The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

“Thank God for the food.”

"That thing, as thin as silver thread, is even smoother and more flavorful than the silver thread noodles from Jinghualou in the Imperial Capital. It is truly a fine product."

"I wonder if the gods are still willing to save all living beings and help the poor people."

When Song Nian woke up from a drowsy sleep and saw the paper falling from the printer again, he was no longer surprised.

The printer wasn't plugged in, she hadn't requested anything to print, the noodles she'd thrown into the trash had been eaten, and a burst pipe had provided water. She even sent a thank-you note.

Many things proved that her printer was psychic.

The words "I am God" she typed casually made the other party mistakenly believe that she was a god.

It took Song Nian a full hour to come back to his senses.

So, those weren't hackers teasing her.

Is it true that a prince was framed and exiled to a dry land where famine occurred?

"That's dragon beard noodles, also called dried noodles. If you like it, I'll give you more next time."

"Saving all living beings is a big word. Just tell me what you need. How many mouths of food do you need? I'll think of a way."

Song Nian typed a few words on the document, then sat quietly in front of the computer, his eyes fixed on the printer.

On this side, Qi Yu was originally trying to test the waters. He touched the jade token and expressed his true feelings. Unexpectedly, he actually got a response.

The gods are asking him what he needs!

The gods agreed!

"There are still twelve criminals, eight yamen runners, and more than ten refugees in the exile area."

"Last night everyone shared the food given by the gods, and it was all delicious."

"It's just that the water source is too little, not enough to drink. I hope the gods will give us more water and some food."

Song Nian looked at the words on the paper and fell into deep thought for a moment.

She can satisfy her water shortage as there is a constant supply of water from the tap, and it just costs money.

But she could provide food for nearly forty people for a day or two, which would be a considerable expense over the years. There was drought and famine over there, and she couldn't afford to feed so many people.

"I'm turning on the tap now. As for food, I need to discuss it with you."

Song Nian typed a few words, then went to turn on the faucet, and came back to type on the keyboard again, "You can eat, but you have to pay."

The yamen runners saw Qi Yuru from afar, sitting on the loess slope like a big boss, supporting his bent knees with one hand, and occasionally curling his lips in a faint smile.

He was furious.

Everyone was busy this morning, except him who was extremely relaxed.

"What's going on? I made a meal for everyone, but you really think you're a god. Why don't you get up and work?"

He really regretted wanting to get along well with him yesterday.

The yamen runner swung his whip, but it didn't touch Qi Yu's clothes at all, and he held it firmly.

"Brother Yacha, have you forgotten what you promised me last night? If you want food, you have to obey me?"

"Bah! You're a fugitive, and I'm an official. If I obey you, won't it cost me my life? Besides, where's the food?"

He hasn't seen anything, so he's allowed to hide here so freely. It's a waste of his official uniform!

Qi Yu stood up, brushed off the yellow sand on his body, and pointed at the convicts digging a well not far away.

"The yamen runners will know if they go and take a look."

He was a martial arts expert with extraordinary skills, so he could naturally tell whether the words of the gods were true or false by just using his ears.

The yamen runners were no match for him. Their skills were average, and they relied on their official uniforms to intimidate people. They could only run over to investigate. Before they could get close, they heard the convicts digging the well shouting, "There's water! We have water to drink again!"

People nearby rushed over, crowding and shoving each other, as if they had discovered an oasis in the desert, and their sunken eyes widened.

Some people have already reached out to scoop up water to drink.

Some people turned around to get water from their rice bowls.

Although this is the third time water has been dug out, it is now rare and more valuable than gold, so everyone wants to keep some for themselves.

Qi Yu watched from afar, curling his lips unconsciously, and then heard the second sentence from the god.

"Money? But silver?" Qi Yu asked back.

"But I am an exile and have no money."

Qi Yu patted his pocket and said, "Hmm, it's whiter than his face."

Song Nian, who was drinking water, sprayed a mouthful of water all over the screen, "You have no money, what do you want from me?"

Forget it, forget it. She is a god. How can a god bother with humans?

Who would give money to the crown prince when he was exiled?

Besides, she seemed to remember that he was being hunted, so it was even more impossible for him to have money.

"Alright, considering your current special status, I won't force you. I'll find a way to get food for the time being. As for the money, I'll be lenient with you for a few days."

After all, she is still a student, and she has some private funds on her, but she can't support so many people for a lifetime.

"I'm going downstairs to buy some food and will bring it to you later. Please wait."

After typing, Song Nian went downstairs and headed straight for the supermarket.

She couldn't carry much by herself, so she only bought a bag of rice weighing 100 kilograms, a barrel of oil weighing 50 kilograms, a large bag of potatoes and 10 kilograms of cabbage, and asked the shopping guide to help her take them to the elevator.

When she got home, she struggled to throw the oil into the trash can, but found that it wouldn't get through.

Strange, is the oil too big and I need to buy a bigger trash can?

Song Nian fell into deep thought, and suddenly remembered that the mineral water bottle she threw away last night was also in a large barrel.

She scratched the back of her head, feeling extremely irritated.

Until I noticed the ancient ring on the desk out of the corner of my eye.

She suddenly remembered that after sending Song Lai and others away last night, she put on the ancient ring and the printer delivered paper.

Could it be related to the ancient ring?

Song Nian put on the ancient ring with a try-it attitude, and then tried to throw the oil into the trash can again.

Sure enough, the oil disappeared.

Then there's rice, potatoes, cabbage...

No matter how heavy or big the object is, it will disappear as long as you throw it down while wearing the ancient ring.

It turns out that her ancestral ancient ring is the key!

"Send the food over. It should be enough for so many of you to eat for two or three days." She immediately typed on the document.

After a moment, the printer spit out paper.

"Thank you for the gift from God. I will build a temple as soon as possible to express my gratitude to God."

Qi Yu looked at the food that fell beside him excitedly. He didn't understand why the jade token had such magic power, but it did solve the biggest problem at the moment.

He asked Jiang Zhi to notify the yamen runners, and during this period he continued to attract all the refugees and criminals.

It was noon, and everyone was starving. If they hadn't eaten the night before, they wouldn't be so greedy. But after the battle last night, with so much rice and vegetables in front of them, who wouldn't want to fill their stomachs again?

"Rice, every grain of rice is plump."

"Oil, so what's in there is oil, right? Such pure oil?"

"The cabbage and potatoes may not be as delicious as the small piece of meat from last night, but there's so much of them. Everyone... everyone, grab them."

Someone in the corner shouted something, which aroused everyone's greed, and more than ten people rushed over frantically.