Chapter 265 The Bird Calls the Bird
Lou Fengju quickly made several phone calls.
Just as the previous cold wave could not be accurately predicted, the current meteorological station is also unable to accurately observe the typhoon's route and wind force.
Lou Fengju made the call, and soon people started paying attention.
Unlike cold waves, which are rare occurrences, Haicheng experiences typhoons every year, causing countless losses, as recorded in the local chronicles. Hearing that a strong typhoon might be approaching, everyone became alert.
Because Haicheng experiences strong typhoons every year, it has long had a series of mature disaster prevention measures. Although they lack sophisticated scientific methods, the people of this land have rich experience and can predict natural disasters by observing celestial phenomena and unusual animal behavior. When strong winds are about to form at sea, fishing boats will stop going out to sea, and people will reinforce buildings, seal doors and windows, and stay at home.
But that's far from enough.
A typhoon that Mao Mao deems "no good" is definitely not one that can be avoided simply by dodging.
Lou Fengju finished his phone call and went out. He started his car and drove towards the Military and Political Affairs Office.
Neither Lou Fengju nor Commander Lou returned home that night. The lights in the military and political office stayed on all night.
The Lou family members were also filled with anxiety.
Is a typhoon really coming?
As the first wife spoke, she glanced worriedly in the direction of Mao Mao.
Mao Mao is playing with the little bird with her brother.
Lou Hongjian had given up on sending the birds away. He had already heard about the typhoon, and since a typhoon was coming, he certainly couldn't let the birds out.
Otherwise, if a strong wind blows, these little birds that can't even fly will be blown away somewhere.
Not to mention the bird's nest he made himself, which might be blown to smithereens by a typhoon.
Lou Hongjian decided to adopt the birds himself.
"I keep them on my balcony, and when a typhoon comes, I'll move them inside. I'll feed them every day from now on," Lou Hongjian said, muttering to himself, "Other people keep parrots or mynas, but I'm keeping sparrows."
That sounds really embarrassing.
But this was a task assigned by Mao Mao, so what could the older brother do?
Let's raise it!
The big white cat jumped onto the chair, then onto the table, and stretched out its paws to paw at the bird's nest. However, before it could even touch it, Lou Hongjian swiftly picked it up and threw it to the ground.
“They’re birds under my protection, don’t even think about it.” After scolding the cat, Lou Hongjian said to his sister, “I usually keep the door closed, so Grandma’s cat definitely can’t get in.”
Meow~~~~
Mao Mao was overjoyed, her little hands cupping her chubby chin, her little feet dangling in the air as she swung back and forth.
"Brother, can I come to your place to see the birds often in the future?"
“Of course.” Lou Hongjian raised his chin. “I can also let you name these little birds.”
"Wow!"
Mao Mao reached out and touched the little bird's head. The little bird she had rescued was the closest to her, nudging her finger with its fluffy head. Mao Mao grinned, a sweet smile spreading across her face.
“Let’s call it Little Bird!” Mao Mao said.
Lou Hongjian: "..."
Lou Hongjian tried to change the name: "Mao Mao, they were originally birds, weren't they?"
Mao Mao said matter-of-factly, "They are sparrows, brother."
Lou Hongjian: "..."
Lou Hongjian caught a glimpse of the large white cat beside him out of the corner of his eye.
Old Madam Lou's cat originally had a name. But ever since it came to the Lou family, Mao Mao has been calling it "Mao Mao" every day. Over time, it has come to only recognize the name "Mao Mao".
He wisely swallowed his words, not reminding Mao Mao that there were several other birds whose names hadn't been chosen yet.
Let him handle the naming!
The first wife withdrew her gaze from her children.
Since Mao Mao said a typhoon was coming, it must be true.
A look of worry appeared on her face.
Who living in Haicheng doesn't know the dangers of typhoons? Even Xia Xiaoxiang, who has only lived in Haicheng for a few years, has experienced a typhoon.
“Before, when Mao Mao and I lived together, the house we lived in was small and dilapidated,” Xia Xiaoxiang said. “The second year we moved in, a really strong wind blew, and that’s when the roof broke. If the wind had been even stronger, wouldn’t it have blown the roof away?”
The other wives were also worried.
The second concubine said, "That's right. I remember when I was little, there was a big typhoon. The trees in front of my house were all blown down, and the water went into the house. It was as deep as my calves. Our whole family was busy scooping water out of the house."
First wife: "This is considered good. My hometown suffered from floods, and many people died."
Old Madam Lou also said with a stern face: "I remember it too, there were over a thousand dead and injured."
The third concubine gasped, "Is it that dangerous?"
This isn't a cold wave; enough charcoal and cotton will suffice to weather it.
How can human strength contend with the power of nature? No matter how capable Commander Lou is, he cannot move people and things from their original locations out of thin air. Even with the best preparations, all preparations will be crushed in the face of a hurricane.
People can temporarily evacuate, but what about the houses? The fields? The trees?
People depend on the land for survival, and their houses are built brick by brick with painstaking effort. A tree takes countless years to grow from a sapling. If everything were to vanish, how would ordinary people, already struggling in this difficult world, possibly survive?
Xia Xiaoxiang felt the heaviest.
Although she did not personally experience the storm, she did suffer from the disaster.
She was sold as a child bride because her hometown suffered a disaster.
“If I were to donate again, I wouldn’t have the money,” Xia Xiaoxiang said. “I’ve saved some more in the last six months.”
The third concubine rolled her eyes at her: "With your meager possessions, you can keep them for yourself. You're always digging holes like a mouse, but I've never seen you leave anything for yourself."
Xia Xiaoxiang immediately raised her eyebrows: "Qin Zhenzhen, who are you calling a rat!"
The third concubine said matter-of-factly, "I'm talking to you, so what?"
Xia Xiaoxiang: "..."
The second concubine tried to smooth things over, saying, "Alright, you two, what time is it for you to be arguing?"
"Exactly, the typhoon hasn't even hit yet, so we don't know how strong it will be."
"Just like last winter, we are prepared, and everything will definitely be fine."
"Good people are always blessed by heaven. I think the people of Haicheng are all very lucky!"
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