Chapter 57 Danger!

When Lin Xiang heard He Hongyuan mention the typhoon, she realized that she had overlooked this huge risk in coastal cities, and she began to worry about the raw materials of the coconut juice in the factory.

If a typhoon really hits the coconut trees and destroys the mature coconuts, how can we make coconut juice?

This is something that needs to be carefully considered. Although there hasn't been a typhoon for many years, what if one does happen? Especially since there are always news about typhoons every year, the 119 Plant 2 cannot afford to take the risk.

But it was already late at night, so Lin Xiang put the matter aside and remembered to discuss it with her colleagues at work tomorrow. Turning around, she saw that the man who had just tried on the sweater had a stern look on his face, and even his sword-like eyebrows, which had just softened, seemed to become sharp.

What happened?

Lin Xiang and He Hongyuan lived together for several months after their marriage. This man was said to be the obsessive Black Moonlight in the original book, who should have been cold and aloof, but Lin Xiang didn't feel that at all. It seemed that the man next to her was not the cold supporting character in the book.

But now, Lin Xiang could keenly sense that the man was in a bad mood, with an invisible resentment emanating from his body.

She was about to speak when she saw the man suddenly stand up and go to the bookcase to do something.

When he came back, He Hongyuan was holding a stack of things in his hand. They looked like red and yellow pages, and somewhat like awards.

"What is this?" Lin Xiang looked at it curiously.

"These are the merits I have won while carrying out my previous missions. There are both third-class and second-class merits." He Hongyuan handed over the medals and unfolded a stack of certificates. "Also, in the military competitions over the years, I always won first place in any event I participated in. Jiang Zhenghao lost to me three times."

Wow!

It was the first time that Lin Xiang saw He Hongyuan actively show off his past glorious achievements. One military medal after another seemed to be shining, all of which were earned by a man's blood and sweat. The eye-catching three words "first place" appeared frequently on the award certificates, which was a symbol of He Hongyuan's strength.

Lin Xiang didn't understand why He Hongyuan suddenly changed his personality. It was not his style to show off his achievements like this, but Lin Xiang was very happy. The admiration in her heart burst out from the bottom of her heart, and turned into star-like light in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

My man is so handsome!

I just don't know why Jiang Zhenghao was mentioned specifically. Lin Xiang is a little worried. She hopes that her man will not go to such trouble to get into a fight with the male protagonist in the book. They should just live their own lives in peace and let Jiang Zhenghao and Meng Jing do whatever they want.

"Well, Jiang Zhenghao is not as good as you! You are the best!" Lin Xiang thought that she could brag about her husband in her own home, so she didn't need to care about the book he was wearing.

He Hongyuan saw that his daughter-in-law's eyes seemed to be filled with bright and moving stars, looking at him twinklingly, with only his figure in her eyes. Her soft voice rang in his ears, even with a bit of pride. He raised the corner of his lips and put away the medals and certificates.

Sure enough, men still have to fight with bayonets and hard strength!

"You are not allowed to think about Jiang Zhenghao." He Hongyuan lowered his eyebrows and leaned close to Lin Xiang, and for the first time ordered with a little cruelty, "He is not as good as me. No matter whether we have a childhood engagement or not, you have to marry me at any time."

Lin Xiang had never seen He Hongyuan like this before. His cold eyes were sharp and domineering, and his whole body was full of assertiveness. He spoke to her as if giving orders, but there were waves of tenderness in the depths of his eyes.

"When have I ever thought about him?" Lin Xiang cried out in injustice.

He Hongyuan refused to give in. His handsome face stopped in front of Lin Xiang, and their breaths gradually entangled: "You just said that you couldn't tell whether you would choose me or him."

This short sentence seemed to have a sour taste.

Lin Xiang suddenly came to her senses. Just now when she was thinking about the typhoon and coconuts, she seemed to vaguely hear the man next to her talking, but she was immersed in her own thoughts and did not hear clearly what He Hongyuan was saying.

It seems he has a big misunderstanding!

"Congratulations, Captain." Lin Xiang put her hands around the man's neck, hooked her hands and pulled him in front of her. She opened her mouth and bit his chin, smiling and said, "Are you jealous? I can't tell!"

He Hongyuan's eyes sparkled, like a storm gathering in them. The wet touch on his chin was tempting. He said in a low voice, "Well, who are you thinking about? Who do you like?"

Lin Xiang ignored He Hongyuan's questioning. Although the man's posture was like that of a spy, Lin Xiang was no longer afraid of him. If it were when they first met him, she would have been afraid. But now?

How can this man be scary? Little He Hongyuan, he is the one who can do it himself!

"I won't tell you~" Lin Xiang cursed the man in her heart for being so stupid. Why did he ask such a question? But she kept smiling. After all, it was rare for He Hongyuan to act stupid. She lowered her head slightly, her breath sprayed on the man's neck, and murmured, "He Hongyuan, how can you still be so stupid~"

The voice was soft and charming, going straight into He Hongyuan's ears. The light breath brushed across his neck, and He Hongyuan felt a tingling impulse in his heart, as if he understood what Lin Xiang said, and...

The warm touch hit his Adam's apple, and the bulge on his neck was gently bitten by the cherry lips. He Hongyuan's breath was caught, and his palm on Lin Xiang's waist tightened and tightened.

Lin Xiang stepped back after making a scene, determined not to tease this man who rarely makes a fool of himself: "I have always only liked one man, his name is... um..."

The rest of the words were swallowed by the man, like a surging and shocking wave. Lin Xiang felt that the breath in her mouth was taken away, and it was almost difficult for her to breathe. The waves hit the rocks again and again, shaking violently.

"It's too late." He Hongyuan said vaguely.

——

The next day, when Lin Xiang went to work in the factory, her voice was a little hoarse. Kong Zhenzhen gave her a few Luo Han fruits: "What's wrong? Do you have a cold? Drinking this will be good for your throat."

The weather has been cooling down recently, making it easier to catch a cold. Several of the kids in Kong Zhenzhen's family have runny noses and coughs, so they need to be careful.

Lin Xiang nodded: "Thank you."

She would never do anything stupid again. She had been tortured enough last night and her voice was almost hoarse. He Hongyuan was really not someone she could afford to tease.

The Luo Han fruit was soaked in boiling hot water, the sweet taste cleared the throat and moistened the lungs. Lin Xiang drank most of it from the enamel cup. When Director Zhao came to the factory with a briefcase, she walked up to him and told him about her concerns.

"Typhoon?" Director Zhao was stunned for a moment when he heard Lin Xiang mention this somewhat outdated term. The island had not encountered a typhoon for many years, and Zhao Jianjun almost forgot about it. "It did blow before, but I haven't seen it for many years."

Speaking of typhoons, Kong Zhenzhen's distant memories were also pulled back, and she immediately opened up: "I still remember the first time I went to the island with the army, but I was scared by the typhoon. There was no such thing in my hometown before. The wind blew fiercely, which was scary. It could even blow down a tree as thick as a bowl."

Several people in the office have been on Langhua Island for many years and have a deep impression of typhoons. Even the usually taciturn Ma Defa sighed: "Fortunately, we haven't seen them much in recent years."

"We have a special geographical location, especially raw materials such as coconuts can basically be grown in our province. If we really encounter a typhoon, will all the coconuts be gone and the coconut trees also fall down?" Lin Xiang has never experienced a typhoon and is not clear about its actual destructive power, but when he thinks about the typhoon passing videos he has seen on the Internet in the past, it is absolutely shocking and terrifying.

Zhao Jianjun waved his hands to ease Lin Xiang's heart: "That won't happen. There are so many kinds of trees outside, and coconut trees are the most resistant to typhoons. Good guy, hold on to that root very tightly, no matter what other trees fall, the coconut tree will not fall down."

This is true. After all, these plants grow in special places, and naturally they survive the selection of the fittest in such an extremely harsh weather environment.

Lin Xiang was worried: "What about the coconuts? If the typhoon is strong and can't blow down the trees, the coconuts that have been growing on the trees for several months will be blown down..."

Kong Zhenzhen was shocked: "It's indeed possible. If we blow it all down, how can we produce coconut juice?"

Although it is a groundless worry regarding the raw materials of coconut juice, it is not without reason. A few people went to the workshop to ask around and found that there are many local people among the workers who were born and raised there. They talked a lot about typhoons.

"I didn't know what it was called before, but I knew that there were a few days a year when the wind was strong enough to blow away fishing boats and people. It was scary. Later I heard that it was a typhoon. Life is better now. If a typhoon really comes, we will be notified in advance and the loudspeaker will announce it."

"We haven't had a typhoon here for several years, so we feel very relieved!"

"The coconut palms won't fall down much." Qiu Hongxia had seen several typhoons before, but they were all many years ago. She thought Xiaolin, a new girl on the island, was scared, so she tried to comfort her, "Xiaolin, don't be afraid. When a typhoon comes, just stay home. But look at your small body. You should eat more to avoid being blown away."

Everyone laughed, and Lin Xiang also curled her lips, but she was still worried behind the smile.

There hasn't been a typhoon in several years, but if one suddenly hits, it would easily catch them off guard. Even if the weather station issues an early warning, it won't be too many days in advance.

"Director, should we consider building a warehouse to store the raw materials in advance?" Lin Xiang pondered for a moment, thinking about the links in the production chain, warehousing can effectively alleviate the problem of possible damage to raw materials.

The second factory is not very large, mainly because it has been shrunk many times. Now it only has a bungalow office and two workshops. Zhao Jianjun did not expect Lin Xiang to suddenly mention this: "Factory 1 does have a warehouse to store various seafood, but they have a large area, advanced ice-making room, and good conditions. It's a bit difficult for us here."

It's not that there are no extra coconuts in the factory, but they basically only have enough to last for about a week's production, which can be stuffed into the workshop. Lin Xiang wants to have a separate warehouse to store them, so that the quantity can be larger.

"Whether there will be typhoons in the future or not, it is necessary to hurry up and build the warehouse. After all, we are some distance away from Wudaogou. If we don't have an emergency plan, we will have to rely on trucks to deliver coconuts every few days. What if something goes wrong on the way? Wouldn't that be a disaster?" Lin Xiang gradually sorted out her thoughts. She thought that the danger of typhoons on the island was just a reminder. The main reason was that the second factory was indeed somewhat imperfect in the production chain due to various restrictions.

Unlike a factory with a complete production chain, even if the supply of raw seafood is cut off for a month, it will not affect the production construction at all.

"Xiao Lin's words make sense." Ma Defa also fell into deep thought. "I remember that a soda factory once had an orange orchard that was flooded. It was so flooded that they couldn't find suitable oranges to produce orange soda, which delayed their production for quite a while."

If the raw materials are gone, the whole factory will come to a standstill!

Kong Zhenzhen slapped her thigh and remembered this incident: "Yes, I remember it. It was the soda factory in Xinhan City. Later, we hurried to buy oranges from the neighboring Sichuan Province to save the day."

Lin Xiang nodded and continued to convince everyone: "Oranges are fine. They can be grown all over the country. If there is a problem with the plantation where we purchase them for a long time, it is not too difficult to find a substitute. But coconuts are different. Basically, only our province has them. If a typhoon really blows, the coconut juice will be out of stock immediately."

The last sentence really touched Zhao Jianjun's heart. He raised his hand and touched his smooth forehead, muttering to himself: "Indeed, I didn't think of this before! We must hurry up and prepare. Regardless of whether there is a risk of typhoon or not, it is always good to have more preparations."

Lin Xiang wasn't sure whether there would be a typhoon on the island, but typhoons never stopped in later generations. It seemed that there was no pattern, but they would not stop. What they had to do was to respond as far in advance as possible.

After asking some natives in the factory, Lin Xiang finally understood that, with Langhua Island as the dividing line, the area west of Haining Province was hit more often by typhoons, while the area east of it was luckier and was not affected that much by typhoons.

Perhaps similar to earthquake zones, there are always places that are prone to such natural disasters and are located in high-incidence areas.

The production and construction of the second factory have been on track recently, and coconut juice is being gradually supplied to the whole province. When Zhao Jianjun approached the first factory to instruct them to build a warehouse for storage, he only received some questions.

"Why do they need to build a warehouse out of nowhere?" Secretary Tang was not very satisfied with the Second Factory, especially since they had approved a large sum of money to buy new equipment a while ago, and now they were asking for money to build a warehouse again. However, due to the recent performance of the Second Factory, especially the fact that it sold coconut juice to the whole province, his questioning tone was not as strong as before.

"Director, Secretary, this is to facilitate production. Our second factory now has to supply coconut juice to the entire province. The production volume is large, and the consumption of coconuts is also high. Having a warehouse next to it can also avoid the situation of skylights." Zhao Jianjun also wanted to repair it himself, but he had to ask the factory for money!

Factory Manager Huang thought about what he said and found it to be reasonable. However, the Second Factory had been very active recently, almost overshadowing the Shrimp Sauce Workshop. This was quite a big deal. "You think it through very well, but there is no rush. Let's just wait until the beginning of next spring."

At the end of the year, everyone becomes a little lazy in doing anything and likes to procrastinate on many things. It is common to say that they will procrastinate until spring, as if spring is the beginning of the year and the right time to make great efforts.

"Director, it won't take long to build a warehouse. Why do we have to delay it until the beginning of next spring?" Zhao Jianjun said it wasn't really urgent. After all, these were warehouses prepared for a rainy day. But when he heard the leader of the first factory objected, he wanted to compete with him.

Secretary Tang raised his voice and said with a threatening look on his face, "Zhao Jianjun, your factory No. 2 has achieved some success recently, so are you going to be very successful? Look at the shrimp sauce workshop, there are more people than you can handle. We approved tens of thousands of yuan for you to buy new equipment a while ago. That's a lot of money! Now you are doing it again. Just listen to Old Huang and we'll talk about it next spring."

Although Zhao Jianjun returned home with no success, his mood was not affected too much. After all, he just needed to wait for another two or three months, and then he could prepare to build a large warehouse in the early spring of next year.

Lin Xiang knew that this was the norm in Factory 2. After all, the economic power was in the hands of Factory 1, which was one level lower in terms of administrative and financial levels. One had to please others everywhere, and when one was under someone's roof, one had to bow one's head.

Now that the warehouse cannot be repaired, Lin Xiang mentioned: "How about borrowing the vacant warehouse at the factory first?"

This is a good idea! If you don't approve the money, you can always borrow from the empty warehouse!

Zhao Jianjun went to the first factory twice again, which annoyed Secretary Tang and Factory Director Huang so much that they agreed to let the second factory use a vacant warehouse in the first factory to store coconuts. At the same time, in order to have a good preservation environment, Zhao Jianjun also set his sights on the refrigerator in the factory.

He understands that low temperature can prolong the preservation condition!

But now the refrigerators are only used in the shrimp sauce workshop, so it is not easy for them to get a share of the pie.

"Xiao Lin, you've done a favor for the shrimp sauce workshop. Now's the time to collect the debt." Zhao Jianjun would not miss any opportunity he could seize.

We must repay a favor. How can we let the people in the shrimp sauce workshop get away with it?

Lin Xiang originally thought that if the two factories prospered, all would prosper, and if they suffered together, all would suffer. In addition, the shrimp sauce workshop was the backbone of the factory, so it was natural for her to help with some ideas. As for now, Director Zhao was right!

The shrimp sauce workshop has been on high alert recently. After all, they have suffered losses from the Shiwei Food Factory. This time, facing the sale of canned Shiwei shrimp sauce on counters across the province, they are naturally paying close attention.

He Zhigang, the head of the fermentation group, asked someone to get the news. The news was broadcasted every day in the workshop: "I heard that the canned shrimp sauce of Shiwei is selling very well in the provincial capital. Many people go to try it. It is not so popular in the surrounding cities."

The acceptance of various types of food by the people in each city is different, and perhaps even the speed of acceptance is different. The living conditions of residents in provincial capitals are much better off, and they are willing to try the fresh taste of the new brand of canned shrimp sauce sold in department stores.

Fang Yuan, the leader of the mixing group, was inevitably worried when he heard the news: "He Zhigang, you have many connections. You can go to the grain and oil company to inquire about the situation. The first month of selling food flavors throughout the province must be strong enough. We can't take it lightly."

Deputy Director Liu Qingshan was also frowning: "Don't let us lose our position in the provincial capital."

Qin Yangbo had just checked the operation of the workers on the production line. Hearing this, he said in a deep voice: "That requires them to have the ability!"

Last time, Qin Yangbo was caught off guard by the sudden rise of Shiwei. Now, he has calmed down and analyzed carefully. Shiwei's shrimp sauce is still not as good as his own factory's. As long as he sticks to the quality, there is no need to worry about being surpassed.

Thinking back to that time when I lost my mind and was anxious to improve the formula, it was indeed a bad idea.

fortunately...

"Hey, Comrade Lin Xiang, why are you here?" Fang Yuan, the leader of the mixing team, had just finished speaking when he turned around and saw Lin Xiang, who had helped him in the workshop last time. "What a rare guest."

Fang Yuan had seen Lin Xiang's abilities last time, and that changed her original impression of the people in the second factory, especially since they really helped the shrimp sauce workshop, so she would always be grateful to them.

She greeted him enthusiastically, but He Zhigang's expression became interesting. Lin Xiang greeted Team Leader Fang and saw that Team Leader He's facial muscles were twitching, as if he was struggling with how to treat her. It was actually quite funny.

He Zhigang was indeed conflicted. Lin Xiang helped his workshop, but she also slapped him hard in the face. Even if it was his own embarrassment, it would be fine, but the reputation of the entire shrimp sauce workshop was ruined. He had to rely on a little girl for help, which really made him feel complicated. He didn't say much, just ignored her.

"Comrade Lin Xiang, why did you come here suddenly?" Liu Qingshan calmed down and asked the purpose of his visit first.

Lin Xiang was too lazy to be polite with the old-fashioned people in the shrimp sauce workshop, so she immediately said, "Director Qin, Deputy Director Liu, I'm here on behalf of Factory 2 to borrow the refrigerator from Factory 1. I heard that the refrigerator is mainly used in the shrimp sauce workshop. Can we discuss the time to use it at different times?"

He Zhigang was shocked when he heard this: "Why does the second plant use refrigerators?"

In his impression, Factory 2 was always a useless factory. How could it compete with his advanced workshop for products?

"We want to borrow the warehouse next door to store coconuts. The refrigeration machine can be used to extend the storage time. We have already consulted with Director Huang and Secretary Tang about this matter, and both leaders agreed."

However, the leader's original words were to let Factory 2 go and borrow it if they had the ability.

"This..." Liu Qingshan looked at Qin Yangbo and saw that the workshop boss had a frown on his face. He pursed his lips as if he understood what he meant and said to Lin Xiang, "Comrade Lin Xiang, this is not a coincidence. We can't spare the time in the workshop. Otherwise, you can think of other ways."

Lin Xiang had inquired before coming here, and found out that there was no way they could make room. The shrimp sauce workshop still looked down on the second factory and was unwilling to cooperate.

Of course, no one in the factory dared to force them.

"Director Qin, Deputy Director Liu, I did help the Shrimp Sauce Workshop in the past. They say that you should return a favor, so why can't the Shrimp Sauce Workshop help our Second Factory once?"

Liu Qingshan's face darkened at once when he heard this blunt statement. Seeing how rude this little girl Lin Xiang was, he became angry and said, "Comrade Lin Xiang, there is no point in forcing me to help you..."

Especially, how could ordinary people repay a favor so directly? Even if they just want to pretend, they should at least say a few more words about the brother factory and the selfless dedication to serving the people.

But Lin Xiang just spoke directly!

"The refrigerator inside is for them to use." Qin Yangbo said with a serious face and stiff neck, "We in the shrimp sauce workshop don't owe anyone any favors!"

"Director Qin!" Liu Qingshan exclaimed, but Qin Yangbo just waved his hands.

......

Lin Xiang successfully borrowed the refrigerator, which was like snatching food from a tiger's mouth. The workers in the second factory sighed: "Xiao Lin, you are quite capable to snatch a piece of equipment from the stingy shrimp sauce workshop."

"After all, Director Qin doesn't want to owe favors to anyone." Lin Xiang knew in her heart that Qin Yangbo couldn't stand being provoked. Whenever he was provoked, his result would come true, and it always worked.

Lin Xiang followed Director Zhao to the Wudaogou Production Brigade again, and discussed with Captain Qian to pick a batch of coconuts that were eight or nine months ripe in advance and store them in a factory warehouse. A warehouse full of coconuts was prepared in advance as an emergency reserve.

"Captain Qian, has your team ever encountered typhoons in previous years?" After all, the Wudaogou Production Team is quite far away from Langhua Island, and the specific situation is unknown.

"We are quite safe here." Captain Qian was proud of this. "They say that we have good feng shui here. In the past, when other places were hit by typhoons, we were not seriously affected. I don't know what happened, but it is safe anyway!"

It was probably not in the central area where typhoons were likely to pass through. Lin Xiang felt relieved to hear this. She and Director Zhao discussed with Captain Qian the protective measures for the coconut trees and the coconuts on the trees if a typhoon really hit in the future, and then left.

Coconut trees are the strongest tree species that can withstand typhoons, so it is not difficult to suffer serious losses. It would be good to add a few wooden sticks around the trunk to support it. In addition, the coconuts on the tree are also very sturdy. If we really encounter a super typhoon, Captain Qian said that we can tie a rope and a bag to the tree to fix the coconuts, and it should be fine.

However, while Captain Qian was directing the members to pick coconuts and load them onto the truck, he said to the two men, "You are overthinking this. How long has it been since a typhoon hit our city? There is no need to worry!"

After a few days, Lin Xiang felt relieved when she saw the large low-temperature warehouse borrowed from a factory was filled with coconuts. After all, more protection means more peace of mind.

I hope that all of this is just groundless worry and that nothing would happen.

After a busy few days, Lin Xiang came home and relaxed on the sofa in the living room. She talked to He Hongyuan about the situation in the factory: "Now that this matter has been resolved, we can go back home to celebrate the New Year with peace of mind next month."

Otherwise, if you have things on your mind, how can you have a good New Year celebration?

He Hongyuan also thought his wife was overthinking it: "We haven't seen a typhoon in years. Don't worry about it."

Especially the misunderstanding that day when the typhoon was mentioned. He Hongyuan's expression was unnatural when he thought about it, but he always had a blank expression, so no one could tell there was a problem.

"By the way, how about the thing I asked you to inquire about?" Lin Xiang leaned on the man's shoulder, curious about the gossip.

"You're still asking about Jiang Zhenghao!" Even though Lin Xiang had never liked Jiang Zhenghao, He Hongyuan still disliked him. Especially the more curious his wife was, the more he was unwilling to ask, "Don't worry about him and Meng Jing."

"Who asked you this?" Lin Xiang stretched out her hand and pinched the man's arm, and said with a smile, "I was talking about the last time I asked you to find out why Yuezhu's father was at odds with Shen Jianming's father."

I wonder if this person had some kind of stress reaction to Jiang Zhenghao? It's so funny.

He Hongyuan: "..."

He Hongyuan, who had rarely made trouble again, froze up and blushed, but his tanned skin was not noticeable, and only his ears were slightly red. Then he acted as if nothing had happened and said seriously, "I really haven't heard anything about this. I asked Yang Lu, and he only said that the two seemed to have had different opinions and quarrels when they were in the army, but it didn't seem like there was any deep hatred."

"That's really strange." Lin Xiang met Yuezhu yesterday and heard her say that she and her father were in a tug-of-war. They didn't quarrel, but they just refused to give in to each other.

Zhou Lu asked her to separate, but Yue Zhu firmly disagreed. Aunt Feng was currently helping her husband persuade his daughter.

"How about we invite Yuezhu's family over for dinner tomorrow, and you can help persuade them." Lin Xiang, with her status, can only speak as Aunt Feng, and Zhou Lu's nephew He Hongyuan must come. "Or you can ask what's going on and whether the knot can be untied. If it's not a big problem, it won't ruin Yuezhu's feelings."

He Hongyuan naturally didn't want to get involved in any household affairs before, but now that his wife asked, he agreed: "Okay, let's have a couple of drinks with uncle tomorrow and ask."

"Who gave you that bottle of special liquor at the Kai family's wedding last time?" Lin Xiang got up and went to look in the closet by the wall. She found the gift from Hongyuan's comrade-in-arms who had given him the gift, a bottle of white liquor. She turned around and smiled, "It's a rare opportunity for you uncle and nephew to drink..."

Before Lin Xiang finished her words, a long and loud bugle call suddenly came from outside. He Hongyuan's expression froze, and the faint smile on his face disappeared instantly. He stood up and left with a tall shadow: "The troops have an urgent mission. I will go to the assembly first. You go to bed early."

Lin Xiang had never seen such a sudden task before. She hurriedly took a few steps forward and reluctantly escorted He Hongyuan to the door. Many words were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't know what to say.

She didn't know what urgent mission the army had, so she couldn't ask. She could only say, "Then come back as soon as you're done."

"Yeah." He Hongyuan turned around and hugged Lin Xiang. His arms were strong and powerful, and his embrace was broad and warm. After a moment, he let go, turned around and trotted away.

Lin Xiang stared at the man's back until he completely disappeared from her sight.

At nine o'clock that night, He Hongyuan had not returned yet. Lin Xiang was lying on the bed bored, with a Red Flag brand radio in her arms. This radio was bought when she got married. It was a rare source of information in that era. She could tune in the antenna to listen to the radio. When Lin Xiang was resting, she liked to listen to the news and model operas in it. There were always different sounds.

Crackling, crackling... The radio often has a bad signal, especially in gloomy weather, the received signal is weak. Lin Xiang lowered her head to fiddle with the antenna, preparing to continue listening to the news, when she suddenly heard movement coming from above her head.

The voice of the director of the military family compound came out from the loud speaker: "Dear military family members, please pay attention. According to the weather station, there will be a typhoon passing by Langhua Island within a week..."

Lin Xiang's mind seemed to have flashed with a brilliant idea, and suddenly she heard the radio in her arms receive a signal, and the weather forecast reported the same news: "Typhoon No. 53 is about to pass through Phnom Penh. All units are requested to be prepared..."

The 119th Unit was very busy that night. A typhoon that had not been seen for many years was about to hit. Some of the "old men" who had experienced typhoons were much calmer and were busy preparing for the typhoon's passage. Some of the wives of soldiers who had only joined the army in recent years were curiously asking around how strong the typhoon was, with confused looks on their faces.

He Hongyuan returned home at 10 o'clock that evening. He simply said a few words and prepared to leave: "I probably won't be home for a while. You can stay at Aunt Feng's place. The three of you can stay together and take care of each other."

Because there had not been a typhoon for many years, typhoon prevention measures in many places had become unfamiliar. He Hongyuan had to accompany his comrades to provide emergency support to the personal and financial safety of the surrounding villages. At this time, it was all the people's soldiers who rushed to the front line.

Lin Xiang's heart suddenly tightened. Seeing He Hongyuan quickly find a few of his clothes from the closet and hurriedly take out the suitcase to load them, she asked again, "Are you safe? You're all going to be busy outside for a while?"

"It's safe, there won't be any big problems. We've been supporting each other like this before when typhoons hit." He Hongyuan thought that Lin Xiang came from Xifeng City, where had she seen a typhoon before? However, as her husband, he couldn't be with her at this time. He felt an indescribable guilt in his heart. "Xiangxiang, I can't be with you, but this typhoon is not as scary as you think. You can stay at home safely. Aunt Feng and Yuezhu have experience, so just listen to them."

Lin Xiang took two steps forward and threw herself into the man's arms. She put her hands around his neck, pressed her cheek against his soft neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't worry, don't worry about me. I'll be waiting for you at home!"

Facing the power and ruthlessness of nature, Lin Xiang said calmly: "You must come back safely!"

He Hongyuan nodded solemnly, his eyes firm.

Lin Xiang didn't have much luggage, so she packed a few clothes and daily necessities and left with He Hongyuan. Brigade Commander Zhou didn't go home at all, as he was commanding from the brigade headquarters. After all, the entire city of Phnom Penh and even Hai Ninh Province were within the range of the typhoon, and the entire 119th Army had to provide support.

"Aunt Feng, Yuezhu, Xiangxiang will come and live with you. Please take care of each other and stay at home as much as possible." He Hongyuan was in a hurry and left after giving a few instructions. "Uncle Zhou is busy and can't come back for the time being, so don't worry."

Feng Li had experienced this kind of situation more than once or twice, and was obviously very calm. She just reminded her nephew: "Hongyuan, you guys must be careful. We are all waiting for you to come back home."

Zhou Yuezhu's eyes were filled with worry, and she didn't care about the tug-of-war she had been having with her father for the past few days. "Cousin, please be careful. If you see my dad, tell him to be careful. I won't be angry with him anymore. Come back early."

He Hongyuan's eyes flickered, and a hint of smile appeared in his eyes: "Well, don't worry."

Before leaving, he took another deep look at his wife, and all his words turned into a short sentence: "Wait for me to come back."

"Okay!" In the dim night, the tall white figure gradually disappeared. Lin Xiang stared at the inky night sky for a long time, unwilling to move his eyes.

——

There is a lot of preparation work involved in dealing with typhoon weather, and this was Lin Xiang’s first time experiencing this.

In the next few days, the factory only maintained half of its workload. Everyone was busy reinforcing doors and windows at home, repairing the house, and stockpiling supplies. Even the factory's equipment needed to be tested and reinforced again and again to protect everyone's personal and financial safety.

On the eve of the typhoon, for several days in a row, dark clouds covered Langhua Island, the sky was gloomy, and the waves mysteriously disrupted the clear sky of the past, making the deep blue sea dangerous and strange. The calm sea seemed to be brewing a terrible storm, ready to overturn the world at any time.

"Yuezhu, Xiangxiang, Aunt Zhang is the only one at home with her daughter-in-law. Let's go over and help nail the windows." Feng Li took the two young girls and busy themselves everywhere, especially to some elderly, weak, women and children in the family compound who needed support.

Lin Xiang agreed and said, "It's not convenient for Jiang's wife to be pregnant. There are only three children at home. I will go over and help later."

Yuan Yuzhen, the director of the family home who is responsible for managing all matters related to military families, organized everyone to help each other and jointly resist the typhoon. She also took several cadres to check the doors and windows of each household to see if they were in good condition: "When a typhoon blows, it's terrible. Windows can be blown over. They must be protected with wooden boards. You can't do that. You have to nail them again."

Yuan Yuzhen stayed up for several nights in a row, and went to the radio station to use a loud speaker to announce the preventive measures for the typhoon: "The typhoon is coming, and everyone should not panic too much. We are military relatives, and we must show the ability of military relatives. Our relatives are fighting on the front line, and we cannot drag them down. We must take care of ourselves and help our neighbors. It would be best if our family can survive the typhoon safely!"

Lin Xiang learned a lot of knowledge and was very busy. She not only went to the food factory to help tie various trucks to the wall with iron chains to prevent them from being blown away by the typhoon, but also helped to nail wooden strips on the doors and windows of the office and workshop for protection. When she returned to the family compound, she remembered that Jiang Weijun's wife Song Qingya was probably alone at home, so she hurried to help: "Qingya, why don't you come with me to live at Aunt Feng's house? This house is big and you won't feel safe living alone."

Song Qingya thanked Lin Xiang for her kindness and declined, "If I were alone, I would go with you, but some of my former educated youths' camp companions want to stay with me for a few days. You know that the conditions in the educated youths' camp are poor, and the houses are made of mud and are not durable. They are quite dangerous."

Lin Xiang suddenly realized: "That's really too dangerous. Okay, you guys stay together so that you can be looked after. If you have any problems, remember to come to Zhou Lu's house and tell him. I'm always here."

"good."

At this time, five days had passed since the typhoon warning was issued and it was about to make landfall. The weather was getting increasingly gloomy and the wind was howling. Lin Xiang left quickly and couldn't help but glance at her home as she passed by. Thinking of her husband, she couldn't help but worry.

He Hongyuan is so capable, but typhoons are the ruthless and powerful force of nature. In front of nature, humans are insignificant. We can only hope that no one gets hurt and returns safely.

The soldiers were busy evacuating residents from dangerous areas. Some low-lying areas had already shown signs of disaster. The typhoon had not yet made landfall, but some thatched houses could no longer withstand the strong winds and their roofs were blown to the ground. The soldiers waded through the muddy water, carrying the people on their backs to evacuate, or helped reinforce the houses and the people's most precious cattle sheds, together creating a safe haven.

Figures in white military uniforms shuttled back and forth, without stopping for a moment.

When Lin Xiang passed by her next-door neighbor Jiang Wenfang's house, she also went to say a few words: "Sister-in-law Jiang, are you and the three girls okay at home? Do you want to move out?"

"Okay, you just need to help reinforce the doors and windows that day." Jiang Wenfang is in good health. Although she is already eight months pregnant, she is not in too much pain. Her parents-in-law were originally going to the island at the end of the month to take care of their daughter-in-law during childbirth, but now they have to put it on hold. "I don't move around much now, so it's better for me to stay at home. Lingling and the others are smart, don't worry."

"Okay, let me know if there's anything."

Lin Xiang felt more and more uneasy. He looked up at the sky which seemed to be torn into several holes. The day became like night, and there were bright cracks in the deep blue sky. A strong wind blew past, half bending the surrounding palm trees and causing the leaves of the coconut trees to sway wildly.

After returning to Zhou's house quickly, Feng Li hurriedly closed the door, locked it twice, and pushed the chest against the door: "We have a lot of food stored at home, so we should not go out for a while. I think it was too scary that day, and I think a typhoon will come soon."

Zhou Yuezhu held Lin Xiang's arm, and the two young girls looked out the window, feeling worried that a storm was about to come.

Lin Xiang was woken up in the middle of the night. A violent storm was coming, and the sound was as fierce as the howling of ghosts, and the glass windows were slamming.

Lin Xiang had never seen such force and intensity before. It seemed as if the entire house was about to be overturned!

After quickly debugging the radio, the only one who could receive information from the outside world, Lin Xiang finally heard an emergency news broadcast accompanied by a crackling sound in the weak signal: "Typhoon No. 53...hiss...is approaching, enter the first level of alert...hiss...hiss...Attention to all units, all personnel please do not go out..."