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In the last years of the Yan Dynasty, natural disasters struck one after another. The tyrant Zhao Yan went crazy and slaughtered his heroes. The seven war gods who ruled the country were exiled and imprisoned, and the world was starved to death.
Three-and-a-half-year-old Chen Yuyu was left to die in a deserted village by her vicious uncle and aunt. She was so hungry that her eyes turned black.
When he was about to die, a bowl of hot white rice porridge appeared out of thin air from the big broken iron pot in his arms!
Relying on this bowl of "rice porridge from the sky", Xiaonuituanzi saved a man who was so thin that he became a skeleton.
She didn't know that this "beggar" who couldn't even hold chopsticks was the leader of the God of War, Pei Huaixu, the Marquis of Zhenbei, who was powerful in the past and famous among enemy countries.
A bowl of porridge, a father.
The violent pioneer Pei Changfeng, the cold-blooded spy Shen Jiuye, the cold-blooded medical sage Bai Wujiu, the arrogant Major General Gu Ran, the Tiehanda General Zhao Tieniu, the poisonous military counselor Jiang Shixu...
Yuyu walked on short legs and carried a big black bowl. He stumbled all the way and fed seven men with broken backs and lifeless bodies back to the world with mouthfuls of hot porridge.
The fathers were so heartbroken that they just wanted to protect their little girl and live in the deserted mountains for the rest of her life.
But looking at the children starving to death on the roadside, Yuyu hugged her big black pot tightly, with tears in her eyes, and her milky milk sounds were loud and clear——
"Daddy won't object? Then Yuyu will do it himself!"
So, the tyrant Zhao Yan discovered in horror——
The refugees all became rebels, the villages became fortresses, and the deserted villages became granaries!
And the seven trashes he trampled under his feet were being held by a three-and-a-half-year-old baby, leading an army of 100,000 people.
