I Became a Sugar Mama to an Ancient General during a Famine! - Chapter 1 Part 1

Since the death of her parents, Ye Mumu has been living in a daze, too distracted to notice that strange things had begun to appear in her house.

For example:

Sometimes it was yellow paper, with traditional Chinese characters describing events of war, drought, and famine.

Other times, it was a fragment of an old porcelain bowl.

Once, a bloody broken blade suddenly appeared in the house.

It was then that she finally realized something was amiss and even thought the house might be haunted!

Today, in broad daylight, an ancient blood-stained undergarment materialized in her home, yellowed and stained with sweat.

When her hand touched it~

Ah~!

The garment was warm!

The blood was also warm!

Ye Mumu screamed in fright.

After a long while, when nothing else appeared out of thin air, she finally calmed down.

Carefully picking up the undergarment, she confirmed it was an ancient male garment. Its owner must have been over 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders.

The undergarment had appeared hanging from the mouth of a large vase in the corner of the living room.

The meter-tall vase was a family heirloom passed down from her great-grandfather to her grandfather, and then to her father.

Ye Mumu moved the large vase to the center of the living room.

The vase wasn’t decorated with peonies symbolizing wealth, or with peacocks flaunting their tails.

Its shape was simple, with a dull gray exterior, unglazed, clearly ancient, with small chips around the mouth.

The vase’s style clashed with the lavish decor of this five-story villa.

Years ago, her father wanted to build a shrine for it, but her mother rejected the idea as inconsistent with their style.

Her father placed it in a corner of the first-floor living room, dusting it daily, saying it represented her grandfather’s esteem and trust in him.

The inside of the vase was very clean, free of dust.

Could it be that her family’s ancestral vase had come to life?

Specifically to bring garbage into the house?

She warned the vase that if it continued to bring in trash, she’d confine it to the basement!

As if deliberately defying her, the next second, a blood-stained linen bandage appeared at the vase’s mouth.

Yes, a yellowed linen bandage!

Its crude stitching was the type rarely seen in the country nowadays.

Frowning, she picked up the linen bandage and tossed it onto the undergarment.

If it weren’t for her father’s love for the vase, the basement storage would have been its final destination.

Ye Mumu paced around the living room, realizing this couldn’t continue.

Who knows what the vase might bring in next – a bloody arm or leg perhaps.

It might scare her to death.

Her father treasured the ancestral vase and never used it for flowers.

Isn’t a vase’s purpose to hold flowers?

She went to the kitchen and brought back a basin of water, pouring it into the vase.

The vase was so large that one basin only filled about a tenth of it.

She continued, basin after basin, until she had poured ten full basins.

Logically, the vase should have been full.

But it was only half full!

It seemed as if the vase had a leak, no matter how much water she poured in, it wouldn’t fill up.

Ye Mumu checked the base and edges of the vase, but there was no leak, and the living room carpet was dry.

Unconvinced, she fetched another ten basins of water, until her arms were sore from carrying them.

Yet, the vase still remained half full.

She got angry!

Grabbing a garden hose from the toolshed, she attached it to the kitchen faucet and aimed it into the vase.

Whoosh~

A thick stream of water gushed into the vase.

She wanted to see if this ancestral vase could contain rivers or lakes.

How could it hold so much?

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In a small, dusty room, a young general sat at the head of a table. His face was as if carved by a knife, exquisitely detailed with a few strands of hair falling across his forehead. His features were handsome and well-defined, though his beautiful face was pale and sickly!

A military doctor was bandaging his wound…

The army had been out of medicine for a long time, and there was no alcohol to sterilize the wounds. The general’s injuries had already become infected and were festering.

The doctor sighed, using a half-worn linen bandage to wrap the general’s arm wound.