When Shen Hai saw water overflowing from the enclosed fishpond, he immediately rushed in.

At this time, the people guarding the fish farm were already measuring the water level.

Min Jing looked up at the gray sky; the rain curtain obscured her vision, and the distant mountains became hazy.

The wind rustled, the rain grew heavier, and the sound of waves came from the shore.

"Teacher's wife, what level do you predict this typhoon will be?" Lin Ziyan asked, her brows slightly furrowed.

How many levels of wind have we seen since yesterday?

She looked at the bamboo strips that had been stuck in the mudflats, which were now all blown down and broken.

The place was a mess, with things blowing in from who-knows-where everywhere.

"Around level 10..." Min Jing added in her mind, "It might get even stronger, but I haven't calculated the data."

Lin Ziyan lowered her eyelashes slightly; at the current speed, it would probably take several more hours to reach this level.

If these yellow croakers aren't caught quickly, there probably won't be many left after the typhoon intensifies and the rains stop.

"Master's wife, I'm going to inform the village chief. I'll be back in a bit." Lin Ziyan said this and ran off immediately.

Min Jing is a marine climate expert; she couldn't possibly be lying.

Moreover, when it comes to typhoons, Lin Ziyan prefers to believe they exist rather than not.

She used to see videos of air conditioner outdoor units being blown into the air during typhoons, and that if the wind was strong enough, even a sow could fly.

Thinking of this, Lin Ziyan quickened her pace, and the first thing she did when she got home was to call the village committee.

…

That evening, the typhoon officially made landfall.

There were crackling sounds outside, mixed with the howling wind.

Lin Ziyan looked at the glass door covered with transparent tape, her worry undiminished.

Leaves are scattered on the terrace, and the pattering rain sounds like a symphony played in harmony with the wind.

"Sister, I'll sleep with you tonight." Jiaojiao pushed open the door and entered, carrying a pillow and a doll.

My second sister, Xiaoxiao, followed behind.

"The wind sounds like ghosts wailing..." Xiaoxiao murmured.

As soon as she finished speaking, the lights in the room were suddenly taken away.

power failure?

This thought popped into Lin Ziyan's mind first.

She had read in her research that power outages were frequent in those days due to technological limitations.

Especially in summer, the number of power outages will increase.

"Xiaoxiao, you guys stay still." Lin Ziyan was the first to adjust to the darkness. A flash of lightning suddenly illuminated the room, only to plunge it back into darkness in an instant.

She went to the table, found the matches, lit the kerosene lamp, and covered it with a glass lampshade to prevent it from being blown out by the wind.

The orange light illuminated the room, casting the shadows of the three people on the wall, making them appear larger and longer.

Jiaojiao immediately ran to the bedside and climbed onto the bed.

“I’ll sleep in the middle.” She placed the pillow in the middle of the bed and then patted the bed next to her.

Lin Ziyan stood at the window and could vaguely see the things being blown away.

She pursed her lips slightly. Without any warning, the roofs of countless houses were ripped off.

At this moment, the village was plunged into darkness, but the occasional flashes of lightning allowed one to clearly see the entire village.

Everyone thought it was just an ordinary typhoon, and even though the village secretary had reminded them many times over the loudspeaker, no one took it seriously.

Some households didn't take any protective measures at all, and then they just fought with the rain all night.

Half of the roof of Wei Er's house was blown off, and the whole family used all the buckets and basins in the house to collect water.

"You stupid woman, you heard the village secretary's announcement, why didn't you take precautions?"

"You spendthrift women, how much will it cost to repair the roof after the typhoon? I'll work myself to the bone outside, and it still won't be enough to cover the cost of your two wasteful spending habits..."

Wei Er shivered from the cold, but kept muttering to himself.

Li Zhaodi felt very wronged. "I couldn't even climb onto the roof to weigh down the bricks. You drank some horse urine and fell into a deep sleep, and you're blaming me..."

Wei Sheng wiped the fish off his face and continued to work on the awning in the rain.

But just as they finished setting up the awning, a gust of wind blew it away, sending it flying towards the roof.

The neighbor's awning is weighed down by many large stones, providing stable protection.

Wei Sheng stood on the ladder, looking at the neighboring house with anger in his eyes.

If this continues, the whole house will be soaked after the typhoon passes.

"What's all the noise about? Hurry up and move the big rock!" he snapped back angrily.

Wei Er was stunned for a few seconds, then came to his senses and tried to step forward to hit someone, but he almost got blown over by the wind after taking two steps.

Li Zhaodi quickly went outside to find the big stone.

Putting everything else aside, you can find the tarpaulin when it's blown away, but once the tiles are blown away, they're unusable even if you find them.

After a flurry of activity, the wind and rain gradually subsided, and everyone was exhausted.

It was still dark and overcast before dawn, but we had already been up until morning.

“There must be a lot of fish jumping out of the Lin family’s fish farm. Son, let’s grab a bucket and go collect them.” Li Zhaodi looked outside and quickly got up.

Wei Sheng waved his hand; he could fall asleep standing up now. "If you're going, go before everyone gets up and come back quickly."

Wei Er had already fallen asleep on the wooden sofa and didn't hear a word they were saying.

Haibi Village mobilized the entire village several hours in advance to prepare, so the losses were not too great; many households had their roofs blown off, which can be repaired.

The situation was different in other villages. Without any preparation, many households had entire walls blown down, and many houses were completely destroyed.

After the power was restored, the television received a signal, and news reports covered the damage caused by the typhoon.

Many fishing boats sailed back to the port overnight, but all of them were damaged to varying degrees.

After watching the news report at the Lin family's house, Min Jing clenched her fists and turned pale.

The losses could have been minimized, but the inaction at the top has led to the current situation.

"Teacher's wife, logically speaking, when you submit a typhoon warning, the higher-ups shouldn't be blocking it. Why is there no news at all this time?" Lin Ziyan fell into deep thought after reading the news.

How could a typhoon of level 10-12 possibly arrive without any warning?

Min Jing sighed, "We're getting old, and when new people take over, they always feel like we're taking advantage of our seniority, saying things like we believe in science but not in abacuses."

“We figured it out by calculation, which is pseudoscience to them.”

Lin Ziyan pursed her lips. It wasn't that they didn't trust the abacus; they just wanted to take its place.

Min Jing has overseas study experience, and some people have long been envious and wanted to kick her out of the department.

They're just using this as an excuse to make things difficult; they just didn't expect the typhoon to cause such great damage.

Previous typhoons, while causing some damage, were within manageable limits, and they assumed this one might be similar.

Lin Ziyan said, "Master's wife, it seems you won't be able to stay in the village for long. Once the higher-ups investigate, the typhoon warning report you submitted before will definitely be dug up."

"At that time, they will have no choice but to ask you to come back and take charge."

Min Jing narrowed her eyes and nodded slightly.

Shen Hai sat to the side drinking tea, his eyes turning cold. He hadn't expected that at this crucial moment for economic development, someone would have already taken action.

The current situation in Beijing may be even more turbulent than he anticipated.

The rain outside was only light and intermittent, and the sunlight peeked through the clouds.

The raindrops falling on the grass refracted a crystal-clear light...