Ordinary observers in fast time travel

Chapter 1091 Painting a Banyan Tree

"Fantasy Drawing Design Contest!"

Subject: Design attack or support spells for the Spirit Artist

Requirements: 1. A comprehensive and complete description of the magic spell is required, including attack values, attack range, attack effects, etc.
2. The designed magical spells must be novel and must not be plagiarized.

Awards: The top three winners will receive the following prizes: First place: 10 yuan and a green crystal; Second place: 8 yuan and a yellow crystal; Third place: 5 yuan and an orange crystal!
Below is a line of smaller print: If the design is outstanding enough, or if the spirit painter masters the spirit technique, the reward will be increased tenfold based on the first place!
Shi Jia stared at the poster with great interest. "Designing spiritual arts?" He couldn't help but think of the banyan tree from the previous world, and its healing abilities. He wondered if he could design one!
Thinking about this, he became restless. He felt around in his pockets but couldn't find the smart device or any paper or pen.

I almost forgot, Sun Yu was so poor that he couldn't even afford water, so where would he get communication tools?

Helpless, he could only stare intently at the poster, memorizing the requirements and submission methods. Fortunately, mailing was an option. However, mailing was slow; the recipient was in the Green Zone, and it would take at least five days to send it from the Red Zone!
The submission deadline is 10 days from now.

He needs to act quickly.

Following Sun Yu's memory, they found the art supply store. The store was huge, stretching as far as the eye could see, with all kinds of art supplies on display. There were many customers, mostly parents with their children, choosing what they needed.

Being able to draw is one of the essential prerequisites for becoming an artist. Therefore, in a country renowned for its art, drawing is highly valued. Drawing is a fundamental skill for every citizen of this artistic nation!

Shi Jia couldn't draw, but Sun Yu could. Based on Sun Yu's memory, he selected his usual drawing materials: a stack of sketch paper, two pencils, an eraser, and a box of colored pencils.

After shopping, he couldn't wait to get home, turn on the lights, and sit down at the table to start drawing.

Shi Jia had never painted before, and despite having Sun Yu's memories, his hands just wouldn't obey him. He had a perfectly clear image in his mind, but he just couldn't draw it, which frustrated the usually smooth-sailing Shi Jia.

However, Shi Jia has always been a person who refuses to admit defeat. So your hand won't obey you? Then draw until it obeys you!
But the consequence of doing so was that when he went to eat noodles the next day, he couldn't even hold the chopsticks. He glared at his own hands, then simply picked up the two chopsticks together, rolled them up with his left hand, and put them in his mouth.

After finally filling his stomach, he rushed home to continue his work.

With the practice from the previous day, Shi Jia's hand moved much more nimbly when drawing lines, and she was able to roughly sketch out the image in her mind.

However, he frowned, staring at the varying shades of green on the sketch paper and the uncontrollable lines, his eyebrows furrowing into a knot.

What is this ugly thing?!
Not only did it fail to capture the grandeur of the banyan tree, but even the design was far from accurate. He couldn't help but wonder, "Was Sun Yu destined never to become a painter?"

Haha, our Shi Jia doubted Sun Yu, but didn't doubt his own drawing skills!

"Little one? Are you there?"

The small system heard it, but did not respond.

"Little brat? Did you hear me? How about I get a different task? I don't think Sun Yu will ever become an artist." Shi Jia had barely finished speaking when a sharp pain shot through his head. Oh no, someone was hitting him on the head!
In a daze, he seemed to hear an exasperated voice, 'You can't be an artist! You can't be an artist! You! You!'

'...It's clearly your own fault for being so stubborn, like a chicken claw, instead of reflecting on your own actions...'

The sound gradually faded, and the pain subsided. Shi Jia shook her head, stretched out both hands, and gave her head a thorough pat.

"Sun Yu? Sun Yu? Are you in there?" No one answered.

Shi Jia pouted, "Hmph! I've never drawn before, and I'm already doing really well to be able to do this on my second day of drawing! Besides, if you could become an artist, would I even need to do this?"

"Hiss~" Another sharp pain shot through her head, and Shi Jia rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright, I was just saying. Don't worry, I'll make sure you become a pie-in-the-sky promise-maker no matter what!"

Shi Jia clenched his fists, his eyes fierce! Hmph! It's just drawing! Why can't he do it!

Next, Shi Jia worked tirelessly, forgetting to eat or sleep, and finally finished drawing the banyan tree on the fifth day before the deadline. Looking at the banyan tree that almost covered the entire sheet of paper, he even used white, yellow, and a little orange to make the tips of the fallen aerial roots glow.

He nodded in satisfaction, flipped the book over, and wrote down the details of the banyan tree. After finishing, he put it in a bag and quickly left.

I need to hurry and send the painting out, but before that, I need to buy a cell phone—oh, you know, something like a smart brain. But cell phones in this world are far less advanced than smart brains.

He felt the money in his pocket, gritted his teeth, and spent a hundred yuan to buy a basic mobile phone and also got a free SIM card.

Mailing the artwork cost another 20 yuan. So far, he's invested over 200 yuan and five days in this competition. He still doesn't know when the results will be announced.

Shi Jia left the post office, checked his pockets, and found he had six hundred yuan left. He was immediately filled with worry again; he still needed to find a job!
"Ah~"

For the past ten years, the healer has never had to worry about money, but now he is facing the prospect of becoming homeless.

Let's set aside the question of how Shi Jia will find a job; after all, she still has six hundred yuan, which, if she's frugal, can last her for over a month. Let's first look at who is organizing this creative design competition.
The Blue District of the Painting Kingdom is the third of the three upper districts. Although it is the last of the three upper districts, the abundance of spiritual energy in the Blue District is far superior to that of the lower three districts and the outer district, namely the Red District.

People born in the upper three districts have a spiritual affinity of at least 50, and almost all of them can become artists. The few who cannot become artists are those who have no talent for drawing at all, and even after trying for ten or twenty years, they still can't draw anything.

There are three major surnames in Qing District: Qing, Bi, and Cui, which are also the three major families that control most of Qing District. Among them, the Qing family is the most prominent.

The Qing family is also the organizer of this competition.

The Qing clan's territory is located in the eastern part of Qing District, covering an area of ​​300,000 square kilometers, almost equivalent to a province. The Qing clan's territory has diverse terrain, including plains and mountains, with major rivers flowing through it, and once nurtured an outstanding civilization.

At this time, the core of the Qing clan's territory was located in the mountains, covering an area of ​​hundreds of acres. The buildings were mostly built according to the terrain, with different shapes and no two alike. Moreover, the buildings were of varying heights, but they did not appear chaotic. Instead, they conformed to the mountain range and blended with nature.

Inside one of the retro-style pavilions, a group of people were scratching their heads, extremely annoyed.

"What are these things? How dare they participate in the competition with drawings like this?" A handsome man dressed in a white robe crossed out a drawing with an annoyed expression.

The computer screen rapidly changed, displaying a picture in front of him. He frowned, expressionless, and clicked the "X" button. The screen changed again, he clicked it again, changed it again, and clicked it again...

An hour later, the man stood up abruptly, saying, "What kind of work are you doing? You're trying to fool me with this garbage?"

The group of people standing opposite him all lowered their heads, their faces displeased, but no one spoke.

The last man, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, said, "Qingkun, these are all the entries we've received so far."