Luo Xinglan's mind was racing, and she fell asleep without realizing it. Her sleep was restless; she dreamt that a typhoon capsized her raft, and then she dreamt that the froglets encountered some kind of accident on their journey.
Until she was completely awakened by a howling wind.
The bedroom was pitch black—there were no electric lights at sea, so she asked Jiang Mingze for a flashlight and relied on it for illumination.
The howling wind outside, mixed with the sound of the sea crashing against the raft, sounded terrifying.
Luo Xinglan quickly turned on her flashlight and found that the little ear mouse was still asleep. She quietly opened the bedroom door and went to the living room.
Through the dim light of her flashlight, she saw huge waves crashing against the raft, soaking it completely. The air was thick with the salty smell of the sea.
A typhoon is really coming.
Luo Xinglan's heart skipped a beat.
Although she had obtained a lot of supplies, she felt uneasy and helpless in the face of such terrible weather.
No matter how powerful humanity is, it is powerless against natural disasters.
Moreover, she only has a raft now, and doesn't even know when it will capsize.
Suddenly, as if realizing something, Luo Xinglan looked up sharply at the roof.
Her house is made of wood, and despite the strong winds and waves outside, it doesn't leak at all.
Is it because the house is of such high quality, or is it part of the game's design?
An idea gradually took shape in her mind.
She can't just sit and wait to die; that's not in her nature!
Live on!
No matter how many difficulties and obstacles she may encounter in the future, she will strive to live on!
She quickly got dressed, opened the living room door, and was immediately met with a strong gust of wind mixed with seawater, which drenched her face.
Luo Xinglan quickly went out and closed the door tightly.
Ignoring the shivering wind, she squatted down with a flashlight to carefully examine the surface of the raft.
She noticed that the seawater blown in by the wind had seeped through the gaps in the wood, and although the raft was wet, it couldn't hold any water. She felt a little relieved, knowing that the raft wouldn't sink.
She got up again to check on the wooden house she had just built. The wind outside was so strong that she could hardly stand, but the wooden house was like a big tree rooted deep in the soil, standing still in the gale, as stable as Mount Tai.
It seems that although the typhoon was strong, it still couldn't blow the houses down.
Luo Xinglan quickly returned indoors.
She was soaked through after only a short time outside.
Afraid of catching a cold, she quickly changed out of her wet clothes, then boiled water and took a quick shower before changing into clean clothes.
Feeling that the room was a bit cold and having no other blankets or other warm clothing, Luo Xinglan simply turned on the air conditioner, and soon she felt warm all over.
She glanced at the time; it was 4:30 a.m. Completely wide awake, she decided to open the chat channel.
"I was sleeping soundly when the typhoon suddenly woke me up. It's so cold!"
"Damn it! My raft was blown apart by the typhoon! Now I'm just clinging to a piece of wood and floating on the sea! Does anyone have any wood they can lend me? I'll pay them back once I get through this!"
"My raft was also blown away! But I immediately expanded it, but it was blown away again!"
Upon seeing this, Luo Xinglan frowned. How could a typhoon blow away a raft?
Liu Di: "What? A typhoon can actually blow away a raft? How come mine is okay?"
"Although my raft was tossed about by the typhoon, it didn't fall apart! Why did your raft fall apart? Did you cut corners?"
Luo Xinglan's guess became clearer. She immediately opened private chat and sent messages to Jiang Zifeng, Jiang Mingze, and Zhou Yiran: "How many square meters have you expanded your raft to? Are you all doing well?"
Jiang Mingze replied the fastest: "I'm fine, Sister Lan, don't worry about me. My raft is 50 square meters now, and after it was upgraded to a home, I even built myself a one-bedroom apartment! The typhoon won't affect me at all."
Zhou Yiran quickly replied: "My raft is only thirty square meters. Although it wasn't blown away by the typhoon, it was still rocking back and forth. I'm getting seasick!"
Jiang Zifeng didn't reply to the message, and Luo Xinglan didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she patiently continued to look at the chat channel.
After watching for five or six minutes, she finally realized something.
Those who claim their rafts were blown away all had very small rafts, and once a raft reaches a certain size, it becomes much harder for a typhoon to damage it.
People like her who have upgraded their homes and built houses are completely unaffected by typhoons.
But such people are only a very small minority.
Upon discovering this, she immediately shouted in the channel: "Everyone who has basic materials should quickly upgrade their rafts! Once the rafts are expanded to a certain extent, they will naturally not be damaged by typhoons!"
"Really? We'll be saved if we expand the raft?"
"But I finally managed to expand it to 25 square meters, and the raft still got blown away! How many square meters do I need to expand it to before it's safe?"
"Yes, how many square meters do we need to expand it to?"
Liu Di: "I think it would be clear if everyone just reported the size of their rafts."
"My raft is 32 square meters, and it wasn't blown away by the typhoon!"
Zhou Yiran: "My 30-square-meter raft wasn't blown away either!"
"My 28-square-meter apartment was blown apart!"
"My 29-square-meter apartment was also blown apart!"
Now everyone understands, it seems that expanding the raft to 30 square meters will prevent it from being blown away.
So those whose rafts were blown away began to expand them. But with a typhoon blowing, it was undoubtedly more difficult for them to expand. Sometimes, they would expand by 5 square meters, only to have half of it blown away by the typhoon. This not only wasted materials but also affected their morale.
Soon, many people began to complain:
"The wind was too strong. I had just expanded the raft to 20 square meters, and then it was blown away again. Now I only have less than 10 square meters left, and I have to start all over again. I'm so upset!"
"Ahhh, I'm out of materials! Can anyone send me some wood, nails, and screws?"
"I wish I hadn't sold the wood. Luo Xinglan, could you please return the wood to me?"
"It's all Luo Xinglan's fault. If she hadn't been collecting the timber, my raft would have been expanded to 30 square meters long ago. How could it be in such a miserable state now?"
"That's right! If I hadn't sold the wood to Luo Xinglan, I would have already upgraded to 30 square meters! Luo Xinglan, please give our wood back to us!"
"Yes, Luo Xinglan, give us back our wood! You've upgraded your homestead, but it's a real hardship for us who sold you the wood!"
Luo Xinglan laughed in anger at what these people said.
Now they're blaming her?
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