Chapter 2240: Saint martin i.

Saint Martins is not a desert island, there are fields, farms, and two very small villages. But in general, there are never many families on this small and large island, so that except for the two small towns, nearly one third of the rest are wasteland.
Today, the island was raining again and again.
Why do you say "again"? In fact, it may be because the British land not far away is covered by lead clouds. The special clouds and mists may not be able to accumulate water vapor, which makes the water vapor accumulate in the surrounding waters.
It has been raining on the island during the recent period of time. It is estimated that this is the reason, and it really makes the residents of the island feel a little disturbed.
However, there is no way to do this. Recently, these rural roads have been extremely muddy due to the precipitation. Most of the few islanders can only stay at home, and even complain about their families.
These Muggle islanders are not even very clear about the actual situation outside, because the steamer that used to sail once a week has already stopped. That is to say, in the satellite TV that uses the "cauldron" to receive signals, occasionally I can see some French news that has been filtered by regulation. As for the British TV that I usually watch... It has long been completely unavailable.
Obviously, St. Martins Island is indeed not a desert island, but now, it has become an isolated island forgotten by many people.
But it must be said that even if it was just an accident and a coincidence, even if it was not the intention of the other party, this island was finally noticed by some people.
There is still rain today, but in the misty rain curtain, a group of tall, short, fat and thin figures appeared. These visitors who came in the rain did not disturb anyone on the island, but quietly did some strange work on the large open area on the east side of the island.
If someone could fly into the air and look down, they could see these hurried figures digging up the soil in a quiet and regular manner on the wasteland. They dig soil without a shovel, and they can easily lift large chunks of dirt and turf by waving a small wooden stick in their hands.
It's just a little half a day, but these people have dug out many shallow pits under the increasing rain, but the whole looks like a circle composed of pit distribution.
But after setting up a rain canopy and eating something to fill up their belly, the group started digging trenches again.
Each shallow trench looks like a diversion channel, but in fact it seems that because they are shallow and narrow, even the ditches cannot be regarded as.
These shallow trenches connected the previously dug shallow pits one by one. Under the continuous rain, they all accumulated into small dotted pools. If the water is accumulated, this picture will probably be very beautiful.
It's a pity that the mud in the pond is more than water, and it looks muddy, but it looks muddy and ugly.
However, the people who planed the pits and furrows obviously never considered any ornamental features. There is no such indicator in their tasks. Most of the time passed, many pits were dug, and the shallow trenches connected them one by one.
The work they were responsible for seemed to be done, so soon, these people disappeared out of thin air one after another, leaving only a few around to take charge.
Expelling a Muggle curse is still useful, plus this non-stop rain, no one will come to wander the wasteland.
And after more than ten minutes, a second batch of people braved the rain to appear in the rain, and as soon as they got to the place, they kept busy without saying a word.
This second wave of people came with things. It seems that they brought a piece of slate. These slabs are large and small, and are all discharged into shallow pits that have been dug in advance according to the rule of small and large.
It's just that there are many digs, but there are not so many slabs. After placing the slabs separately, they disappeared silently and left, never knowing where to bring more slabs to arrange, and the progress was not very fast.
It wasn't until noon on the second day that those pits were finally filled with slate-the task of the second group of people seemed to be completed.
As a result, they again left only a few people to guard the site, and everyone else left the island collectively. After half an hour of silence, the first group of people had returned.
After pouring something into each ditch, these people began to fill the pits and ditch again.
Needless to say, filling the soil is much simpler and more convenient than digging and digging trenches one by one, and after refilling the wasteland with the soil that was originally digged... Finally, everyone disappeared.
In this day and a half of the day combined with the effort of staying up all night, the two groups of people and gods alternated and completed these things in a mysterious and strange way. The rain is still falling, but this wasteland that has just been lively has finally returned to peace.
It is a pity that in these few days, this area is difficult to truly restore the tranquility it deserves-that is, more than an hour of tranquility has just passed, and the third batch of people of unknown origin has come again. .
However, it is worth mentioning that this third wave of people has only three people together. One of the two figures was slightly taller and slightly shorter. Looking at the figure through the rain curtain, it seemed that they were both girls. There is another man who is a man. Although he also holds a small wooden stick in his hand, he holds a silver sword in his other hand.
And as long as you observe more, it is not difficult to find that the young girl who is a little shorter, seems to be the leader of the three.
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The girl with some messy hair looked around for a week, and then stepped on the ground subconsciously, and then said so.
The voice became very unremarkable in the sound of rain all around and the waves of the surrounding sea. But as soon as she finished speaking, she raised her stick and waved it.
At the next moment, several cards flew out of her pocket, and inexplicable invisible forces began to cover this wasteland dug and refilled. Wherever I passed, the ground was slightly sunken, the dust was still, and even the rain seemed to be pulled by some force, and it fell much faster.
Soon, the loose soil on this wasteland was all compacted, just because of the rain, the ground was still muddy, and the two steps were afraid that even the shoes would be stuck.
After doing this, these three figures began to busy with other things, and occasionally whispered a three or two sentences with each other, but most of the time they were basically busy.
Until the early morning of the third day, this time it rained for two consecutive days and nights, after all, it stopped.
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