The peasant girl in the apocalypse of natural disaster has space

Following Song Jinyue's gaze, Song Haitao also looked at the small tree swaying left and right in the wind.

"Why has it been windy every day these past few days? The business in the store has been bad!"

He couldn't help but muttered that the opening of his own store was too difficult. Today it was ruined by this, and tomorrow it couldn't be opened because of that. After finally solving some problems, new problems appeared immediately.

"What can we do? Do you still want to control the wind?"

Mrs. Song didn't like to see Song Haitao depressed. He was always complaining about this and that even though good days were just around the corner.

"Don't prepare so many dishes, noodles, etc. these days."

Song Jinyue didn't care about this, and would just shut it down if the worst happened. However, considering that Mrs. Song and others might not be able to part with those spiritual rice, they kept going back and forth without bothering.

"It can only be this way!"

Mrs. Song also hoped in her heart that this wind would stop blowing.

But just three days later, the wind became even stronger. A large amount of corn planted in the yard of some villagers fell over overnight.

Although the plant grows very fast, this loss is still unacceptable. Compared with potatoes and sweet potatoes, corn is more durable. If there is enough food, storing corn is a very good choice for long-term planning.

However, this was not serious yet. Three days later, the sky was filled with dust and yellow sand.

Now, no one really wants to go out.

The protective mask can only be used to defend against enemies, and is of little use against such weather disasters. She can only use more energy to pay attention to the movement of the wind at all times.

Affected by the windy weather, the Malatang shop was closed again, and Song Hailong and others also switched their practice from outdoors to indoors.

Yuan Qiu sometimes took the time to set up a barrier to temporarily block the wind and sand for a few people to practice, so the practice of Song Haishan and others was not affected at all.

On the contrary, the villagers dare not even go out because of the strong wind. They can no longer grow anything in the yard. They can only live by eating the food stored at home.

But being trapped in the house every day has great disadvantages. In this disaster world, the evil spirit is very strong. If you hide in the house for a long time without absorbing the sunlight, the yang energy value will decrease even during the day.

The villagers used crystals to measure their yang energy every day, and discovered this alarming fact. After much thought, they decided to arm themselves before going out, but the eyes couldn't be used, and they had to look at the road, which was too troublesome. .

Seeing this, Song Jinyue ordered hundreds of windproof glasses from the space, and exchanged them for two grains of spiritual rice. Although these people belonged to the people of her territory, she couldn't take advantage of them too much.

Besides, being the lord of Laoshizi was not what she wanted. For the rest of her life, she wanted to be content with just protecting her family.

When she got the strategy book and turned to the last page, she never thought about getting the token, even though the strategy book said that getting the token would give her a chance to control the power of resurrection.

But even so, she didn't even think about it.

The so-called doing something in his position has nothing to do with the threat of the mission. Since he has accepted the order, he must be responsible for the people in the territory. Song Jinyue feels that she does not have the qualifications yet. She originally planned to meet a sage one day and inform the matter.

No, things are unpredictable. In that case, she can protect herself, but others, including her grandma, may die.

With windproof glasses, everyone no longer has to worry about the problem of wind-blind eyes. Everyone is armed and goes outside to bask in the sun.

Song Haitao put on his windproof glasses and went out with a look on his face. With the glasses, they could still practice outside, but the space in the room was limited.

"Master, where did you get this?"

He moved closer to Yuan Qiu, and the curiosity in his heart became more and more serious.

"I do it by myself!"

When Yuan Qiu said this, his expression looked extremely enigmatic. These days, he felt embarrassed at first to tell these lies, but now he has gradually gotten used to it.

"admire!"

Song Haitao originally admired Song Jinyue the most, but now that he has seen Yuan Qiu's unfathomable power, he feels that his little niece has been turned into a scum in an instant. "Stop annoying Master all the time and just practice hard!"

Song Haishan was afraid that if Song Haitao didn't know how to do it, he would offend the master if he asked people how to do it.

"got it!"

Song Haitao was indeed curious about how the goggles were made, but seeing his eldest brother's stern eyes, he didn't dare to mention it.

In the strong wind, it was obviously more difficult for them to perform their moves. However, this was also beneficial. The greater the resistance, the more energy they needed to practice, and their progress was faster than in good times.

Master Yuanqiu's work on these magical glasses was spread out somehow.

At noon the next day, people from nearby villages and Long'an County came over.

When they arrived at the Song family, they were all in a state of panic.

"I wonder if Master Yuanqiu is here?"

"What's the matter?"

Facing people other than the Song family, Yuan Qiu's eyes returned to their previous fierceness, which made the people waiting in the yard look panicked.

They thought of the rumors: Venerable Yuanqiu was unstable in mood and anger, and was not a kind person. His direct disciples were even more romantic, causing harm to many women from good families.

Would such an old man, whose appearance alone made people shudder, really pay attention to them?

But thinking about the widely circulated Yang Qi value, who can not feel scared, hiding in the house every day, looking at the blue crystal fragments that were obtained with great effort, the color is the same every day.

If you don't come here, you will definitely die. If you come here, you may have a chance.

"Master, I kneel down to you. I want to ask you if you still have those goggles. As long as you can give them to me, I am willing to pay any price!"

A middle-aged man knelt down with red eyes. His wife, children, and children were all waiting for help. Their dignity was worthless at this moment.

"Of course. If you want to change, just cut down a demon tree for me. Everything will be easier."

Yuan Qiu said secretly following Song Jinyue's instructions.

"what?"

The man who knelt down was so surprised that his mouth opened, "You mean the kind of walking tree?"

It would be better to just let him die.

"No need, just a little bit of demonization is enough!"

Song Jinyue was in a hurry to practice and improve her strength these past few days, and she didn't have much energy to worry about space points. She had forgotten about it at first, but after this, she remembered it again.

It's just that because she handed in tasks frequently before, the tasks have changed, and the points she was given were cut in half, but it was still profitable.

"Really?"

The kneeling man's face finally showed joy. He didn't expect that the conditions for obtaining the goggles were so simple.

The people below who were listening in the light were also very happy.

The wood they use to make fires now is almost all that kind of wood. Just go home and get some.

They did not dare to delay and hurried back. In the wind and sand, their faces were filled with obvious smiles, which was in sharp contrast to the sad faces when they came.