I rely on supernatural farming to support my family

Chapter 185 Chisel the "sarcophagus" in the rain

Looking at his masterpiece, Shen Yiyao examined it carefully, with satisfaction flashing across his eyes.

But... it's just a desk and chair, something seems to be missing.

Shen Yiyao took a look, his eyes fixed on the table.

Yes!There are no bookshelves and pen holders.

She put her hand on another tree stump, thinking about how to make the bookshelf look better...but she couldn't help thinking of the bookshelf in his brother's room.

When she came back to her senses, the wooden board had already taken shape, and a log pen holder also fell on the ground.

Shen Yiyao blinked, and the little pen holder looked more and more familiar. It was almost exactly the same as the one she had chosen to give to his father in her previous life, except for the color difference.

Shen Yiyao pursed her lips, picked up the small pen holder, and rubbed it in her hand for a moment, with a look of nostalgia on her face.

"Dad... are you over there... are you okay?"

Her softly murmured sentence happened to reach the ears of the Wang family next door, and Wang Zhongyi was taken aback when he heard it, with a complicated expression on his face.

He didn't know what the little black girl next door was doing?Also heard some tinkling sounds.It seemed to be moving a board, the sound was not too loud, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

But these soft words were clearly heard in his ears.

Holding a bowl in his hand, Wang Zhongyi took a sip of Sanbai, smacked his lips, and sighed faintly.

Still a child!
Shen Yiyao was shocked by the sigh, and looked at the pen container in his hand with nostalgia, then put it on the desk, and turned to start assembling the small bookshelf.

Assembling the bookshelves is much simpler than desks and chairs, but because her thoughts are a little messy, it takes more than twice as much time as before.

Looking at the completed bookshelf and putting it on the desk, Shen Yiyao was in a daze for a while, and then noticed...the desk and chairs were exactly the same as the one her mother gave her. The bookshelf belonged to her younger brother, and the pen holder It's dad's.

The combination of this set is simply the epitome of the family portrait of her previous home.

Looking at it, Shen Yiyao's eyes turned red, and he suddenly wanted to keep it for himself instead of giving it to Brother Gu.

But such emotions come and go quickly.

But after a while, her eyes became clear, and she blinked again, hiding the complexity and nostalgia in her eyes deeper.

She was... homesick.

It's a pity that everything can't go back.

She has regretted countless times, why did she timidly obey her parents' orders and hide at home when her parents were about to go out to find her younger brother?

Why didn't she figure it out at the time, even if it was dangerous outside, even if she was likely to encounter an accident with her parents after she went out, the family was together anyway.

Life and death depend on each other, isn't it also a kind of happiness?

What if the parents found her younger brother at that time, but they were separated by a large number of zombies and couldn't go back to find her?
This thought has been with Shen Yiyao for ten years. She also tried to find her family, but... no!
Live without people, dead without corpses.

So she always thought that they should have escaped at that time, but they just got separated from her.

Because she didn't think much about it at the beginning; because she was afraid; because she obeyed her parents' words very much; she watched them leave home, which became the last farewell.

Shen Yiyao squatted into a small group, staring blankly at the set of freshly baked furniture, and his emotions uncontrollably opened like a flood.

But before her tears welled up, a drop of cold liquid fell on her face.

Shen Yiyao dazedly raised his hand to wipe his cheeks, then raised his head bluntly, and looked at the sky full of dark clouds, starless and moonless.

Is God also sad?
Another drop of icy raindrop hit her face, with a "pop", Shen Yiyao couldn't help closing his eyes, only to wake up completely awake!

not good!It's raining!

She hurriedly got up, put away the set of tables, chairs and bookshelves that she had made, and carried the small pen holder into the house in her arms.

When she came out again, she had an extra piece of linoleum in her hand.

She hastily put the cloth on the wood, in order not to leave too many holes, she did not put the wood into the space.

After covering it with wood, Shen Yiyao thought about it, and then took out the big sarcophagus-like stone from the space.

Taking advantage of the commotion of thunder and rain, she chiseled stones in the yard.

Wang Zhongyi hurried into the house, closed the doors and windows, and vaguely heard a little tinkling sound amidst the thunder, but this time it was unreal, but why did the voice sound so familiar?
Wang Zhongyi was full of doubts and wanted to listen carefully, but he couldn't hear clearly.

With the cover of the thunderstorm, Shen Yiyao didn't have to hold back her strength. Taking advantage of her dual abilities, she came up with a new trick.

Everything is alive, even a stone is alive.It's just that its lifespan is long, and at the end of its life, it will be shattered into dust.

Shen Yiyao used space isolation and wood-type supernatural powers to inject his own light filaments into huge stones. Stones are not as easy to cook as wood, and require more energy. When pulling back the light filaments, they cannot let it All of a sudden sandy shape.

It's just that after she recovered the ability, the stone would become very brittle, and a light tap with a chisel was like digging sand, very simple.

Shen Yiyao separated a small world in the rain, and under the cover of the rain, he forcibly disassembled the big stone like a sarcophagus in one breath, and chiseled out a bunch of necessities she wanted.

The outer layer of stone was planned by her to be used as a bathtub, and the inner stone that should have been hollowed out was not wasted by her.

Shen Yiyao used the space enchantment as a ruler, calculated the minimum consumption, and emptied the life of a thin layer of stone.After knocking around the stone, the inner stone was separated from the outer layer, and she took it into the space.The result presented directly...well, the prototype is very similar to a real sarcophagus.

At night, amidst lightning and thunder, looking at such a "sarcophagus" is really a little penetrating.

But don't panic, this is just a prototype, if you continue to polish it, the stone that looks like a sarcophagus will become smooth and round little by little.

The edges and corners have been receded, and the height has also dropped, and the sarcophagus has become the appearance of an acrylic bathtub that was common in previous lives.

Shen Yiyao looked at it carefully, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

She put away the finished products, took out the excavated stones, and chiseled out ovens, stone pots, stone bricks, stone slabs and other household gadgets.

A gigantic sarcophagus stone has been transformed, and who can tell what it used to be like?
Shen Yiyao looked at the harvest in the space, but he seemed to be addicted, so he simply took out the remaining stones, planning to chisel a small stone mill for the godmother as well.

The stone mill for the godmother was larger than her own.

She can be said to have a petty bourgeois sentiment according to her own preferences.

But in the eyes of pragmatic people, it is just a child's play house toy, which is not affordable.

So if you want to give the godmother a stone mill, it should be more affordable and make it bigger!

(End of this chapter)