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

Chapter 62 Whimsical?

When Zhao Dong and Wen Chenru arrived, Qin Jia had already picked up her pen.

Just when she was making her choice, she suddenly wanted the best of both worlds.

Normal things, of course, have no ability to protect her, unless she can draw an army and a batch of hot weapons!

Originally she just wanted to draw a dormitory building or some shelter.

but! She wanted to try the best of both worlds, such as something abnormal...

Once in Blue Star, she played a very fun game, the one that was often advertised, for farming and raising pigs!
  That game is called: Moor City.

After each player registers, he will get a city and become the city lord of this city.

Then he started to run his own city. When it was time to expand, he would send soldiers out to capture other people's small cities.

After the city is in your hands, you have a chance to name it.

When I first played, ahem, she was relatively middle-class, so she was named Rose City.

Her best friend's city next door is called Rose City, as well as Peony City, Hibiscus City, etc...

The name is not important, the most important thing is that the thing can actually be realized!
  That's right, Qin Jia wants to draw the city in this game, and then draw the mobile phone as the city lord's order to control the whole city.

The idea was a bit outrageous, but she tried her best. If she failed, she had a picture of a refuge fortress in her hand.

If you fail, just save the lives of your own family members, and others can only hope for their own good.

As for why you gave up the architecture of modern school dormitories and instead painted this kind of thing that exists in your imagination?
  Because this game has a set of rules for city lord management.

The residents in this city can see his loyalty to the city.

And regulations can also be formulated. Once a resident violates the rules, the city owner can punish the other party and has the right to forcibly evict him.

There are many benefits.

Of course, Qin Jia didn't have much confidence in whether he could draw it. After all, this idea might be a bit fanciful.

As the images in her memory emerged, she painted quietly, stroke by stroke.

Even Zhao Dong and Wen Chenru didn't notice when they arrived.

***
  Seeing that she was immersed in painting, Zhao Dong just took a sneak peek and followed Qin Huaiyi.

Afraid of disturbing Qin Jia, they went to the cleaned room to talk.

"The wind is so strong, why are you here?"

Wen Chenru saluted him and said, "My nephew wants to ask, uncle, do you and your family have any plans?
  If this hurricane continues to blow or intensifies, our wooden house may not be saved. "

According to literature, hurricanes in coastal areas may blow for seven days.

The wind volume was weak at the beginning and end, but the two days in between were the strongest, and what they were experiencing now was just the appetizer.

I don’t know if God really doesn’t want them alive, so he keeps bringing disasters.

However, Wen Chenru never regretted it. If stability had to be exchanged for his eldest sister, he would rather the whole family be displaced.

Qin Huaiyi sighed, "I don't know what to do. In the face of natural disasters, we are just ordinary people, so what can we do..."

The two of them also knew that they came here just to ask, without any hope.

Zhao Dong smiled and said: "Although there are many difficulties, my nephew feels that it is too early to give up.

At worst, if the wooden house collapses, we will have to walk on two legs wearing raincoats and find a shelter from the wind.

It’s better than sitting around and waiting to die. It’s not easy for our three families to survive to this day. "

It should be said that none of the prisoners who can survive in Rimuzhou have it easy.

Qin Huaiyi also smiled, "Young people are still hardworking, and my uncle thinks so too.

You must suffer, and you will have to live as long as you can. It’s a pity that we haven’t eaten many of our sweet potatoes, and I’m afraid we won’t be able to take them with us. "    "Then let's go back and let the family pack their luggage. "Wen Chenru also felt that he could not sit still and wait for death.

The cave is off limits, but maybe they can find a natural shelter from the wind.

"Then go back..."

Huhu——

bang bang bang! ! !
  Suddenly there was a series of collisions outside, and it could even be clearly felt that something hit the roof of their house.

Because the sound of collapse is so close!

The three of them live in a remote area, and there are only two other families close to the Qin family!
  The three of them ran out quickly.

The door was open, and Qin Lie had already put on his raincoat and headed to Wen's house.

"The Wen family is down. Go over quickly to see if anyone is okay and pick them up!" Fang Yuerong said urgently.

Wen Chenru was stunned when he heard that it was his own home. He didn't even wear a raincoat and ran back in the rain.

The Wen family's wooden house was blown down, and the thatched roof directly hit the Qin family's kitchen, which also collapsed.

It was pitch dark outside, and Fang Yuerong was still a little frightened.

Fortunately...the kitchen was smashed. If this was the main room...

Qin Jia's expression darkened when he saw this scene, and he wrote again, a little more determined than before.

If that didn't work, she would immediately leave with her family and find a remote place to put the fort.

As for energy, she is now familiar with Ruyi Brush.

The body of the pen has a hidden buckle, which can retain part of the liquid for emergency use. Even if the energy is insufficient when cashing out, that part will not be extracted.

Of course, she also knew how to control the Ruyi Brush not to draw her blood, or to draw less blood from her.

Maybe it's because I've painted a lot, but I always feel like this pen has become a little stronger.

The introduction to the pen in my mind is not only a bit more, but also a bit clearer.

***
  Soon, everyone in the Wen family was picked up wet.

In their hands, they were still holding some things that they were reluctant to throw away.

Except for Wen's father who was hit on the shoulder, everyone else was fine.

Fang Yuerong called Qin Lie, "Lie'er, go to the wooden house behind and call Siqi and Zhishu over. Let's all stay together."

"it is good!"

After instructing her son, she and Qin Lin quickly brought dry handkerchiefs to wipe the wet hair of several people, and found dry clothes for them to change into.

When cotton-padded clothes get soaked, they are not only heavy but also difficult to dry, so they can no longer be worn.

Although the kitchen collapsed, they still had a small stove and briquettes. They didn't care about hiding it, so the mother and daughter boiled some hot water and ginger soup for everyone.

Seeing such useful and rare coals and small stoves, the Wen family was really curious but didn't ask any more questions.

As for Zhao Dong, he has already gone home.

When Qin Lie brought Zhishu and the two back, Qin Jia's painting was finally ready.

She put down the pen, and the people who were just curious came over to take a look.

After all, everyone in the room was speculating and uneasy, staring at the wooden house from time to time, for fear that it would collapse.

Only Qin Jia was painting steadily and immersed in it.

Although she felt it was inappropriate, everyone present admired her. For a nine-year-old girl, facing this kind of situation, she was able to remain calm and calm, and her mentality was excellent enough.

(End of this chapter)