrassedly.

But the hand holding the torch was shaking.

Cheng Pingshan didn't care and took off his clothes again. There was a grass green piece of clothing inside, with buttons on the chest, and it felt very warm.

It will definitely keep you warm when you wear it!

Others also tried to touch it and were almost starving to death. They didn’t care whether the immortal would blame them or not.

Then there were packaged medicines and a white bottle of unknown material, which also contained medicines with instructions on how to use them.

"General, we have about 200 dan (20,000 jin) of grain, more than 5,000 green cotton coats, and medicine needs to be counted separately."

Cheng Yinhua looked at it for a long time and handed Cheng Pingshan a snow-white envelope.

Cheng Pingshan took it, opened it, and pulled out a snow-white paper with words written on it in regular script: Supplies are donated to the general to help him overcome difficulties.

A good signature.

The list follows.

Cheng Pingshan wondered if the god who gave them the food had the word "good" in his name.

His eyes were a little moist as he handed the letter to his men to circulate.

"Is this ours? This is for us!" Cheng Yinhua said loudly, and the burden on her heart was suddenly lifted.

Confirming it was for them, everyone got excited.

Saved.

Even if these are just a drop in the bucket, it is hope!

Soldiers going to the battlefield can have a good meal, wear warm clothes, and have medicine to treat their injuries.

Maybe--

The immortal gave it back!

Cheng Pingshan knelt on one knee, and Cheng Yinhua and everyone followed Cheng Pingshan and knelt down.

"Thank you very much. As long as I, Cheng Pingshan, can survive, I will devote my whole life to the immortal!"

"Thank you, Immortal. We are also willing to offer sacrifices to you!"

Dongjing Lane in Beijing.

Xu Hao's yard was robbed again!