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

Chapter 19 The rain keeps falling
  Although everyone didn't sleep well in the middle of the night, they still woke up early in the morning.

I can see and listen much more clearly during the day than at night. I have a dog brother with long legs, erect ears, shiny hair, and a straight waist and abdomen.

When Qin Jia painted it, he painted it completely, so it was clear that it was a male dog.

"Woof woof." Seeing his master wake up, Ye Ting shook his head and tail excitedly.

"Hey, dear, it's still raining outside. If you go to the bathroom outside, you won't get wet, right?"

Hey, the pen can't speak. Although the general information was conveyed to her mind, it was not all detailed.

So she really didn't know whether the dog in this painting needed to eat and go to the toilet, and whether it could touch water or fire.

Logically speaking, it should be possible.

Because the introduction on Ruyi Bi is that all the materialized portraits are real things.

Unless it is completely burned by cremation, it will turn into a pile of ashes.

She didn't know why, but it suddenly occurred to her that dogs could become real, so... what if you drew people? Even, the god of painting...

"Sister, are you awake?"

Outside, Qin Lie and Qin Hao came and knocked on the door.

Everyone in the women's room woke up and went to the kitchen to help, or they were in the main room.

Only Qin Jia didn't wake up because he slept late and slept alone in the house.

"Wake up, please come in, brother."

Qin Lie opened the door, and Haohao took the lead in running towards Ye Ting, "Ah, what a beautiful big dog!"

He stretched out his hands, hugged Ye Ting, and kept stroking its fur.

"It's really good-looking and really strong. It's a pity that we are on the road and can't buy any bones for you to eat." Qin Lie also touched Ye Ting lovingly.

Seeing that the brothers' attention was on the dog, Qin Jia smiled, picked up the oil-paper umbrella in front of the door and prepared to cross to the main room.

She stood up, and Ye Ting also stood up, following closely behind her.

Afraid of getting really wet, she moved the umbrella a little further and divided it in half.

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  Everyone in the hall is worried about the rain.

"It seems I can't leave today."

Father Wen looked at the sky and felt it was very strange, "I heard that it is dry all year round here, but it rains so heavily suddenly. This year's climate is even more strange."

"It doesn't matter if it rains, but if it really doesn't rain ten times a year, I'm afraid people will die from drought."

"After all, Rimuzhou is close to the east. There are still mountains and vegetation, but for the yellow sand land, I'm afraid it won't be a good thing."

Qin Huaiyi and Wen's father and son were discussing one sentence at a time.

Although both he and Wen Chenru had read a lot of books, it was their first time traveling far, so many things were not very clear to them.

Wenfu, on the other hand, was an expert at farming after all, and he probably needed to know more about climate and geology.

Breakfast is still the same multi-grain pancakes that have not changed for thousands of years, broken into pieces and cooked into soup.

No one dislikes it, and everyone is trying to eat enough.

Even Qin Jia, who has a plug-in, has never thought of wasting her ability to draw delicious food. It may be that the current conditions do not allow her to have luxury.

When it rains, everyone has nowhere to go, so they can only stay in this room and work.

After Wen's father had eaten, he began to rub the straw with hay, Qin Huaiyi was reading a map, and Wen Chenru was reading a miscellaneous book.

Zhao Dong was boxing in the house, while Qin Lie was making gestures in a decent manner next to him.

As for Qin Hao, he was already attached to Ye Ting.

Several little girls followed Fang Yuerong and Wen's mother to collect shoe soles and make clothes.

Qin Jia took the paintbrush and saw the two people practicing boxing, and suddenly he was inspired.

It's ancient times, so having internal strength and lightness skills should be somewhat normal, right?

Thinking back to the martial arts TV series I once watched.

She started drawing a grid book, and then wrote in the long box in the middle: [Yang Family Marksmanship]. When she was watching TV in the past, she admired the martial arts masters who used red-tasseled spears. They looked so cool and cool.

After finishing the painting, Qin Jia nodded with satisfaction.

Although the cover is very simple, those four words are all about emotion and no technique.

I had drawn a lot of paintings along the way, and the liquid in the Ruyi Brush was already full, but last night I spent one-fifth of the liquid on Ju Xian Ye Ting.

So now the green energy is still abundant.

Afraid of being seen, she took the drawing paper and pen and hid in the side room where the men rested last night. She blocked the door and poured the liquid.

!!!

The drawing paper glowed brightly for a moment, and she actually felt that the blood in her body was being drained.

Looking down, I saw that it was not an illusion.

Only one-fifth of the green liquid in the Ruyi pen was left, and her finger had a cut at some point and was being absorbed by the pen body.

! ! ! Damn it, vampire pen!

You won't drain her dry, will you?
  Not bad, not bad. I only took out three tubes of blood, which is about the amount of blood needed to go to the hospital for a physical examination, and then stopped.

And the drawing paper in her hand turned into a secret book.

It’s not called the Yang Family’s Spear, but the Overlord Spear!
  This name sounds extraordinary at first sight, but Qin Jia doesn't feel like opening it now. She feels like she has no strength at all.

Just a strong feeling of tiredness and hunger.

She opened the door and shouted weakly: "Brother."

Although the voice was very low, Qin Lie who was closest to her heard it immediately and ran over quickly. He was shocked to see her turning pale.

"Jiajia, what's wrong with you?" He supported Qin Jia and asked anxiously.

"It's okay, I'm just very hungry and sleepy. Get me something to eat and send me back to my room to rest."

"Come, let me carry you."

Although it was only a few steps away, Qin Lie still knelt down and carried her on his back.

If his sister hadn't turned nine this year, he would have hugged her long ago.

Several people who were doing needlework in the house saw Qin Lie carrying Qin Jia into the house. They quickly stepped forward and asked nervously: "What's wrong? Is Jia Jia feeling uncomfortable?"

"Mom, look at my sister. I'll go to the kitchen to see if there's anything to eat. My sister says she's hungry."

Fang Yuerong sharply noticed a book that Qin Jia had been holding in her hand, and guessed that Jiajia might have used her ability again.

The family just didn't want her to use it too much, for fear that such a magical ability would come at a price.

Were they really guessed?

Looking at Qin Jia, who was pale and trying to resist sleepiness, Fang Yuerong's eyes turned red with distress.

Qin Lie quickly brought a bowl of sugar water, "Sister, drink a bowl of sugar water first. Siqi and Zhishu are making pancake soup. It will be ready soon."

"Ah."

After drinking sugar water, Qin Jia did feel a little better, and her hunger was relieved a lot, but she still felt very sleepy.

She felt that with her current level, she probably wouldn't be able to realize something of the same level as martial arts secrets.

That's why it's weak.

Ruyibi did warn that you should not produce items that are too much within your capabilities.

But no one has said how to define this level.

You really only understand after trying everything, just like Shen Nong tasting a hundred herbs.

Fortunately, the martial arts secrets should still be within her tolerance for the time being.

Three small tubes of blood, hunger and tiredness, and it will be fine gradually, without damaging the roots.

(End of this chapter)