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

Chapter 69 The strong wind is coming
  Gongsun Wuming was too lazy to pay attention to Lin Yuan, a fool, and looked steadily outside. The sound came from outside.

It was heard in all directions, and the specific direction could not be distinguished, but there was no doubt that the sound could be heard throughout the city.

It's getting more and more interesting.

He believed in the legend of immortals, and he had heard his grandfather talk about the immortals hundreds of years ago.

I even heard that that person had left many immortal objects to future generations.

As far as he knew, the family of the general protecting the country of South Vietnam had an ancestral treasure pot that could store floodwaters and release them again during the dry season.

It is said that treasures recognize blood and are useless even if others take them away. Therefore, not only can the royal family not touch the general's palace, they must also keep the treasures.

My grandfather once said that the immortal had a romantic nature and had wives all over the continent.

As long as it pleases the one who gives birth to a bloodline, he will leave the treasure and then leave to find the next wife.

He doesn't like beauties offered by others, so he likes to find them himself.

He can accept the tea-picking girl who falls in love at first sight, the beautiful farm girl, and even the maid with a playful personality.

From the royal princess to the slave maid, all the women he fell in love with were freed from their fate.

Although the immortal's love only lasts for a few years, it is enough for them to gain the benefits of a lifetime of wealth.

I heard that there were many greedy people at that time, and there were many girls who created chance encounters, but very few succeeded.

At first, various news came, but later the immortal disappeared.

Everyone said that he had returned to the fairy world, leaving behind only various treasures.

After confirming that the immortal had left, some people began to make moves.

They found the immortal backbone and wanted to steal the treasure, but when they used the treasure, they were blown to pieces.

After several verifications, the conclusion was finally reached.

Immortal treasures are only available with immortal blood.

Since robbery by force is not possible, let's take a roundabout way. Someone who is willing to arrange beauties from their own family to seduce the descendants of immortals.

After successfully marrying, she quickly gives birth to offspring, and then secretly develops a relationship with the children.

When he reaches adulthood and successfully inherits the treasures from the descendants of the immortals, he can then be coaxed into giving them to his mother's family.

Naturally, it failed.

Therefore, no matter what method is used, the treasure can only be used by the descendants of the immortals, and they can only control that person in a roundabout way for their own use.

The craze brought by the Immortal Treasure was gradually brought under control.

The continent is also divided smoothly into seven countries, each of which has one or even multiple fairy objects.

Later, the blood of the immortal was gradually diluted, and even his descendants were no longer recognized as treasures.

The treasure gradually became a decoration, a dead object placed in the ancestral hall for worship.

At this moment, Gongsun Wuming suspected that this Qin Jia was one of the descendants of the immortal.

This city is one of those treasures.

Even he had to sigh, no wonder it arouses people's greed, who wouldn't want such a powerful thing...

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  That night, because there were houses to protect them from the wind and rain, and the medicinal soup prepared by Doctor Xie was there, the people in the city spent the night peacefully.

Those who did not enter the city and were expelled, however, were not so lucky.

A Category 10 typhoon can blow people away, plus the rain.

Most of them died last night and did not see the dawn of the next day.

The wind outside became more and more terrifying, and most people did not dare to fall asleep. Instead, they squinted for a while and then opened their eyes again, for fear that they would die in their sleep.

The East District has always been filled with the smell of medicine, and the fire in the kitchen where the soup is cooked has never been extinguished.

It was so windy outside that no one dared to go out and walk around.

The people who were still a little anxious also calmed down.

There was such a heavy wind and rain outside, as if it was going to destroy the world. All kinds of flying sand and rocks were floating in the air. It was impossible for those who went out to survive. It’s a bit crowded here, but you can survive.

So it settled down.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Most of the people who escaped last night didn't bring food with them.

After all, the wooden house was about to collapse, so how could they bother to take the food away, and they didn't expect to survive last night.

So the woman whose sleeves were being pulled by the child looked embarrassed.

"Mom, go and ask Doctor Xie for some hot water. If you drink some water and sleep a little longer, you won't be hungry when you fall asleep."

Gollum-

Not only this child, but actually even the adults are hungry at the moment, but they are not children and cannot say what they want.

Not to mention them, even Doctor Xie didn't have anything to eat.

Xie Jinyan slumped on the chair with dull eyes and muttered angrily: "I knew this job was not going to be easy at all.

I haven't slept all night, and I can't even eat now. Fortunately, there is water in the house, otherwise I might have starved to death here. "

It was so windy outside that he couldn't even think of asking someone to bring food to Gongsun Wuming.

Qin Jia could also guess the situation here. She had recovered a lot after lying down all night.

This guy is painting like crazy, and the house is covered with all kinds of complicated and various types of paintings.

He even painted a picture of the storm.

When Qin Lin came over, this was what she saw.

Compared with the paintings displayed in her grandfather's house and those painted by her sister, to be honest, she felt that her sister's paintings were better.

It's a pity that except for family members, it is difficult for outsiders to see my sister's paintings.

There seems to be worthless paper all over the floor, and it will probably cause literati to scramble for it outside.

After all, not everyone can make paintings so lifelike.

Just like the one in her hand, it was a scene from their journey.

Even just on the paper, she could feel their fatigue, the heat of the weather, and the lethargy of the livestock.

"Sister, my mother made some chicken soup for you. I put it on the table. You can drink some while it's hot."

Qin Jia, who was obsessed with painting, finally came back to her senses, raised her head and said with a smile: "Second sister."

"Then why did you bring it over if it's hot? Don't bring it here next time, be careful when it's hot. I'll just go to the kitchen and drink it myself."

"There's a tray. You'll get burned wherever you go. You're not feeling well yet, so lie down and rest."

Qin Lin said while helping her sort the paintings she had painted.

The scenery, characters, etc. are all placed separately, just for appreciation.

Things like those are different. She might need to liquidate them, so she keeps them separately.

"The wind outside today is very scary. Alas, I don't know how many people died last night." Qin Lin sighed.

This was the first time she had seen such a strong wind. The previous strong winds were just colder.

Qin Jia didn't know how to answer this. Dead people will definitely die.

Even in modern times, if there is a Category 10 typhoon, there will be news of casualties and missing persons.

"I don't know how long this wind will blow."

Qin Jia guessed: "About a few days."

"I hope we can stop as soon as possible. I don't know what's going on with the people in the territory. We can't go there in such a heavy storm."

Just to solve this problem, Qin Jia kept painting with his weak body.

This will finally save a small grid of green liquid.

(End of this chapter)