It was only a little over an hour's voyage home, so no one went to sleep. Instead, they stayed at the bow of the ship, enjoying the sea breeze and chatting.
As we chatted, the conversation drifted to typhoons.
Since learning about the typhoon yesterday morning, everyone has been paying extra attention to the weather forecast.
Yesterday's weather forecasts at noon, afternoon, and evening repeatedly reported on the typhoon, noting that its path had not yet changed and that the winds were intensifying.
"The typhoon is going to make landfall tomorrow, the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the day after tomorrow, the second day. I don't know how many days it will take for the typhoon's effects to subside."
"With such a strong typhoon, and being right in the eye of the storm, it will probably last at least five or six days."
"Then we'll have to rest for a while. The next time we go out to sea won't be until after the seventh or eighth of the month."
"After resting for such a long time, people will become rusty."
"What can we do? It's like God is determined to bring a typhoon. What can we do? The best thing we can do is pray that the typhoon will change direction in the next couple of days and not head towards us."
"I think it's unlikely..."
Then, everyone started talking about how typhoons had been in previous years, and how they would go back and check the roof, and reinforce the tiles...
Everyone's face was filled with worry about the typhoon.
Every fisherman on the coast knows the power of a typhoon.
Every year, families suffer losses due to typhoons, and some even lose their lives.
Especially super typhoons of level 17 or higher, those are really deadly.
Feng Ye listened quietly without participating, but he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
Fortunately, his house was newly built and didn't have a tiled roof, so there was no need to worry about it leaking.
If we still live in the old house, even if the roof tiles won't be blown off by the typhoon, it will definitely leak.
It's raining heavily outside, and it's not getting any cooler inside either; I won't be able to sleep tonight.
He was thinking of having his parents move into his house in the next couple of days, and then seeing what they thought after the typhoon passed.
The old house is uninhabitable during typhoons.
However, there is a problem with the new house: the terrain is too low.
With such a strong typhoon, the waves it generates must be exceptionally large, and seawater intrusion is likely inevitable.
He remembered that the resort he had visited in his previous life had been flooded by seawater. He couldn't recall the exact typhoon level, but it certainly wasn't small.
It's probably uninhabitable on the first floor; we'll have to move to the second floor.
Even more critically, what about the goods in the warehouse? If they get soaked in seawater, they'll all be ruined.
That would be a huge loss.
Other cheap goods are fine, but those valuable dried squid can't be soaked.
Thinking of this, Feng Ye decided that once he got back, he would quickly move the dried squid and other valuable goods from the warehouse to the second floor.
He, his older brother, and Ah-chan each received a small share; that should be enough to settle things.
If there's still room, we'll put some other goods there.
As for the remaining items that cannot be placed, the only option is to try to elevate them as much as possible to reduce the losses.
His experience from two lifetimes taught him that he must not let his guard down when a typhoon passes by, and that he must be fully prepared.
Even if it turns out to be a waste of time, it has to be done; it's much better than doing nothing at all.
Natural disasters are merciless; people can only do their best to prevent and respond to them.
...
Because a typhoon was approaching, they did not anchor in the deep water outside the village.
Since we didn't bring any groceries back this time, we drove straight to the island's safe harbor, Lujia Village Wharf, and docked.
At this time, many fishing boats of all sizes were already moored at Lujia Village Wharf.
Fishing boats were also moving toward the dock one after another on the sea.
There are quite a few fishing boats on the island, with a total of one or two hundred of them, both large and small.
Before a typhoon arrives, they would drive to Lujiacun Wharf to take shelter from the wind.
The dock was bustling with activity at this time, filled with busy fishermen.
Some were inspecting the boat, some were tidying up the debris on board, and others were reinforcing the mooring lines...
In short, everything is in preparation for the typhoon to ensure that ships can safely weather it.
After the Dong Sheng came to a stop, everyone got busy.
After working for more than half an hour, we finally got everything ready.
"Let's go home."
After paying Ye Chenliang and the others their commission for the voyage and their wages for the month, Feng Ye disembarked with his luggage.
The others also packed their things and left the dock.
The same applies to the Harvest ship on the other side.
The group walked along the winding mountain road toward Dongtou Village at the other end.
The sea breeze blew in my face, carrying a touch of coolness and a hint of saltiness.
Along the way, no one spoke much; everyone was eager to get home and walked very fast.
...
After having breakfast, Ye Qingling washed clothes at the door, occasionally gazing at the distant sea.
The Dong Sheng has been away for so long, tomorrow is the first day of the lunar new year, and a typhoon is coming. It's about time it came back.
Unexpectedly, instead of seeing the Dong Sheng ship return, she spotted Feng Ye and his group in the direction of the dock, which put her at ease.
When Feng Ye and Ye Chenliang arrived at their doorstep, she asked them somewhat strangely, "How come you suddenly appeared at the dock? I didn't see you come back."
"The typhoon is coming, so we'll dock right at Lujia Village to avoid having to drive back again."
"Oh, I see. That explains why I didn't see a boat."
Ye Qingling nodded in sudden realization, then asked, "Have you had breakfast? I'll go cook something for you."
"No need, we've already eaten."
As Feng Ye spoke, he put down his luggage and turned to go into the workshop to take a look, only to find that the dried squid stored in the warehouse was gone.
He immediately became suspicious. Could it be that they were all sold out during the more than half a month he was at sea?
That shouldn't be the case.
Based on the previous shipping speed, it's impossible for all the goods to be sold out so quickly.
Unless you're only selling your own squid during this period and not buying any other dried squid from other vendors to sell.
He went back home and asked Ye Qingling, who was doing laundry, "Qingling, where did the dried squid go? Are they all sold out?"
"It can't be that fast. There are still a lot left to sell."
Ye Qingling continued without looking up, "Yesterday morning, when we learned that a typhoon was coming, we were worried that seawater would flood in, so Dad and Uncle Ling took it to the county for storage."
Feng Ye was stunned for a moment, and at the same time felt a little annoyed.
He really hadn't thought of transferring it to shops in the county.
Fortunately, his father and Feng Jialing thought of this and promptly transferred the goods away.
In this way, the second floor of their three houses is effectively empty, allowing them to move all the cheap goods over.
It's very likely that this typhoon will cause no damage at all.
Immediately, he called on Feng Xuan, A Can, and Ye Chenliang, and like ants moving house, they moved the goods in the warehouse back and forth.
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