At Fan Wanming's words, Tan Pengtai lightly slapped his back and glared at him. "Do you think Heaven's blessing is something we can summon at will?"
Hearing this, the others sighed in disappointment.
All the water containers were now filled, and every household had received five barrels of water—enough to last a few days.
Walking over to the sand table, Feng Xiyan said, "Now that we have water, I'm planning to attack the Yuezhi Tribe."
The generals stepped up to the sand table as Feng Xiyan rearranged the small flags across the miniature sand map.
He stuck a red flag down and continued, "Last night, our spies reported that the Yuezhi Tribe killed another batch of warhorses."
When his words fell, the others' expressions turned grim.
The Yuezhi Tribe were renowned for their cavalry and treated their warhorses better than people. If they were forced to slaughter them, the situation over there must be not better than them.
After a moment of silence, Feng Xiyan added, "They have killed most of their warhorses, which means they won't retreat until they get what they want."
Looking away from the sand table, he turned to the generals.
"Now that Prime Minister Wen and the Empress Dowager control the imperial court, there is no chance they will send military supplies to us. With no food and limited water, we can only fight a quick battle and force the Yuezhi Tribe back."
When he said that, everyone turned their gaze to the mirror on the long table.
Last night, Feng Xiyan found a piece of red silk, made an altar, and placed the mirror on it, praying to Heaven to bless the Feng Army and the common people.
Staring at the mirror, Ding Zhenshun sighed and muttered, "If only the mirror could produce water continuously... We could grow crops and become self-sufficient. By then, Prime Minister Wen and his party will no longer be able to suppress us."
The atmosphere grew heavier after he said that.
Meanwhile, Bai Hanyun was laughing so hard she almost choked as she watched one of the guests on the variety show fall face-first into a pile of flour.
"Hahaha! That's hilarious!"
She laughed so hard that she accidentally knocked over the plate of meat buns and bumped into her glass.
Thud!
Seeing the soymilk spill across the dining table, Bai Hanyun panicked and hurriedly grabbed the glass.
She sighed, "Fortunately, there was only a little left inside."
After picking up the meat buns, Bai Hanyun placed them next to the antique mirror and went to fetch a tablecloth to clean the mess. A second later, the meat buns vanished.
When Bai Hanyun returned, she quickly wiped up the spill. Then she sat down and reached for the plate, only to find the meat buns had disappeared.
Scratching her head, she looked around in confusion and muttered, "I remember putting the plate of meat buns right here... Where'd it go?"
As she spoke, her eyes drifted to the antique mirror.
Narrowing her eyes, Bai Hanyun said darkly, "Don't tell me... You not only throw garbage into my house, but now you are eating my food too?"
As if the antique mirror understood what she said, its surface glowed for a second.
The moment Bai Hanyun saw this, she was stunned for a second and grew curious. After pondering for a moment, she picked up a scallion pancake and placed it on the antique mirror's surface.
The next second, the scallion pancake disappeared.
Bai Hanyun's eyes widened as she pointed at the antique mirror and exclaimed, "It's really you! You stinky mirror!"
Right after she said that, the antique mirror glowed once more.
Seeing this, Bai Hanyun felt as if it was mocking her and said, "You like to eat, huh? Fine! I want to see how much you can eat!"
Glaring at the antique mirror, she grabbed the remaining scallion pancakes and three bottles of soymilk and tossed them onto the antique mirror.
Unlike her expectation, the moment the bottles and scallion pancakes touched the antique mirror's surface, they vanished.
Seeing this, Bai Hanyun suddenly felt exhausted and slumped into her chair. She waved her hand weakly and said, "Fine, you win. I'm not rich enough to waste food on you."
After saying that, she ignored the antique mirror and continued watching the variety show.
At the same time, Feng Xiyan and the others were speechless as they stared at the white bun in Feng Xiyan's hand.
Two minutes earlier, while they were discussing how to attack the Yuezhi Tribe, the mirror had suddenly spat something out—hitting Feng Xiyan straight in the face.
Just as the generals were about to lose their tempers, Feng Xiyan picked up the object and realized it was a steamed bun.
Feeling the warmth emanating from the steamed bun and smelling the sweet milky aroma, he looked at the white and soft steamed bun. A second later, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Before he could react, Fan Wanming noticed that more steamed buns had fallen on the ground.
"Great General, look! There is more on the floor," he exclaimed excitedly and hurried to pick them up.
Before he could gather them all, Xue Ruhong saw the mirror spit out three bottles of white liquid and shouted, "Watch out!"