Qu Honghao and his people were fine because when the rainwater rose halfway above the gate of the house, some of the rows of fences that were loosely inserted in the ground automatically floated up.

What left Qu Honghao speechless was that each of these natural rafts had a long straw rope tied to the beam. And on top of the beam where the rope was tied was a long bamboo pole—what kind of magical custom was this?!

Heavy rain will continue until mid-November.

This is a rare experience in Northeast China.

Flood relief work in various places will also gradually come to an end at this time.

As the sunny days at Hongqi Forest Farm became less and less frequent, Zhang Hongcheng knew that the swirling air pressure had begun to move and the rain belt was moving towards the sea in the east.

The sultry weather dissipated in early November, and the hazel mushrooms in the forest became fewer and fewer.

Sang Chunhong and Xia Juan walked out of the woods wearing raincoats, stepping deep and shallow, and found that the rain lines in the sky outside the woods were getting denser and denser.

The two of them simultaneously exhaled a puff of white air, lowered their heads and walked towards the warehouse.

Guo Shengnan is the one who is responsible for collecting hazel mushrooms in the warehouse.

She looked at the hazel mushrooms that were sent to her again with a look of despair on her face.

"Is it really gone this time?"

Sang Chunhong sat down on the stool and sighed blankly.

“This time I really can’t find anything.”

These days, she was exhausted, but she couldn't stop as if she was possessed.

Even if I am exhausted and my whole body is sore, my feet will involuntarily carry me into the woods.

Xia Juan and Sang Chunhong were the last two in the platoon to stop.

The whole body is marinated with hazel mushrooms.

In the compartment next to the warehouse, a few pieces of wood were burning in the fire pit.

Jian Yong and Xue Zhanhong, with dark circles under their eyes, were sleeping in their clothes by the fire.

The compartments were filled with various "defective" supplies that they had "borrowed" these days.

It is called borrowing, but in fact it is a transaction between units.

Relying on the approval document left by Qu Honghao, the Red Flag Platoon could "borrow" things from local supply and marketing units to a certain extent.

At the "right" time, the balances on both sides will slowly offset each other.

Zhang Hongcheng squatted in the platoon headquarters listening to the radio.

The heavy rain in various places has gradually turned into moderate rain, while on the hill where he is, it has turned into heavy rain.

He thought to himself that the thing that the old educated youth from the Red Flag Forest Farm that the fat man found talked about would most likely happen.

Zhang Hongcheng, feeling a little nervous, finally put on his raincoat and walked out.

He went to the infirmary first.

Several people in the platoon fell ill because of the last few hazel mushrooms.

Seeing him lift the curtain and come in, the beautiful woman wearing a big mask immediately glared at him.

“Put on your mask!”

Chu Miaohong was giving Ye Nanyue an IV drip, as she was the one who was most seriously ill.

Zhang Hongcheng followed Chu Miaohong's gaze and saw several aluminum lunch boxes on the table. One of them contained a cotton mask that had been sterilized with steam.

But Zhang Hongcheng did not take what was in the aluminum lunch box. Instead, he quietly opened Chu Miaohong's drawer and put on a spare mask that Chu Miaohong had.

A faint fragrance lingers at the tip of my nose, hehehehe.

No one else noticed the platoon leader's little movement, only Chu Miaohong's ears moved and a little pink appeared on her neck.

Chu Miaohong could only pretend not to know.

In addition to seeing the sick educated youth, Zhang Hongcheng naturally had something to discuss with Chu Miaohong.

In the inner room of the infirmary, where there were no outsiders, Chu Miaohong pulled off Zhang Hongcheng's mask in embarrassment.

"Could you be more serious next time?"

Okay, let’s talk about something serious.

Zhang Hongcheng wanted Chu Miaohong to prepare some medicinal soups to dispel cold and dampness, because the entire educated youth platoon might have to work in heavy rain in the coming days.

Chu Miaohong nodded in agreement. She had the confidence to do so.

Probably because there are more medicinal herbs in the forest farm than in the wetland, these days while everyone was picking hazel mushrooms, she has been picking herbs and the harvest is not small.

With the heroine's protection, Zhang Hongcheng felt much more at ease.

Braving the heavy rain, he led Wang Fengzhi to the farmland beside the forest farm.

For convenience, Qu Honghao's farmland is located on a gentle slope because melted snow from the top of the mountain flows down from time to time.

Zhang Hongcheng raised his hands and set up a shed in front of him, looking up the hillside.

As expected, in order to allow more melted snow water to flow down, the fool Qu Honghao actually cut down all the trees on the hillside.

Zhang Hongcheng didn't let Jiao Dinghui take care of the farmland before because he knew that the farmland would not survive the winter.

According to the recollections of the old educated youth, after more than ten days of continuous heavy rain before winter, the gentle slope "cleaned up" by Qu Honghao will become a natural flood discharge slope.

More than 100 acres of farmland will be destroyed and collapsed.

Zhang Hongcheng looked at the hundred acres of land and shook his head, then took Wang Fengzhi to the other side of the mountain.

The slope on this side of the mountain is steeper than the other side, but the forest from the top of the mountain to here is intact.

Zhang Hongcheng looked at the woods with a smile.

In his eyes, these dense forests are natural filters.

After the mountain torrent, a small mudslide will also occur on the hillside here.

The thick and continuous forests will block most of the sand and gravel in the forest, and only the fine soil will be brought here by the water.

It is a kind of black soil that has been nurtured on the top of the mountain for countless years and is incredibly fertile. By then, the Hongqi Forest Farm will harvest more than 300 acres of black terraced fields here.

Wang Fengzhi looked at his platoon leader in some surprise. The platoon leader was looking at the gentle slope and sighing, as if he was lamenting how lucky someone was.

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