Don't panic, the prince, the patriarch of fortune, she has space

Chapter 45, violent storm

The rain was really heavy, and the accumulated water was already a foot high. It can be seen that the drainage system in the village is not good. What if it takes ten days and a half a month?
But no one had time to think about this question at the moment, because it was raining heavily outside and it was already raining lightly in the room.

The thatch of the roof covered by such a big rain can no longer hold up, and it starts to leak everywhere.

Looking at the dripping rain, Feng Qingluo felt bad, why didn't she expect this?
Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and half of the thatch on the head was instantly removed, and the heavy rain poured down on the head, Feng Qingluo shivered instantly, it was a heart-breaking chill.

"Luoluo, get out of the way!"

Qin Zhi reacted faster than her, grabbed her with a big hand, and quickly took her to a place where there was no rain.

"Luoluo, go this way, hurry up and change."

Feng Qingluo suddenly remembered that the old patriarch Feng was still in the house, and she didn't know what happened.

"I'll take a look at grandma before I change it." After saying that, he ran away, Qin Zhi had no choice but to follow.

At this time, the situation inside the Fenglao Patriarch's house was similar to the outside, there was a wooden basin on the ground, a jar was collecting water, and she was busy moving things.

"Grandma, I'll come as soon as you call, the floor is slippery right now, don't run around!"

The patriarch Feng is 90 years old, walking around tremblingly at the moment made her terrified.

Wen Yan, the old patriarch Feng turned around and gave her a smile, "This leaking rain is as willful as a three-year-old child. It can be wherever it wants, and you can't do anything with it, so every time it rains heavily, you have to move it." Things are fine. Luoluo, you also go back to the house to see if there is anything that will be drenched? It will not be sunny for a while, so don’t get wet on the quilt and clothes. It’s an autumn rain and a cold, to keep out the cold Nothing less!"

Feng Qingluo looked at the old patriarch's rambling calmly, and his bad mood suddenly calmed down.

She is so rare!
Compared with the worry of life, a little rain is nothing!

Feng Qingluo and Qin Zhi helped the old patriarch move all the things that should be moved, and then went back to the house to move their own.

Fortunately, there are usually protective measures. The cages are covered with tarpaulins for a long time, so they don't get much wet.

The rain was like someone poking holes in the sky, and it didn't stop until the evening. At this time, the stagnant water outside had already flooded into the house, and there was knee-high water everywhere.

The patriarch's house was fine, but the hall outside was demolished. The chief elder's house was not so lucky. Skylights were opened in several rooms, and his beard was graying several times.

When the rain stopped, we had to wade into the water to cook porridge with wild vegetables, otherwise it would be dark soon.

Feng Qingluo looked at the basket floating on the water, and felt bad about the water scoop, how are you going to live these days!

At this time, she was not as calm as Qin Zhi.

It was also the first time for Qin Zhi to encounter such a situation, and he probably never encountered it before he lost his memory.

However, his ability to adapt is stronger than Feng Qingluo's, and all he shows is curiosity, not as irritable as she is.

Seeing that Feng Qingluo was troubled, Qin Zhi waded into the water to bring her a high stool.

"Luoluo, sit down and rest for a while, I'll go cook the porridge."

Looking at the little man in front of her who was waiting for her to praise, Feng Qingluo had mixed feelings for a moment.

"You little fool!" Feng Qingluo said angrily.

She turned around and went to the kitchen first.

Now is not the time to be sad and decadent, otherwise, when Qin Zhi cleans up the messy kitchen and goes to midnight, what will happen if this black light accidentally eats into his nose and eyes?
"Luoluo!" Qin Zhi followed behind and called her.

Feng Qingluo turned her head and gave him a perfunctory smile, "Let's go together, you are in charge of lighting the fire."

"Uh-huh."

As long as the lady is happy, Qin Zhi can do anything.

(End of this chapter)