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She rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, don't worry. I'm planning to donate these to people in poor areas. Many people there can't even get enough to eat. A few friends and I bought these together and plan to distribute them."

Oh?

The person in charge finally understood and laughed awkwardly, "I see...Okay, then we'll immediately prepare the supplies and go back with you, okay?"

Su Yuan nodded.

Money makes things easier. In less than an hour, everything was packed.

Several large trucks loaded with goods followed Su Yuan back to the courtyard.

The delivery worker took out the delivery order and asked Su Yuan to sign it, then asked, "Miss, do you need to move these things into the house?"

Su Yuan said vaguely: "Just put it over there by the pool."

The pool had already been cleaned. The workers looked at the empty pool and then began to move goods into it.

It was not until the night was as dark as ink that all the goods in the car were unloaded.

The movers always felt that the amount seemed a little small, but in broad daylight, could it be that a ghost had really taken it away? Perhaps it was because they were piled together that they looked less?

So he didn't think much about it and drove away with his men.

Su Yuan also closed the door.

But she didn't realize that two pairs of eyes were staring at her from outside, their eyes full of resentment and confusion.

……

After returning to their residence, Su Yuan was afraid that they did not know simplified Chinese, so she looked up the dictionary and wrote a letter in Da Wei script, telling them to let her know if they needed anything.

After writing, she threw the letter into the sink and went upstairs to her room to rest.

On the other side, Xiao Yanheng dealt with the sacrificial items and returned to the palace with his men, leaving only the guards behind and instructing them to pay close attention to any movements there.

He was quite worried. Would the gods really send down food in response to his prayers?

What's more, how much food is needed to feed the entire city, and how should the gods provide it?

Xiao Yanheng couldn't sleep all night, tossing and turning. Late at night, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.

The eunuch in charge staggered in, his face full of joy.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! God is clearly working!!"

Xiao Yanheng turned over and sat up: "What happened?"

"Countless boxes appeared by the moat, containing rice, noodles, and fish!"

The eunuch's voice trembled with excitement. "The guards took a rough inventory and said this will feed the city's residents for at least half a month! Not only that, the gods have even sent you a reply!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yanheng didn't bother to tidy up his clothes. He grabbed the dragon robe, put it on while walking, and ran out!

Riding his horse to the edge of the moat, Xiao Yanheng was so excited looking at the mountains of supplies that his heart almost jumped out of his chest!

As long as we have enough food, he can hold on!

Once the reinforcements from Nanjing arrive, he will be able to take back his kingdom!

He quickly glanced at the food, suppressed his excitement and said, "Show me the immortal's reply."

When the soldiers guarding the city heard this, they hurriedly presented a piece of white paper with both hands, but with a subtle expression on their faces.

Xiao Yanheng glanced at him, took the letter and unfolded it, his eyebrows raised involuntarily.

This divine handwriting... is really hard to describe, it's crooked like a worm crawling, and there are several typos.

Perhaps, the gods don’t understand the characters of our Xia country, so they wrote in such a weird way?

He carefully examined every stroke on the paper, and his excitement grew stronger and stronger.

The fairy actually said she was willing to lend a helping hand, and told me that if I needed anything in the future, I could just write to her!

Xiao Yanheng looked at the mighty river and felt relieved. He walked to the river bank, took off the Emperor's Sword from his waist, and solemnly put it into the water. Then he asked someone to bring paper and pen, and started writing quickly.

"Dear Immortal, Yan Heng is filled with gratitude and has presented you with the most precious treasure of the Wei Dynasty. If I can regain control of the country in the future, I will surely create a golden statue for you and worship it forever..."

After finishing the long letter, he said aloud, "Inventory the supplies, bring them into the city, and distribute them to the soldiers and civilians!"

The soldiers followed their orders.

Boxes of supplies were transported into the city. The soldiers opened the boxes and touched the transparent and smooth shell of the instant noodles, marveling at them.

"What is this? It's so thin, soft, and waterproof!"

"Are those curled-up things inside noodles? They smell so good!"

"Looking at the instructions on the picture, it seems that you need to soak it in boiling water before eating!"

Xiao Yanheng also picked up a box of instant noodles and carefully examined the packaging: "Bring some hot water."

The eunuch beside him quickly did as he was told.

Following the instructions on the package, he instructed the eunuch to open all the seasoning packets and pour them in, then add boiling water.

Soon, a strong spicy aroma wafted into my nose.

As the king of a country, Xiao Yanheng enjoyed a life of luxury in the early days when there was no war, and he had tasted many delicacies from land and sea.

But at this moment, he couldn't help swallowing.

It was so delicious!

He pursed his lips and wanted to take a bite, but the eunuch beside him hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, we have never seen this rare thing before. Why don't you ask a servant to try it? Your health is precious..."

Xiao Yanheng didn't think the gods would harm him, but the eunuch's words made sense, so he appointed a deputy to taste the food.

The deputy general had already been drooling over the food, and after hearing the order, he hurried forward and picked up the bowl.

The bucket of instant noodles was quite large. He first tasted it carefully, then was stunned. Then, like a machine, he stuffed all the noodles into his mouth without even the steam dissipating, leaving not even a sip of soup. However, he said nothing, just stared blankly at the empty bucket.

Someone nearby said, "Erhu, how is it? Is it delicious? What does it taste like?"

It took Erhu a long time to come back to his senses, and his eyes were a little moist.

"Oh my goodness! The food the gods eat is incredible! I've never had noodles this good in my life! It tastes so good, I can't wait to devour the entire bowl!"

Xiao Yanheng pretended to be calm: "Okay, as long as it's edible, give me a bowl too."

……

On this side, Xiao Yanheng was eating with gusto, while on the other side, Su Yuan was sleeping soundly.

However, in the middle of the night, she was awakened by a rustling sound downstairs.

She looked out the window in a half-asleep state and was shocked to find several tall figures trying to sneak in!

A thief?!

Su Yuan's heart skipped a beat. She quickly locked the door and took out her cell phone to call the police.

But as soon as I pressed 110, a cold and majestic voice came from outside.

"Search every room and find that woman for me!"

It was Wu Fan's voice. Su Yuan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he had noticed that she was selling antiques?

With a loud bang, the door was suddenly pushed open as if in protest.

Wu Fan and Zhuang Zhenyan stood together at the door, like two uninvited guests.

Su Yuan's gaze swept across Zhuang Zhenyan, and a hint of resentment disappeared in an instant.

"What are you two doing here?" she asked coldly.

Zhuang Zhenyan sneered, her words full of sarcasm: "So you don't agree to get married because you stole our antiques! Su Yuan, hand over what you stole!"