After being exiled, Lucky Zaizai took his whole family to farm.

Chapter 16 Painting on the Road
  When everything was ready, the two donkeys and a carriage set off slowly.

Qin Huaiyi looked at the map while driving, while Qin Jia practiced his painting skills on the small table in the carriage.

She glanced at Fang Yuerong from time to time, then lowered her head and started drawing with charcoal.

Fang Yuerong looked a little funny, "Is Jiajia painting a girl?"

"Ah."

"Then I'll make my mother look better."

Hearing this, Qin Jia pursed her lips and smiled. Seeing her smile, Fang Yuerong was also happy.

Although Jiajia has recovered that memory, she is no longer lively and cheerful, but it is still better than when she first returned home. Now she is just a little more restrained.

Siqi and Zhishu were making clothes. In the town, they bought some pieces of cloth. After all, one set of clothes was not enough for a change of clothes.

Qin Lin is teaching Qin Hao how to read. As for Qin Lie, he is already thirteen and is not suitable to be with a group of girls.

So I sat in front and learned to ride with Qin Huaiyi.

At noon, they would stop by the roadside to let the horses and donkeys eat some hay and drink some water before leaving.

"Third sister, are you tired from riding in the car?" Qin Hao rubbed his waist with a bitter look on his face.

How could he not be tired? Although Qin Jia firmly asked Qin Huaiyi to buy a quilt to cushion his butt, he was still very tired.

"Come on, dance with me, you won't be tired after moving around."

After saying that, Qin Jia jumped up first.

If a modern person is around, they can tell that this is just doing radio gymnastics!

"One two, three four, two two, three four..."

Qin Lin next to her saw this and jumped with her sister and brother.

Don't tell me, stretching your body like this does seem to make you feel a lot more comfortable!

Slowly, the eldest daughter Wen Lixiu and the youngest daughter Wen Lizhu of the Wen family also came, as well as Zhao Qian.

"Linlin, are you still hurt from your injuries today?" Wen Lizhu asked with concern while jumping.

"Much better, how about you?"

"I'm much better too. The medicine Uncle Qin bought is very useful."

"That's good."

"Come over and have something to eat!" Mother Wen shouted.

They had to stop and rest anyway, so Wen Mu, Fang Yuerong, Siqi and Zhishu simply took out the stove and burned some food.

A large pot of egg soup with a lot of dried biscuits torn into pieces and boiled together.

Everyone got a big bowl of fragrant egg soup and soft boiled pancakes, which were much more delicious than dry food.

The remaining firewood was not wasted, Fang Yuerong was boiling water.

When conditions permit, they try to drink boiled water; when conditions do not, they can only drink cold water.

After a group of people finished eating in a lively manner, they started to continue on their way.

***
  On the carriage, Qin Hao already felt a little hopeless. His butt felt like there was a needle poking it and he couldn't sit up straight.

"Brother Hao, how about the second sister hold you?"

Qin Hao shook his head, "No, Second Sister, please take a nap."

Most of the food of the three families was placed on Zhao Dong's donkey cart, just because they had the fewest people.

However, there are still some necessities placed in the mezzanine of the car just in case, so the interior of the car is really not spacious.

"Mom, go sit outside for a while while you take a nap."

"Madam, let me go!" Si Qi quickly stood up and said.

Seeing this, Zhishu stood up halfway and could only sit back down.

"No, we'll talk about it later. I'll go out and talk to your Uncle Qin."

The two little girls were still injured, so Fang Yuerong refused them because it was not because they couldn't sit down.

She just went out to let them relax and then came back. Qin Jia smiled and handed the painted portrait to her and said, "Mom, what do you think of my painting?"

On the painting, I saw a beautiful woman in green clothes, looking sideways out of the carriage window, her delicate jade fingers gently lifting the curtain.

Even if you can't see the front, you can still feel the love radiating from the person in the painting.

It cannot be said to be similar to Fang Yuerong, it can only be said to be exactly the same.

Qin Lin was the first to praise: "My little sister's painting is really good. It is much more realistic than the portrait sold by An Caizi."

There used to be Mr. An in the town, a well-known talent in their area, who would occasionally paint portraits of people in the busy city.

She was taken to see it by the little sisters, and many people wanted to get to know the talented man through the portrait.

Although she didn't have a portrait, she had seen the portraits of the little sisters.

They look good, but there is a feeling that they look very similar at first glance, but they don’t look the same upon closer inspection.

It is said that it is difficult to draw bones when painting skin. My sister’s painting shows the bones.

Not only can you tell who is painting at a glance, but the character of the person in the painting is also painted, as if he is alive.

"Oh my god, the third lady painted so well."

"Yeah, I've never seen such good painting skills before!"

"Lifelike." Fang Yuerong also implicitly praised it.

Qin Hao said, "Third sister, draw a picture for Haohao, Haohao wants it too."

"Okay, I'll start tomorrow and paint a big picture of all of us."

While listening to the praise, Qin Jia suddenly felt that the pen in his head was getting hot.

Fearing that her golden finger in ancient times was broken, she quickly entered the sea of ​​consciousness to check.

As a result, it was discovered that the green liquid, which was originally only one third left, had actually increased by a small amount.

Qin Jia was shocked! ! !

Could it be that the key to gaining those magical things is to draw more? Or do you want your paintings to be praised by others?

After all, everyone just praised her with different words.

You have to pay more attention next time.

***
  The carriage swayed along and did not stop until the sun went down.

The female relatives were busy preparing dinner, while Zhao Dong, Qin Lie, and Wenfu went to feed the horses and donkeys respectively.

They are now in the yellow sand area and have to walk for at least three days before leaving this area, so there is no firewood or other things nearby to pick up, so they can only use what they prepared in advance.

It was too dangerous to sleep outdoors at night without a fire, so they were prepared.

Since the fire is going to be lit, it can't be done in vain. It's time to cook some hot food.

Wen Chenru was holding a map and discussing with Qin Huaiyi, "In about two days' walk, we will arrive at Xiaomanzhai.

There is a mark on us. If possible, it is best not to stay overnight to avoid accidents. "

Qin Huaiyi: "Well, then we will rush directly to Rimuzhou without stopping. When we enter that area, we will replenish some dry food and water."

"The Rimu Island near us is too barren. Let's do what the third lady said and go east. There are forests and mountains. We won't starve to death no matter what."

"I wonder why Chen Ru is on the road to exile? If it's not convenient to tell him, it's okay not to tell him."

Wen Chenru suddenly clenched his fingers, "It's not a shameful thing, it's just that the county magistrate has taken a liking to my eldest sister and wants to take the 46th concubine.

Naturally, my family refused to comply. We were charged with murdering the village chief and sentenced to exile in Rimuzhou. "

Just because the village chief was bribed to plot against him, naturally he couldn't really die.

Otherwise, if a person dies, what awaits him is not exile.

Even if their family was exiled, the county magistrate planned to secretly detain Wen Lixiu. Unfortunately, the escorting officials happened to pass by and took away the prisoners from their county government.

The incident happened suddenly, and the county magistrate did not dare to take action again, so he could only regret that he missed it.

(End of this chapter)