Introduction:
As soon as he opened his eyes, Xia Qi fell from the modern jungle of steel and concrete into the primitive wilderness where feathers and fur danced together.
What you see in front of you is not a skyscraper, but a group of silly big guys with big round eyes, wings flapping behind their backs, and their bellies sticking to their spines with hunger - the Flying Tiger Clan.
The tribe was so poor that their only "technology" was clawing the ground and hunting with brute force. Xia Qi looked at these fluffy ones who could fly but were worse off than free-range chickens. He looked up at the sky and took a deep breath of the cold wind that smelled of grass and... Some kind of indescribable smell.
"Ruining hair and drinking blood? Slash-and-burn farming? That doesn't exist."
She bent down expressionlessly, picked up a relatively strong vine, and pointed it at the group of "flying furballs" who were looking at her eagerly. A cold voice sounded in the wasteland:
"Put your claws away and spread your wings. From today on, listen to me."
"Work".
Thus, the Windy Wasteland ushered in its "Eye of the Sky".
Farming? If you want to plant, plant the floating cloud cotton field.
Infrastructure? Check out the Air Tower Network.
Trading? Establish the fastest air logistics in mainland China.
With a calm and almost cold wisdom, Xia Qi turned modern knowledge into a blueprint for another world. He led these flying "big cats" to build a city in the sky in a barren land, making the name "Flying Tigers" resound throughout the sky. (No CP, focus on infrastructure farming, furry healing)
Intent: Warm, healing and refreshing article