Chapter 92 This is the best result

It turned out that the door of the resettlement site next door was blown apart by the wind last night.

A lot of mess was blown in from outside the door.

Shen He, who was blocking the door, was hit directly.

"No, I'm fine."

Hearing this, the little soldier couldn't help but widen his eyes! He saw with his own eyes last night a large wooden stake hit his deputy commander heavily.

But now he acts like nothing happened.

Is he really made of steel and invulnerable to swords and guns?

But he didn't have time to think about it, because the deputy commander had already summoned the soldiers to go out and inspect the disaster situation in other resettlement sites.

The little soldier put the ointment in his trouser pocket and followed.

The wind speed at this time was probably around level 8 or 9. For the islanders who had just experienced a devastating gale last night, this little bit of wind was no different from a spring breeze.

Therefore, after Shen He opened the door and went out, the others couldn't wait to follow suit and go out.

But as soon as they reached the door, everyone couldn't help but gasp!

What came into view was a scene of devastation.

Looking around, there was no tree standing as far as the eye could see.

Not to mention, the thatched houses in the distance were blown away, leaving only ruins.

It was as if the entire island was carpet-bombed hundreds of times by bombers overnight.

Quiet!

Deathly silence!

Without the joy of surviving the disaster, everyone fell silent.

"Wuwuwu...there is nothing left...what should we do!"

Someone cried softly.

Yeah, what should they do?

Their houses were destroyed, their crops were destroyed, and overnight they were left with nothing.

Everyone looked at the ruined land with despair.

The wind was still blowing in gusts, but the atmosphere on the scene was extremely depressing!

The wind that blew on my body felt like a knife cutting me, and every blow was so painful that I couldn't stand up straight.

Shen He was also in a heavy mood.

Although he had heard from Su Ranran how terrible this typhoon was, he still couldn't help but feel a little scared after seeing it with his own eyes.

If she hadn't warned him in advance, if she hadn't gone to the weather station, he didn't even dare to imagine what the consequences would be.

Even if the weather station finally realized that something was wrong, it was too late to evacuate.

Otherwise, she would not have said that many people died in this typhoon.

Although the loss is huge now, I have to say that this is the best result.

Just as I was thinking this, I heard someone say proudly: "At least our lives are saved and we still have food. It's just that the house collapsed. We can fix it again. What's there to be afraid of?"

Upon hearing this, the person who was originally in a low mood was shocked again.

Yes, at least they survived and had food.

It's just a little difficult, it's not like I can't survive!

If the military comrades had not led them to evacuate, they might not even be able to save their lives now.

"Don't be afraid of the labor and capital. Isn't it just starting over again? At least we still have food and can catch fish." Someone said and went out first.

The wind died down, and he wanted to go home to see the extent of the damage.

The house needs to be repaired, so put away the things in the house that have not been blown away.

When the others heard this, they also instantly became motivated.

"Yes, can it be harder than before? It's just that the house is gone, and we can just build it again."

Everyone encouraged me and I encouraged you, and soon we got back on our feet.

All the strong people went out to clean up the mess caused by the typhoon.

The remaining elderly, the weak, women and children each contributed a little food, and everyone worked together to cook and do the logistics work.

Su Ranran didn't sleep well and woke up after only a short while.

Seeing that everyone was preparing food, she did not stand idly by, but rolled up her sleeves and joined the logistics support team.

Knowing that everyone was short of food, she put a little rice into each pot while helping to wash the rice.

It was just beyond Su Ranran's expectation that she didn't put much rice in, but when it came out, she could feel that there was much more rice porridge in each pot.

Su Ranran: …

This meal was sweet potato porridge. When the grain was harvested, it was collected in fixed quantities according to the number of people.

I originally thought that the resulting porridge would be sweet potato porridge with more sweet potato and less rice porridge.

But I didn't expect that the amount of white rice bubbling in the pot was not reduced at all.

Zhang Aizhen, who was in charge of organizing the grain collection, was stunned.

That usually serious face showed such a shocked expression for the first time.

The others looked at each other, equally confused.

How much food was harvested? How could they not know? Yet they cooked so much rice!

"Could someone have put it in the wrong place? Why is there so much rice porridge?"

Having cooked sweet potato porridge for so many years, how could they not know how much rice and sweet potatoes should be matched?

After hearing this, everyone did not care about anything else and went back to check their own food.

Finally, it was discovered that no one was missing.

The amount left after the harvest is still the same as it was just now.

Now everyone was even more confused.

The final conclusion is that the person who cooked the porridge today is really amazing, being able to cook so much rice porridge with just a little rice.

Apart from this, they could no longer imagine any other reason.

Su Ranran, who was not discovered, breathed a sigh of relief.

But I also developed a strong interest in the rice and paddy in the space.

In her previous life, she knew that there was some rice. It was the same amount, but the rice porridge she cooked seemed to have twice as much.

The others were also happy that there was more rice porridge today so they could eat more later.

This is the only happy thing since the typhoon.

The children all looked at the big pots eagerly.

The men were responsible for clearing the trees and rocks that were blown everywhere by the typhoon.

They have to clear the way so they can go home quickly.

After inspecting all the resettlement sites in the military camp, Shen He took inventory of the losses.

The doors and windows of two resettlement sites were blown out, six people were injured, and there was basically no loss of property.

This is the least damaging outcome for such a catastrophic typhoon.

No one complained, and everyone was grateful to the government and the military.

If they had not been evacuated in time, they would probably be dead now.

After the typhoon, the island that was originally deserted was now full of people.

Everyone was silent as they cleaned up the mess left by the typhoon.

No one complained.

After a whole day, the roads leading to the villages were finally cleared.

Su Ranran also carried her bag and followed the other military dependents back to the military compound.

The men had already carried the food home.

A group of exhausted people walked on the cleared sand road and slowly headed towards the family compound.

On Su Ranran's left are Zhong Juhua and her three children. The children have finally regained their usual liveliness and were chattering all the way.

But no one complains about their noise.

As I was walking, I suddenly heard Zhang Xiaohua's voice from the right.

"Mom, let me help you get the bag."

Su Ranran turned around and saw Wang Chunmei who had just walked up. She was holding a bag of food in one hand and had another bag hanging on her shoulder.