Traveling through ancient times to flee from famine, take the time and space gate with you

When Jiayin heard this, she raised the little wooden horse she had been holding in her hand and looked at it. It was quite cute, a bit like the Tianjing horse in her own space. It was given to her by her cousin Ao Jun, the third son of the Dragon King of the West Sea.

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He said that he could turn into a horse that could run and fly in the future, and could travel thousands of miles in a day, but he did not say that the prerequisite was to inject a soul into it, that is, a weapon spirit.

Jiayin just thought her cousin was coaxing her to play.

"Can my cousin carve dragons?" Jiayin asked Fang Zhiyuan.

Fang Zhiyuan nodded and shook his head, "Yes, but you can't carve it. If you carve a dragon, you will be beheaded! Dragon patterns can only be used by the emperor, and we ordinary people cannot have these in our homes."

Jiayin frowned and looked unhappy, pouted and said: "I don't belong to the emperor, so why do dragons belong to the emperor's family? Obviously dragons come from the sea and from the sky!"

Fang Zhiyuan was confused by what she said, "Of course you are not from the emperor's family. If you were from the emperor's family, then you would be a princess."

Jiayin opened his eyes wide, had he discovered his identity? This little brother is so smart, she is the princess of Beihai Dragon Palace!

Then he asked: "You said that the emperor's daughter is also called a princess. Could it be that the emperor is also a dragon?"

Fang Zhiyuan nodded, "Of course it's a dragon. He is the real Dragon Emperor, so isn't that a dragon?"

Jiayin nodded, then they are still a family, and they can go and get married when they have time.

The three adults listened to the two children's childlike talk and did not stop them. There were no outsiders here anyway, and what they said was not taboo. They all looked at them with loving smiles.

They kept paddling on the board and walked for more than an hour, but still didn't meet the villagers who came out in front of them. Mrs. Li felt that something was wrong.

"Ms. sir, are we going in the wrong direction? Why haven't we met anyone from Fangjia Village for so long?"

It was definitely true at the beginning. There was only one road out of the village. After all, it was surrounded by mountains on three sides. There was only one way out. But then there were more forked roads and the water became wider. In addition, it was raining and there was no sun. They didn't know which direction they were going.

Walk. Just look at the hillsides on both sides and keep walking in the middle. The planks are stranded. It’s really hard to tell which direction to go.

Now the water is getting deeper and deeper. You can tell by looking at the draft of the bamboo pole that half of it can be inserted into the water. At least it has to be as deep as one person. This bamboo pole is as high as three people.

Suddenly he saw a wooden basin floating next to him. It was an ordinary washbasin. Fang Youwei used a bamboo pole to pull it over. Li reached out and picked it up. After seeing that the wooden basin was intact, he placed it on the wooden board.

"It's still good. It's not damaged at all. It may have been dropped by someone passing by," said Li.

Old Mrs. Yang shook her head and pointed to the right, "Not necessarily. Didn't you notice the thatched roof over there? It should have floated out from the house."

Mrs. Li looked in the direction pointed by her mother-in-law, and she saw a looming thatched roof. Unexpectedly, there was a house here, and it had been flooded, with only a little bit of thatched roof exposed above the water.

Looking at this situation, their own house on the side of the mountain is also in danger.

The rain has been non-stop. Although it is not as heavy as before, it is not too light. It keeps falling and the water level keeps rising.

The old lady sighed, "Well, it would have been nice if we had just run to the mountains at the beginning. At least we could find a cave to hide in, make a fire and cook." This has been floating on the water without any consequences.

Fang Youwei shook his head, "The mountain is too dangerous. It keeps raining and there may be a landslide at any time. Then we will all be buried underneath."

Jiayin listened to them talking, and when they finished, she asked curiously: "Isn't it bad if it rains? Doesn't it mean that it has been dry for a long time? If it rains, there will be water."

"It's not bad to rain, but it can't rain all the time. Drought will make the crops in the field useless, but continuous rain will also make the crops useless. It's even impossible to plant crops because the ground is flooded with water.

It's in," Mrs. Yang patiently explained to her.

Jiayin seems to understand, but he doesn't understand. He knows that crops are food, but he doesn't know why they can't survive droughts or floods. Are crops so delicate?

He scratched his head and said, "Will everything be fine once the rain stops?"

Mrs. Yang nodded, "Yes, when the rain stops and the sun comes out, the water on the ground will not rise again and will be dried by the sun. When the water level slowly recedes, farmers can continue farming.

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