In the middle of the night, while the production team leader's family was sound asleep, there was a loud knocking on their front door.
"Captain, Captain, wake up! The ship is back! The ship is back!"
The production team leader, who was half asleep, was startled awake by these words. Without even putting on his shoes, he jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed) and rushed out.
When I opened the door, the strong wind outside almost blew me headfirst back into the house.
He ran to the gate in the rain, opened it, and hurriedly asked...
"What...what did you say?"
The person at the door, wearing a raincoat, said...
"Captain, you should go check it out. The third group of ships has returned from the dock..."
The production team leader hurriedly went back into the house to find a raincoat to put on, and ran barefoot out of the yard before realizing that he was barefoot. He quickly went back to put on his rain boots.
In just that short time, many households in the village were alerted, upon hearing that the boat had returned.
Almost everyone stood up.
After all, in everyone's eyes, it was only natural that the ship wouldn't come back, and its return was an unexpected surprise.
Everyone rushed to the dock, and sure enough, amidst the raging wind and rain, the ship was already moored there, swaying precariously.
The six men are now sitting in the guardhouse, drinking hot water.
It was obvious that all the crew members had disembarked.
The production team leader rushed into the house with his men. Seeing that all six of them were safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with great joy.
"Fifth Uncle, you're really amazing. I knew you were the village's veteran helmsman for decades, and I was sure you could do it."
I knew I was right about you; you really are a capable person in our village!
Uncle Wu blushed from the praise; his ears turned red, and his face felt hot.
Everyone else gave a thumbs up, saying that it was impressive that they were able to bring the boat back.
"Fifth brother, I knew you were capable, but I never expected you to be so competent at your age."
"Even though he has a limp, Uncle Lao Wu is still Uncle Lao Wu."
Uncle Wu hurriedly spoke up.
"Don't praise me, everyone. This time, it really wasn't my ability to handle it. I owe it all to Da Bao."
Da Bao was a good navigator and saved our entire boat; otherwise, we would have been fish food long ago.
"To be honest, Da Bao saved all five lives on our ship. Without him, the ship would have sunk long ago."
As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to Da Bao.
Upon hearing the news, Cuihua rushed in with her daughter, not even bothering to open an umbrella. Their clothes were soaked and clung to their bodies as they rushed in and hugged Qizai tightly.
"Da Bao, Da Bao, you're finally back."
Mother was wrong, Mother was wrong. If Mother had given the boat to your second uncle, none of this would have happened.
It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back.
Although Qi Zai wanted to push He Cuihua away, he withdrew his hand when he saw the sincerity in He Cuihua's eyes.
To be precise, he had no feelings for He Cuihua, but He Cuihua was truly devoted to her adopted son.
Judging from the other person's red eyes, you could tell how long they had been walking and how long they had been crying.
At this moment, Liu Lao Er in the crowd was secretly annoyed, wondering why the typhoon hadn't sunk the ship.
If that brat hadn't come back, he would have already gotten his own boat.
But under these circumstances, nothing Liu Lao Er said would make a difference.
The water, vegetables and other supplies on the ship were all unloaded. Everyone was overjoyed, even though the typhoon outside had intensified. Everyone was confident.
Each villager received fresh water, vegetables, and other supplies.
Everyone went back to their houses in high spirits.
He Cuihua also brought Qizai back into the house.
Qi Zai went back to his room and collapsed, sleeping for two days and two nights straight.
There was no way to use up those talismans, but the person was under immense mental stress and was exhausted.
After all, his body was still that of a child under five years old, and he couldn't withstand the long journey and the mental strain.
When he opened his eyes, he saw He Cuihua and her three sisters standing nervously beside him.
The three sisters were so anxious they were almost crying.
They finally had a younger brother, and if he were to die, their family would likely be bullied by their second uncle.
When they saw that Qi Zai had woken up, the whole family rushed over anxiously.
"Dabao, how are you? You must be exhausted. Are you feeling unwell? Are you hungry? Mom will make you something to eat."
"Look at my brain. You've been sleeping for two days and two nights, plus being out for a day and a night, how can you not be hungry?"
"Mom will go make you something to eat first. You lie here and the three of you take good care of your younger brother."
The three sisters immediately brought him water, fed him water, and wiped the sweat off his body.
Seven then realized that he must have a fever; he felt weak all over and had no strength at all.
It's clear that this small body is not up to the task.
How's the typhoon outside?
The three sisters glanced outside and said with difficulty,
"The typhoon is getting stronger. The weather forecast on the radio says it will continue for another week. They say the typhoon will gradually subside after these next couple of days."
However, this intermittent condition will continue for another week.
"Isn't this great? Why do you all look so unhappy?"
Seven didn't think this news was bad news; at least it was good news.
Zhao Di sighed.
"But the weather forecast also said that it would stop after a week, but at most it would stop for three days before a new typhoon arrives."
Everyone in the village knows the news. They're all discussing how to quickly fetch more fresh water once the typhoon subsides in a couple of days, otherwise the island won't last long. If another month of typhoons hits, everyone will die of thirst.
What's even more infuriating is that the production team leader brought people to our house to see Qizai.
Uncle Wu and the others have agreed to lead a team to go out again and bring back supplies for everyone.
After all, the typhoon is gradually weakening. If we don't bring back supplies now, who knows what the next typhoon will be like?
However, one of the prerequisites for Uncle Wu to lead the team was that Qi Zai had to be brought along, as Qi Zai was the helmsman. If Qi Zai didn't board the ship, they wouldn't go.
At first, everyone found it a bit unbelievable and thought that Uncle Wu was crazy. Why did they have to bring such a small child with them?
But Uncle Wu insisted that they wouldn't board the ship without Qi Zai.
The others didn't have the courage or guts, so in the end, they had no choice but to go to He Cuihua's door and make this request.
He Cuihua then yelled at the person and kicked them out.
Looking at Qi Zai, who was still delirious from the fever on the kang (a heated brick bed), the production team leader felt like he wasn't human.
But there was no way around it; Uncle Wu had already said that they would not board the ship without Seven.
Zhao Di was worried that if the production team leader found out that Da Bao had woken up, he would definitely send someone to discuss it with her mother immediately.
They couldn't fight city hall; if they wanted to live in the village, they couldn't prevent Da Bao from getting on the boat.
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