A strong wind accompanied the heavy rain. Lu Wuyai was not afraid of the rain. The rain falling on him was like being soaked in seawater; he could even absorb the moisture from it and condense it into a golden core.
But the strong winds made him very uncomfortable. Typhoons not only have very high wind speeds, but they also have another painful characteristic: they come suddenly.
In other words, sometimes the wind was so strong that Lu Wuyai had to walk against the wind with his back bent, and sometimes the wind suddenly subsided, making him stagger.
In short, he staggered to school.
The school was covered by walls and buildings, and the wind was still strong, blowing people around.
As soon as Lu Wuyai entered the school, he saw Lu Wuyai standing at the classroom door, her arms tightly crossed over her chest, her face filled with terror.
"Either go to the dorm or go back to the classroom; you can stay here and watch the wind."
Upon seeing him, Lü Zhizi's tense expression relaxed somewhat. She instinctively grabbed Lu Wuyai's arm and said loudly, "The wind is too strong, I dare not go out."
Lu Wuyai said, "Then you go back to the classroom."
Lu Wuyai said, feeling wronged, "Keke, but just as I locked the door, a strong gust of wind blew in and startled me, so I threw the key away..."
Lu Wuyai was persuaded.
He wanted to kick open the door to go to the classroom, but when he looked up at the sea from the mountainside, his expression changed drastically after just one glance. He quickly reached out and grabbed Lu Wuyai's shoulder, shouting, "Hurry up, grab me, let's go to my house."
The wind was strong and powerful, and rocks flew everywhere.
Looking out from the mountainside, you can see the sea. Before, when you looked at the sea from here, it was a tranquil expanse. Now, however, it's completely different. Huge waves are rolling in, as if they intend to destroy the earth.
The trees on the mountain rustled and crackled, some of their trunks were bent crooked by the wind, like a bow with infinite power, but still could not withstand the gale and straightened their branches.
The rain poured down, the thick curtain of rain quickly limiting visibility. Flat roads began to flood, raindrops pattering on the surface and creating bubbles. The whole world seemed to be filled with water.
Lu Zhizi, though timid, said loudly, "I have the key to the dormitory, let's go to the dormitory."
Lu Wuyai said, "No, let's go down the mountain. It's too dangerous for someone to be on the mountain alone. Besides, the campus has its own independent circuit, and there's bound to be a problem with the circuit in this kind of weather. Let's go down the mountain."
There was no food on the mountain, and no one knew how long the typhoon would last. The weather was cold, and they had to rely on food to replenish their energy.
Lu Wuyai still needed to take a hot bath. Her daughter and her family were exposed to such wind and rain. If she didn't take a hot bath soon, she would inevitably fall seriously ill later.
He didn't mention the biggest problem, for fear of scaring Lu Wuyai. That was because of the shape of the mountain, the airflow blocking the mountain might form a tornado at sea. Once that thing appeared, staying on the mountain would be almost like staying in the underworld.
He bent down, holding Lu Wuyai in his arms, and struggled down the mountain against the wind: "Hold me tight. You really can make someone fly over here."
The wind is too strong on the mountain.
Little Earl (the dog) is small in stature, with very little surface area exposed to the wind, and it is always on all fours, so typhoons have little to do with it.
It didn't care about the weather; it happily wagged its tail and ran around.
Later, it found a steep wall where the wind was strongest, so it ran over, opened its mouth, and flicked its tongue.
Lu Wuyai cried out in terror, "Little Earl (dog), come back. Come back."
Hearing the roar, the little count (dog) turned around and jumped around, but the ground was covered in rainwater. As soon as it landed, it lost its footing. It slipped and fell off the steep wall.
Lu Wuyai was startled, and even more startled: "Little Earl (dog), oh dear, how could Little Earl (dog) be like this? Quickly, save him!"
The two were startled, both frightened and worried. Just as they reached the steep wall, a furry head suddenly appeared on the mountain path, and Little Earl (the dog) came bounding up...
Lu Wuyai's face darkened: "Is it a reinforced iron frame?"
Lu Wuyai was also surprised. The little count (dog) fell from here and was fine. It was a typhoon day, and the steep wall was three to four meters high, with a base made entirely of granite.
Running up to it, the little count (dog) shook itself off. It was covered in mud and water, without a trace of mud, and its fur was as shiny as before.
"Dependence!" Lu Wuyai couldn't help but curse.
The mountain road was rugged and slippery, and the rain kept falling, making it difficult to settle down.
The little count (dog) ran up and down the stairs unhurriedly. Sometimes he would slip and tumble down many steps, but he was fine. He would get up, shake his head, and keep running.
Lu Wuyai and Lu Wuyai simply ignored it and let it run wild. It was practically a steel dog.
Normal animals aren't that resilient, Lu Wuyai suddenly wondered if this was related to the drop of gold he had fed it a couple of days ago.
Thinking of the Golden Emperor and the Golden Elixir, I stupidly cursed in my heart.
The weather was uncooperative, and the wind was strong, making it difficult for them to move. So why didn't he use the power of the Golden Core?
The golden core inverted, and a drop of gold gushed out. This time, Lu Wuyai wanted to strengthen himself. After the golden droplet appeared, it immediately transformed into golden water droplets, rushing to various parts of his body.
A surge of power coursed through every part of his body, making it easier for him to land on the ground again, and he could no longer withstand the oncoming gust of wind.
He led Lu Wuyai down the mountain step by step, when suddenly a thin figure rushed out: "Uncle Yang, Teacher Lu, raincoat."
Lu Wuyai looked and saw that it was Wang Ming, who had been waiting for them at the village entrance with a raincoat when he got home.
They took Lu Zhizi and Wang Ming home.
Lu Wuyai asked, "How's your old house? Can it withstand a storm?"
Lu Wuyai laughed and said, "In this respect, seaweed houses are much better than brick houses. Don't worry, my old house is very wind-resistant."
After returning home, he first checked on the solar water heater.
The weather was overcast and the water temperature in the water heater was not high, so he switched to electric heating and told Lu Wuyai to take a shower first.
The little count (dog) found a puddle and rolled in it. As the torrential rain turned the low-lying area into small lakes, he was overjoyed. Water dogs naturally love this kind of heavy rain.
The TV at home still had a signal, so Lu Wuyai turned it on to check the weather news.
Coastal radio stations were the first to monitor and report on the typhoon, and the Central Meteorological Observatory designated it as 1205. This means that this typhoon is the fifth large tropical cyclone to make landfall on a certain island in mainland China this year.
Subsequently, an international news channel in the island region also reported on the typhoon. The island region's hurricane forecasting center and the Joint Typhoon Warning Center in Guam paid attention to this major storm and named it Betty.
"The Yankees are disgusting," O'Neal said, watching the news. "This typhoon is so powerful, they even gave it a girl's name."
Lu Wuyai said with a smile, "The names that people in a certain field on a certain island gave to the standard storm are all female names, a total of 84, all of them female names. Firstly, they are easy to remember, and secondly, because the image of women is gentle. This is to soothe the emotions of the victims."
Suddenly, O'Neal said, "Oh, the Yankees are really strange."
This typhoon has garnered attention both within and outside the island, demonstrating its immense power.
This typhoon is good for inland areas, but it's troublesome for coastal areas because it creates a storm surge.
This may be related to the coincidence of the low tide last month. The normal tidal pattern was disrupted, and the tropical cyclone caused abnormal changes in the tidal level under the combined effects of land winds and low pressure.
Storm surges cause abnormally high tide levels along the coast, with seawater flowing back in and waves becoming fierce, exceeding the normal typhoon tide level by one or two meters.
The naval forces stationed in Hongyang were also mobilized. They rushed to various villages to help people fight the storm and save lives and property.
As the storm surge arrived, some of the village's old houses could no longer withstand the force. Some roofs were ripped off, and some courtyard walls were knocked down. The disaster struck suddenly.
Seeing the young naval soldiers working tirelessly in the wind and rain, Lu Wuyai couldn't bear it any longer, so he called Li Zhiyi and asked him to mobilize the young and middle-aged people in the village to help.
He uses a large pot to cook steaming hot seafood porridge, keeping the fire burning 24 hours a day, constantly adding water and ingredients so that it can be eaten anytime.
The storm surge raged along the coast for two full days before receding. As soon as the weather returned to normal, the young soldiers, who had worked hard for two days, saluted the indigenous residents, then lined up to board the ship and return to the naval base.
The indigenous residents watched as the military speedboats sailed away from the island's trade port, and Hou Banshuang and a group of children imitated soldiers and saluted the troops.
The little count (dog) mingled in the crowd, scratching at his eye with one paw, and everyone who saw him complimented him, saying, "You look like a dog."
After the storm surge, the afterglow of the typhoon still raged on the sea, but the land was safe and people were busy with their work.
Women and children were busy clearing the fields at home, while the men hurriedly pushed the boats out. Those needing maintenance and repair were getting ready to go out to sea.
After a typhoon, there will always be fish.
As soon as the wind and waves on the sea subsided, countless fishing boats emerged from various villages in Gantan Town, including motorcycles, wooden boats, and sampans, with every household busy fishing.
This job really depends on 'catching'. When storm surges come crashing in, creating huge waves in the ocean, they drive large numbers of fish hidden on the seabed to the surface. That's when the harvest is easiest.
Early in the morning, Lu Wuyai got up and was preparing to cook. Gu Yuxin ran over and gave him a few steamed buns, saying, "My mom made steamed buns, stuffed with mutton, they're delicious, eat up, then we'll go out to sea."
After a storm, the villages would unite, using the catch as a unit.
Lu Wuyai picked up the steamed buns and followed Gu Yuxin out: "Let's go."
Li Zhiyi's dragon boat was about to set off, surrounded by twenty or thirty fishing boats. From a distance, it looked like a place where thousands of boats were vying for a piece of the pie.
The dragon head is the flagship for catching fish. Li Zhijie, full of energy, held up a megaphone and shouted, "Everyone must revolve around me and unite around the dragon head. Under my leadership, everyone must work together..."
Gu Yuxin shouted, "Island Master, stop with the nonsense and tell me how we're going to divide the fish we caught this year when we went out to sea together."
Li Zhijie glared at him and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? We haven't caught anything yet..."
"Then let's talk about how to divide it."
"That's right. Last year when you were plundering the catch, you picked the big fish and shrimp onto the boat first, leaving us with a bunch of dead fish and rotten shrimp."
"Yes, that won't work this year. So let's talk about how to distribute the catch."
The indigenous residents chattered away, interrupting him abruptly.
Li Zhijie was furious. He patted the side of the boat and said, "What are you doing? Rebels."
He had been the island's lord for many years and still held some authority. His scolding of them immediately deflated the indigenous residents.
Lu Wuyai didn't like this: "Alright, island lord, let's get down to business. Stop pretending. Let's talk about how to divide the catch first, then hurry up and go into the sea. Otherwise, you won't even get to eat hot shit."
Li Zhijie's eyes widened as he asked, "How are we divided? My number is the flagship, right? Of course, I have to choose first. I used the most fuel, put in the most effort, and shared the most, so it's okay, right?"
“You’ll get the most points, no problem, but to what extent?” Lu Wuyai asked.
Li Zhijie waved his hand impatiently and said, "Fine, we'll divide it according to the tonnage of the ships, but I'll choose first."
Lu Wuyai ate the last bite of the bun and said disdainfully, "It's really pretty, then go pick it yourself. We're not going on your boat. Let's go, we'll get off the boat ourselves. Anyway, we're not going to the deep sea today."
“Okay, we’ll go with Brother Yang.” The indigenous residents responded in unison.
Li Zhijie was dumbfounded. He quickly said, "Ma Gobi is real. Please do it. Don't do anything reckless. Yangzi, how are you going to divide it?"
Lu Wuyai said, "No matter what we catch, let's divide the money per person. The fuel cost will be the same for everyone, and you'll get an extra thousand yuan for your boat's labor costs, okay?"
Li Zhijie was furious: "That's a great idea!"
“Then let’s go out to sea ourselves. Let’s go.” Gu Yuxin jumped onto the fishing boat and prepared to set off.
The indigenous residents followed him closely. Li Qianxin, who was on the dragon head, took Li Zhijie's arm and said, "Forget about the island lord. Don't act like a bastard with knowledge. Let's go out on our own."
However, Li Zhijie knew that catching fish required the strength of the masses; going it alone would be inefficient and yield little results.
He stomped his feet angrily and shouted, "Alright, alright, Yangzi, do as you say, hurry up, Mag, this matter is delayed."
Hearing this, everyone cheered. In the past, when they caught fish, they were always working for Li Zhijie. This time, they finally earned money.
The fishing boats at sea led the way, while the other fishing boats, such as the Longtouhao, dispersed and entered the sea in a fan shape.
As soon as they set sail, the fleet encountered a school of sea bass, including white bass and black bass. The school of fish floated densely on the surface of the water, and Lu Wuyai spotted them at a glance.
He maneuvered the fishing boat around a bend, then sped up to check on the fish. Centering on the dragon head behind him, several fishing nets were simultaneously cast, surrounding the school of fish.
The hard work began; working at sea is no easy task.
As soon as the fishing net was cast, Gu Yuxin cleared her throat and shouted, "Come on, fishermen, young and old alike, let's fight together!"
After he finished speaking, he shouted loudly, "Hello! Hello!"
From other boats came shouts of indigenous people: "Hello! Ha!"
Gu Yuxin continued shouting, "People are like iron."
The roar of other ships continued: "Hello. Ha!"
"Food is steel." "Hey ha!"
"Casting a net isn't a good idea." (Hey ha!)
"A strange bag." "Hey ha!"
“Call that boy. Hey ha.”
"Push harder." "Hey ha!"
"Don't just think about it. Heh heh."
"Hey young lady. Hello there. Hey, hey, hello there."
This is a fisherman's song at sea. Like a fisherman's song, it is part of the fisherman's culture. However, fishermen's songs are used to pass the time and express emotions; this particular fisherman's song is used to shout while working.
Fishermen's work is quite arduous, especially tasks such as pushing boats, pulling boats, hoisting sails, anchoring, dragging masts, setting nets, and surfing the nets.
At this time, loud and powerful work chants become essential, as they can inspire people to unleash their explosive power. Fishermen chant these songs whenever there is a group activity.
Gu Yuxin had a rough yet beautiful voice. He was the lead singer of the village song. Everyone else sang along, including Lu Wuyai.
As the song played, fishing nets were cast into the sea one by one. After fishing a few times, the nets began to be pulled in. At this point, the work songs became louder, because most boats didn't have winches and had to pull the nets by hand. It was even more tiring.
It was time to pull in the nets. The fishermen took off their vests and began the work. Gu Yuxin called out, "Yang Zi, do you want to come and help?"
Lu Wuyai laughed, "Haha, it's all up to you now, Fugui, hurry up and pull up the net, call it 'Fight the Black Tide'!"
He didn't mince words; he really wasn't good at it. Fishermen's chants demand a high level of skill from the lead singer: a loud voice, a strong rhythm, and a highly infectious tone.
In contrast, Gu Yuxin was right. He didn't refuse. After listening to Lu Wuyai's words, he said loudly, "Okay. No problem."
Fishermen use different work calls depending on the needs of their production projects, such as short calls, riding calls, line calls, long-pump calls, anchor calls, tent calls, mast calls, net-pulling calls, boat calls, boat numbers, lever calls, hook calls, and packing calls.
Previously, they would use a very short number as their offline address, just a few characters, and then start recruiting more users...
Hello, hello, "Hey ha"
"Don't do that. Hold on tighter to the rope." "Hey ha!"
"Don't do that. Pull harder." "Hey ha!"
"Don't do that. Did the fish go back to the cabin?" "Hey ha!"
"Hey, I'm here..." "Wow. Xiao Wang. Xiao Wang."
After a day of buffering, the typhoon's impact completely subsided by evening.
The sun, which had been absent for many days, reappeared in the sky, and fiery red clouds covered half the sky, as if a fire had ignited the white clouds, turning the sea surface red as a reflection.
As the sun set, the fleet from Coconut Grove Village sailed toward the trading post on Red Sun Island. Their harvest was plentiful today; their granaries were overflowing, and they had to sell it all before nightfall.
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