Chapter 269 Little Crane, Little Phoenix
Typhoon trajectories are inherently unpredictable, so it's a good thing that it turned around and left.
The fewer natural disasters occur, the less impact they have on Haicheng.
However, the strong winds and heavy rains that occurred before the typhoon turned still caused considerable damage.
Several trees in the courtyard of the Marshal's Mansion had fallen, and the spacious courtyard was covered with broken branches and fallen leaves. Last night, a window was blown out, and heavy rain blew in. The floor was soaked, the furniture was blown over, and the whole place was in a mess.
The servants at the Marshal's Mansion have been busy tidying up all day.
Mao Mao ran around helping out, her short legs clattering as her tiny figure appeared in every corner of the Marshal's Mansion.
The big white cat, which had disappeared all night, suddenly appeared from some corner, its little paws pattering, running around behind Mao Mao.
Lou Hongjian drove out to check on his gallery, and returned half a day later to report on the situation outside.
His gallery was doing alright because he had received the news in advance and made full preparations. Yesterday, he also gave all his staff the day off. When he went back today, he found that only the trees outside the gallery had fallen.
"It rained so hard yesterday that several roads were flooded because they were in low-lying areas. The trees along the roads were also blown down, making it difficult to drive. I ended up walking across them," Lou Hongjian said, pulling up his wet trousers as he walked through the water.
“Be careful when you go out. Quite a few houses have been blown down, and I heard that several factories have been flooded,” Lou Hongjian said. “The one who suffered the most damage seems to be that man named Ito. He had a warehouse full of fabric, but the warehouse leaked and all the fabric got soaked.”
Lou Hongjian spoke of this with a hint of schadenfreude.
After all, he didn't have a very good impression of that Ito.
The first wife was more concerned: "What about the others? How are they?"
He shook his head: "I only saw the situation on the street; most shops were open as usual."
But just hearing what he said is already worrying.
While feeling worried, I also breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the typhoon changed course and did not actually make landfall in Haicheng; otherwise, Haicheng would have suffered a much greater disaster.
The strong winds and heavy rains before the landfall alone caused suffering to many people.
Mao Mao listened attentively to him, then tilted her little head up and obediently asked, "Brother, are there any roasted sweet potatoes for sale on the street?"
Lou Hongjian recalled: "Hmm... I think I saw that in the places where the roads weren't flooded, quite a few stalls had set up shop."
"Um!"
Mao Mao was relieved.
"What? You want some?"
Mao Mao shook her head: "Give it to Mao Mao."
Everyone quickly recalled the story they had told the night before.
Lou Hongjian's peach blossom eyes curved into a smile: "How about this, we'll have braised pork for Mao Mao for lunch too, okay? We'll have the kitchen make it for you."
With a bright smile, Mao Mao replied loudly, "Okay!"
With the temptation of braised pork in his mouth, Mao Mao worked even harder and with more energy.
Even after the storm, the weather remained hot. After running for a short while, she was covered in sweat, her hair damp and sticking to her fair face.
Everyone is very busy today.
Although the typhoon has passed, things have not slowed down, and Lou Dashuai and others are busy dealing with the aftermath.
Not to mention the flooded roads, broken trees, and collapsed houses in the city, the crops in the fields, which were already unstable due to the previous heat, were washed away by the heavy rain, causing damage to many fields. The heavy rain also caused mudslides, and there were traces of disaster everywhere.
In the aftermath of the disaster, in addition to reconstruction, it's also important to carry out disinfection to prevent the spread of malaria. The doctors and nurses in the hospital are extremely busy.
The first wife also took the other wives out to charity events, while the old lady of the house, who had difficulty walking, stayed at home.
Mao Mao then stood on a small stool and called her friends one by one to ask about the situation.
"Hello? Uncle, it's me, Mao Mao."
"Miss Mao Mao," Nie Zhengyun said with a smile, holding the microphone, "The typhoon is over. How was your day yesterday? Did it scare you?"
Mao Mao nodded her little head vigorously, wishing the person on the other end of the phone could see: "Uncle, there was a really loud thunder yesterday, I was so scared! Uncle, did you hear it?"
Nie Zhengyun replied without changing his expression, "That's right, I was terrified too."
The subordinate standing next to him: "..."
Mao Mao quickly comforted him: "Uncle, don't be afraid, the strong wind has passed. My brother even told me a story and said he would make braised pork for me at noon. Uncle, you can have roasted sweet potatoes and braised pork too."
"good."
Then call Shen Zhaolin.
Shen Zhaolin was in a flurry of activity.
"...The glass in my study is broken, and many books are soaked in water. I'm busy drying them." He said with distress, "And many of the flowers and plants in my yard that were planted in the ground have been broken by the wind."
Mao Mao immediately became extremely concerned: "What should we do?!"
"I'll see if I can save him. Zhuo Xian and Zhuo Ying have come to help me too."
A scream came from the other end of the phone, indicating that something had happened.
Shen Zhaolin said hurriedly, "Mao Mao, I have to go check on the situation now."
"Goodbye, Uncle."
It was a complete mess everywhere, and it took several days to tidy up the house.
The flowerpots that had been brought inside were moved out again, the broken trees were removed, and new trees were planted. Except for the flowers in the flowerbeds being blown away and left bare, the yard was restored to its original appearance.
The sparrows that Lou Hongjian had adopted could finally return to the trees.
Lou Hongjian held the bird's nest, looking rather reluctant to part with it.
After a few days, he had developed a strong attachment to the place.
Moreover, ever since he started keeping birds, Mao Mao has been coming to play with him every day.
The little sparrows are kept on his balcony. Every morning, after Mao Mao finishes breakfast, the first thing he does is run upstairs to see his brother.
Lou Hongjian and his wife lived on the third floor. Whenever Mao Mao ran upstairs, the big white cat would run out of his wife's room and follow behind with its tail wagging.
Lou Hongjian opened the door, let his sister in, and then ruthlessly shut the big white cat out.
"Meow—" The big white cat scratched at the door from the outside, its claws scraping against the door panel, making a piercing sound: "Meow—"
But Mao Mao could only apologize to her friends for the time being.
She happily ran to see the little sparrows, grabbed a handful of millet to feed them, and watched the fluffy little sparrows huddled together, a cluster of fluffy tufts.
The birds are growing very fast.
When they were first found, they were all small and frail, only able to stay in their nests. In the blink of an eye, the feathers on their wings gradually grew fuller, and they began to tentatively learn to take flight.
Presumably, in a few days, they will soon flap their wings and fly away, becoming one of the many sparrows.
Lou Hongjian was quite reluctant to part with him.
After the typhoon, the plan to go on a summer vacation at a villa was put back on the agenda.
Lou Hongjian not only carried his own luggage, but also took the bird's nest with him.
"Ah Hong, are you taking the bird with you?"
"What's wrong? Grandma brought a cat too." Feeling the watchful gaze of the big white cat in Grandma Lou's arms, Lou Hongjian cautiously protected his bird's nest. "If we don't take it with us, they might fly away when we come back."
"I've raised them for so many days, we even went through a typhoon together, they're so good to me, I can't bear to part with them." Lou Hongjian said, scratching the head of his pet sparrows: "You can't bear to part with them either, right, Xiao Yan?"
Lou Yansui looked up: "?"
Little sparrow: "Chirp chirp!"
Lou Yansui: "..."
It turned out to be birdsong.
Lou Yansui: "Third Brother, isn't this a sparrow?"
"What's wrong with a sparrow? How do you know it doesn't want to be a swallow?" Lou Hongjian said confidently, pointing to another sparrow and saying, "Look at this one, Mao Mao even named it Little Bird. Calling it Little Swallow is much better than Little Bird."
Mao Mao: "Huh?"
Lou Yansui: "..."
Lou Yansui silently withdrew her gaze.
How could Third Brother have the nerve to complain about his name that day?
Lou Hongjian then patted the heads of the other little sparrows: "And you, Little Crane, Little Phoenix."
The little sparrows: "Chirp chirp chirp!"
Lou Yansui: "?"
Lou Heming: "?"
Lou Fengju: "..."
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