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

Chapter 73 Recovering.
  Uncle Wang felt that since the little girl trusted him so much, he would naturally make such a cruel choice.

He didn't plan to tell the little girl, lest she feel uncomfortable.

Soon, although there were many sick people, there were not many people in the territory, so the amount of medicine was sufficient.

As long as it lasts for a few days, when the wind is light enough for people to walk, there is no need to worry about getting hot again.

I'm afraid that there will be many people with recurring fevers in the past few days, so I have to keep enough medicine in reserve.

"After taking the medicine, please rest quickly. Everyone should sleep close to each other."

After everything was arranged, everyone calmed down, but many people began to have expectations in their hearts.

That's what Qin Jia said last night to stay and rent a house and land.

If it's not expensive, they want a place to stay.

After all, all the wooden houses in the territory have collapsed, so what if they build them again.

If you follow the Qin family, you can at least get sweet potato seeds. Then you can plant a few acres of land and you won't have to worry about going hungry for a year.

However, it is too early to say this, and everything will have to wait until the strong winds subside before we can decide.

The wind and rain in December, even without the blessing of a typhoon, was quite cold. Everyone could only stay close together and move as little as possible to keep warm.

There are about 80 people in one of the three houses, and on average eight people cover one quilt.

Uncle Wang tried his best to make the allocation as reasonable as possible. After all, men and women have other issues that must be considered.

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  After Qin Jia drove the heavy truck home slowly, he parked it directly at the gate and did not drive in again.

Hearing the sound of her return, Fang Yuerong, who had been waiting, finally felt relieved.

With a gentle and loving smile on her face, she walked out to pick up Qin Jia holding an oil-paper umbrella.

He asked with concern: "How's it going over there?"

"Fortunately, everything has been arranged. There will be no problem in surviving today. I also met Uncle Wang and Aunt Fang."

"Are they all okay?" Fang Yuerong hurriedly greeted the acquaintance.

"Everything is fine. Aunt Fang has medicine in her hand. The fever has subsided. Uncle Wang also helped me distribute the things."

"That's good, that's good. The wind came too suddenly."

If it weren't for Jiajia in their family, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to escape even now.

Fang Yuerong sighed, everyone is the same miserable person.

"Are you hungry? Can I go and heat some chicken soup for you?"

Qin Jia really felt a little hungry, after all, she had been full of water all morning.

So she nodded, "Okay, let's ask dad and the others to come back and have lunch together."

"No, we've eaten."

"When did you eat it?" Qin Jia expressed disbelief.

She knew that her family would never wait for her to come home for dinner while she was out.

Fang Yuerong said very naturally: "We have had porridge in the morning. Now there is not enough food. We can just eat two meals a day."

"Mom, you don't have to worry about food. Once you've eaten enough today, you should have it tomorrow."

Fang Yuerong chuckled, "Silly girl, this person has to leave a way out for himself, right?

Don't be too impatient. Mom is taking care of the food. It can last for ten days. Mom knows what's going on. Don't worry about it. Just eat your own food with peace of mind. "

How reassuring is this? Qin Jia bit her lip.

The family is hungry, so she drinks chicken soup...

Ugh!
  Forget it, trying to persuade her is useless, wait until she recovers. Once the food is replenished, her mother can use it with peace of mind.

With this in mind, she didn't waste time. When Fang Yuerong went to heat the soup for her, she took out her paintbrush and painted in the small drawing book she carried with her.

The little drawing book was new, so she just started drawing comics.

I chose Journey to the West.

At the beginning, the stone cracked and Sun Dasheng jumped out of the stone. As soon as he finished drawing a page, Fang Yuerong came over with chicken soup and a large bowl of rice with a fried egg on top.

The sumptuous meal made her feel even more unhappy. She wanted to give Fang Yuerong some chicken soup, but she refused to drink it and ran away.

"Jiajia, you eat first, and just put the bowl away after you finish. Mom will go and talk to your Aunt Wen."

Qin Jia: "..."

Which girl can scare her mother into hiding, it's probably her.

Although she was helpless, she still felt warm in her heart. After finishing her meal quickly, she took the bowl to the kitchen.

In ancient times, a nine-year-old girl could propose marriage, and she would not leave the bowl for her mother to wash after eating.

After washing, she took the paintbrush back to the house.

There was a large piece of drawing paper in the room, so she stopped drawing comics and started drawing ancient paintings.

First, I completed the drawing of a maid waving a fan that I had drawn in the morning, and then looked at the Ruyi Brush.

Sure enough, there was a light layer of emerald green.

After verifying that painting famous paintings that are popular in modern times will increase her energy faster than painting aimlessly, she decisively chose to paint famous paintings.

The picture of the Tang Palace maid was enough for her to draw for a while.

Fortunately, as an art major in her previous life, she had copied these pictures before, so she now has experience in copying them.

The advantage of having experience is that you can draw quickly and handle details well.

Unknowingly, the sky gradually darkened.

The wind outside is basically only about level 5 or 6 now.

Qin Jia didn't notice that she had been engaged in painting all day, and she didn't come back to her senses until her stomach growled.

After thinking for a while, he took out a piece of drawing paper, opened the door and walked out with the Ruyi pen.

On the way to the front yard, I happened to meet Zhishu carrying a tray.

"Miss Third, you are finally done with your work. Let's have dinner quickly!"

"Well, why are you so late today?"

The magistrate explained: "It's not that dinner is late, it's that you are too busy. I came three times and no one answered the door.

This is the fourth hot meal. If you can't knock the door, the master and his wife may come to call you. "

When Qin Jia was busy, no one dared to disturb her, but there was no response and they were worried that something might happen to her.

So I come here every half an hour.

Knowing that this was the case, Qin Jia also felt a little embarrassed, "I didn't hear the knock on the door. I must have been too obsessed."

"That's good. This slave is also worried. She's afraid that something might happen to you in the house, but she doesn't dare to keep knocking on the door.

It's okay. The meal was specially left for you by Madam. It has been heated up. Can I bring it to you in the house? "

"Row."

After dinner and sending Zhishu and Siqi to rest, Qin Jiacai slipped into the warehouse alone.

Bang, the empty warehouse contained a lot of food.

Ten sacks of rice, three sacks of flour, baskets of fruits and vegetables, bacon pastries, etc.

Then he left the house, went to the carriage at the door, poured out the Ruyi Pen, and brought out several large baskets of cakes and herbs.

After a day of painting, the energy has bottomed out again, but at least everyone will be starving for a while.

After putting her things away, she drove out and stopped when she passed the house of Gongsun Wuming and others.

As soon as he knocked on the door, an alert voice came from inside the door, "Who?"

"I'm Qin Jia."

(End of this chapter)