Besides going out to find various supplies and food, the adults spent the rest of their time either training or building fortifications and air-raid shelters.
The village of Tangren is located in an area with many rocks and little land, which made it very difficult to build defensive fortifications and air-raid shelters.
Everything has its advantages and disadvantages. The difficulty in building it is a disadvantage, but once it is built, the hard stone itself becomes a natural barrier.
Surviving repeated natural disasters, those who manage to survive usually possess some kind of skill.
Among the new villagers are civil engineering experts, as well as several carpenters, bricklayers, and welders.
Despite being pieced together from various sources, the fortifications were built in a surprisingly decent manner.
While digging an air-raid shelter, they unexpectedly discovered an underground water line.
The villagers have to fetch water from a very far place, as fresh water is hard to come by, and adults and children alike are very careful with their water usage.
Limited water resources are used only for cooking and daily drinking.
Taking a bath once every one or two months and washing your face every few days is a very common thing.
The day the underground water line was discovered, the whole village was in an uproar. Everyone had a smile on their face, and the excitement made them forget the danger they were in.
Without large machinery or suitable tools, the process of digging a well was fraught with difficulties.
But human wisdom is boundless, and it can always turn the impossible into the possible.
After more than half a month of preparation, the first well in Tangren Village finally produced water.
That day, Chinatown seemed to be celebrating the Water Splashing Festival.
After a day of excitement, things finally returned to calm.
As evening approached, the sky gradually darkened.
At first, no one took it seriously. The polar day had been going on for several years, and the villagers had gotten used to the days without darkness.
The wind rises, the waves surge, and the giant waves crash against the cliff face with force.
In just over twenty minutes, the villagers watched as the 500-600 meter cliff drop was reduced to a mere 100 meters.
"Oh no, is this a tsunami? Run! It'll be too late if we don't run now."
"Tsunami, it must be a tsunami! Pack your things quickly, hurry, hurry, hurry!"
"Quickly, bring food, bedding, and a pot."
"..."
The camp was in complete chaos.
The sky grew darker and darker, and the oppressive, suffocating clouds made it hard to breathe.
Guo Qi asked Tao Dali, "Was it a tsunami?"
Tao Dali has made a living at sea for many years and knows a little about the nature of the ocean.
After observing for a while, he said with a serious expression, "It's hard to say. The tide is rising too fast, which is very abnormal. It's best to leave the shore first."
Guo Qi wasn't one to drag things out; he told He Xiao to quickly arrange for people to move the things from the warehouse.
Zuo Ling's family was also packing up. When Guo Qi came over, Zuo Ling's tent was already rolled up.
Carrying the waterfall on a snowy night, it occasionally let out a cry, which looked quite unsettling.
"Hey, Brother Pei, let us use all the vans. There's still a lot of stuff in the warehouse; it would be a shame to leave it behind."
Guo Qizhi explained his purpose.
Pei Nansheng readily tossed the van keys to Guo Qi.
"Thank you."
Looking at Zuo Ling and Xiao Hao, who were busy packing and didn't even have time to look up, he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
It's hard to say how many people in Chinatown would survive in the event of a tsunami.
Goodbye may mean being separated by life and death.
He sighed and hurried towards the warehouse.
In just a short while, it was already half dark, and the seawater was still 50 meters away from the cliff.
The wind was getting stronger, and the water droplets it blew were hitting my face.
After loading their belongings, the family of five climbed into the SUV, and Pei Nansheng was about to start it.
A woman rushed over with her child and knelt down in front of the car with a thud: "Please, take my child with you."
They didn't come earlier or later, but just when everyone was about to leave, they arrived.
Clearly, they had been eyeing my family for a long time.
In the distance, several people were holding children's hands, watching the commotion.
Zuo Ling's face darkened. How big could an off-road vehicle be? It could fit three people, two beasts, and some odds and ends. Where could it possibly fit any more people?
Even if I could fit you in, why should I? Just because you're weak, does that mean I have to save you?
If you save your son, what about someone else's child? Should you save them or not?
"Do you think there's any room left in my car?"
The woman ignored her completely and kept kowtowing.
"Please, please, take my child with you. He's still small and won't take up much space..."
You are weak, you are right, I am capable, I owe you everything!
Zuo Ling gave a cold laugh and said, "Fine, let's see who can outlast whom."
Seeing that Zuo Ling looked like she was hard to persuade, the woman nudged the child and said, "Quickly, go and beg your little coach. Didn't you say he was a very nice person? Let him take you with him."
The child, about four or five years old, was clutching his two little hands. Whether he was frightened by his mother or by the impending danger, he pouted and looked into the car with teary eyes.
The woman grew anxious and slapped him hard, "Speak up! Quickly beg the coach, you're mute!"
The child's face turned red from holding back tears. He looked around helplessly, then burst into tears.
The woman hit the child a few times, pushed him towards Xiao Hao, and scolded him:
"You brat, what's the use of crying? Go and beg the coach."
Xiao Hao and the two little ones sat in the back seat. Zuo Ling was careful and deliberately stuffed a lot of things into the back seat to prevent anyone from trying to get in the car.
Xiao Hao hugged the waterfall and embraced the snowy night, huddled in a corner, feeling wronged.
The woman and child came later; Xiao Hao hadn't been teaching them for long, but he still had the awareness of being a teacher.
She glanced at the child with a hint of pity, then looked at her sister's expression in the rearview mirror. Her lips moved slightly, knowing that her family had too many secrets and it was really not appropriate to bring anyone else into the car.
He turned his face to one side, lowered his head, and pretended not to see.
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