I Had a Home In 1982

   Chapter 243 242. Everything is ready, only the typhoon (wish everyone good health)

   This time, Wang Yi not only prepared maps and landscape maps in 22 years, he also prepared photo frames.

   Qiu Weishui's private photos and their group photos were all put into photo frames, or hung on the bedside wall, or placed on the windowsill, or on the bedside table.

   In short, Wang Yi arranged it, and Qiu Weishui's room became warmer.

   Qiu Weishui looked at the long braids on his shoulders.

   This room is better decorated than hers in town.

  Wang Yi not only brought her photo frames, but also brought photo frames to Wang Xianghong, the production team, Xu Heng, Sun Zhengnan and others, all of which can be inlaid with photos.

  When the commune and team enterprise distributed dividends for the first time, he took pictures of the dividend distribution scene, and now it has been washed out. In 22 years, he enlarged the photos and cleaned them again, and all the small photos became large ones.

The largest panoramic photo was put into a 28-inch photo frame by him. He took the photo frame into the office and asked Wang Xianghong: "I took pictures for our production team before, and this time I went to Shanghai to buy a photo frame and set it up. Now, where do you hang it?"

Wang Xianghong, who was squinting reading the newspaper, turned his head to look at him curiously, and then pushed the chair away and stood up: "Good guy, such a big picture frame? How many pictures did you take—just one? This picture? so big?"

  Wang Yi showed him the photo.

  The photo is a panoramic photo, there are him, Wang Dongxi, Da Da, Liu Hongmei and member representatives, as well as members of the queue such as Huang Xiaohua, Fengya, Xiufang, Xiuhong, etc.

   is all in it.

   Clearly!

  Wang Dongxi happened to go to the warehouse to get something back. He looked up and saw a photo of himself lying on his stomach and was about to pan, and suddenly he was stunned: "I'm stupid, this, this, isn't this me?"

  Wang Yi smiled and said, "It's you, I took it when you first distributed dividends to members..."

   "Yes, yes, haha, I was doing the accounting at the time, you see there is a branch secretary, haha, you are also here, come and see." Wang Dongxi ran up and waved happily.

   Wang Xianghong said angrily: "Of course I'm here, I saw it, what are you yelling at? Why is such a big person still unstable?"

  Wang Dongxi said: "I am always a junior in front of you."

   Wang Xianghong felt very comfortable when he said this.

He took the photo and looked at it carefully, and Wang Dongxi pointed beside him: "Haha, Mr. Wang, the photo you took? It was very good, but why didn't you inform me? I didn't pay attention at the time, alas, it was taken by you. A side face, and I didn't smile at that time..."

"What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at with your abacus?" Wang Xianghong immediately became furious when he saw that he accused his favorite Yizai, "I gave you a profile picture, didn't you give me a profile picture? Look at this profile picture. How good you are, don't count the documents, your profile looks better than the front!"

  Wang Dongxi is not happy: "Then I also want to take a face..."

   "I'll shoot for you right away." Wang Yi smiled, "This time I went to Shanghai, I brought back some film, and our production team can shoot every household..."

   "Every family can take pictures?" Wang Xianghong interrupted him, his face sank, "Did you spend that deposit certificate?"

  Wang Yi shook his head: "I haven't moved. If you don't believe me, I'll show you. I haven't moved the deposit certificate yet."

  Wang Xianghong suspected that he was playing an empty city scheme, and said directly: "Come on, I'll go take a look, your money is for building a house, you can't move it!"

   Wang Yi had no choice but to lead him to see the deposit receipt.

   They went out not too far, someone ran up from the mountain road and shouted: "The branch secretary, the comrade from the commune's flood control office, you go to the wharf."

   Wang Xianghong's face sank: "It's broken, there will be a typhoon!"

  Wang Yi looked up at the sky.

Cloudless.

   The sky is clear blue.

   They went to the pier together. At this time, a large motor boat was docked on the pier. The woman and the old man who had been repairing the ship and the pier were busy moving things on the boat.

  Wang Xianghong walked quickly to the pier and said, "Director Yuan, you are here? What's the matter? Is the first typhoon this year coming?"

   A black man in a red vest stood up, wiped his sweat and said, "Yes, Wang Zhishu is here? Yes, the typhoon is coming, it's approaching our East China Sea, and it's on the little devil's side now."

   "We will be notified in the morning, and then we will send you notices from island to island, and at the same time we will send you flood control supplies."

  Wang Yi leaned over to have a look.

The flood control materials sent are very good. There are sacks, nylon ropes, a pump with its own engine, bandages, hemostatic drugs, cold medicines and other miscellaneous materials. Among them, there is food. From this point of view, the state still cares about the fishermen. of.

  Wang Xianghong handed Director Yuan a cigarette.

Director Yuan looked at it and smiled and said, "Oh, good guy, Hongta Mountain? I heard from the commune that your production team is developing rapidly, but I still underestimate you, making an old guy like you willing to give cigarettes, it seems that you produce The team has made a fortune."

   Wang Xianghong smiled and said: "What kind of money do you make? I respect you, so I will give you the cigarettes I saved. If your fat director comes to see what I will give him, I will give him a **** slap in the face!"

  There are people from the flood control office on board. Director Yuan made a haha ​​and changed the topic. He talked about the typhoon flood situation this time:

"The number of this typhoon is 8217, it's called Owen. It's very powerful. It's a severe tropical storm. When we received news from the Central Meteorological Administration in the morning, its central pressure was 990 hPa, and the wind speed increased to 25 meters per second. "

   "So powerful?" Wang Xianghong's face became solemn, "It seems that our outer islands are going to fight a tough battle. What is the maximum wind power it can have?"

   Director Yuan took out a small notebook and said, "Before we came out, the wind area was level 9, and the radius of the level 7 wind area was 320 kilometers. However, with the little devil blocking it, the wind should weaken a little."

   "It has been moving towards our country at a speed of about 25 kilometers per hour since the morning. It is expected to affect our Wengzhou tomorrow, and it will officially land on our side the day after tomorrow."

  Wang Yi asked: "Have weather forecast experts estimated the damage and impact this typhoon will cause to our region?"

Director Yuan said: "The impact is old-fashioned, mainly due to strong winds at sea and waves on the sea surface, so we must not go out to sea, and then there is local precipitation that can be brought about by the spiral rain in the periphery, which can alleviate the drought in our area. "

  Wang Yi asked: "Wengzhou area is relatively dry this year?"

   He remembered the proverbs of Wang Xianghong during the summer solstice. It seems that the production summary of the ancestors is really correct.

  Wang Xianghong also repeated it again: "The summer solstice in the mangosteen is a water festival. If there is no rain, it is a dry day. If there is no rain on the summer solstice in the mangosteen this year, I know there will be a drought."

Director Yuan said: "So you save some water, the fresh water resources on your island are tight, but it's okay to have no farmland on your island. Let me tell you that several production teams with a lot of farmland such as Duobao Island are fighting for water. !"

  Wang Xianghong took a cigarette and sighed: "Which year will no one fight over water in a dry year? I wish we would have the opportunity to fight over water, but we don't have that much farmland on our island."

   Backing the mountains to eat mountains and water to draft water.

   Outsiders think that the fishermen face the sea and have countless catches that can be caught. In the beginning, the rest of the boat depends on fishing, and then they can live the days of spring blossoms.

   Little did they know that the fishermen were envious of the farmers.

  It’s okay now, technology has advanced, and the country can monitor weather changes at sea. In the past, how could fishermen know exactly when natural disasters such as typhoons and tsunamis will come? How can I know what level and how to protect it?

  Before the founding of the People’s Republic of China, every typhoon would take many people’s lives. A fishing boat at sea would surely overturn and die when a severe typhoon was encountered. People on the other shore were also unsafe, and boats and homes were often destroyed.

   At that time, the fisherman’s family was poor. Once there was no boat or house, it was really bankrupt, and the fishermen could only be driven to a dead end.

   Therefore, in the eyes of the fishermen, farmers are in a much better situation than themselves. They have farmland. As long as they give their efforts, they can have food to eat, and they are not as afraid of typhoons and tsunamis as they are.

   Of course, this kind of thing is like a person drinking water and knowing whether it is cold or warm, so farmers can live better? In a dry year like this year, many farmers will be hungry!

   Flood control supplies were delivered, Director Yuan threw away the cigarette **** and waved to Wang Xianghong to go to Water Flower Island.

  Wang Xianghong said goodbye to him, and then said to Wang Yi: "Hurry up and make a loudspeaker to let the members prepare for flood prevention."

  Wang Yi said: "What about so many people who went to work in the morning? They..."

   "They don't have to worry." Wang Xianghong comforted him, "The typhoon didn't come so fast. Now the party and the state have set up a weather forecast station, and the typhoon will be detected when it appears, so our fishermen have time to prepare."

   "You heard what Director Yuan said just now. The typhoon will affect us tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. There is nothing at sea today."

   They went back to the brigade committee together, and as soon as they entered the office, more than a dozen people gathered in front of the photo and pointed:

   "...Haha look at me, I was picking my nose, I didn't know Teacher Wang was filming us."

   "Xiufang is drenched, she happened to be standing outside the team with Teacher Xiaoqiu, and took a picture of her just in time..."

   "Okay, okay," Wang Xianghong came in and patted the table, "When are you still looking at the photos here? Hurry back to eat. After dinner, you don't have to go to work in the afternoon. We are collectively preparing for flood control."

  The members are very calm: "Is there a typhoon?"

   "Well, it's a typhoon. This time the typhoon is quite severe. It's level 9. I don't know what level it will be here, so we must be fully prepared and not let individuals and groups suffer losses!" Wang Xianghong said solemnly.

   Later, he turned on the radio station, patted the microphone and said, "Cough, all the members have it, all the members pay attention..."

   After lunch, Tianya Island was busy.

  Students are the most active.

   They changed into new school uniforms, neatly dressed in green, green clothes, green pants, green hats, and sandals of different colors. The boys were khaki and the girls were bright red.

   In front of the green blouse is a red scarf that floats.

  Wang Xinzhao formally greeted the children's troupe and shouted: "Students, we are now wearing military uniforms, which is the Boy Scouts. This typhoon is aggressive, do we have the confidence to defeat it?"

   A group of children from the children's group shouted, "Yes!"

   "Are you ready to fight?"

"Ready!"

  Wang Yi leaned against the tree and looked at him with a laugh.

   is very fun and very characteristic of the times.

   He wondered if he should get a five-bar for Wang Xinzhao. This is also a five-bar boy.

   Wang Zhuangyuan, Wang Kai and the others changed their clothes and ran over, and they felt very proud when they saw the children's team lining up to distribute tasks, so they approached to discuss:

   "Dazhao, please let us join the children's group too, you are the leader and I will be the political commissar."

   "No." Wang Xinzhao firmly refused, "Zhuang Yuan, your ideological awareness is not high enough, your quality is too poor, you people still can't meet the requirements of joining our children's group."

  The weather is hot and angry, and Wang Zhuangyuan is almost smoking!

  Wang Xinmi said: "Dazhao, I can do it, my mind is enlightened..."

"You can't do it," Wang Xinzhao shook his head, "you were persuaded to quit by Teacher Wang. Although you were more honest after returning to school, the organization still needs to test you for a while. As the saying goes, real gold is not afraid of fire. It is not trustworthy without being tested by fire."

  Wang Xinmi was anxious.

   Wang Zhuangyuan laughed: I just don’t have a high level of ideological awareness, and you were directly expelled from the comrade team.

  Wang Kai said: "What about me? I didn't make any mistakes. I've always been very positive. I even gave you grasshoppers on Dazhao Sundays."

  Wang Xinzhao said hesitantly: "You can do it..."

   Wang Zhuangyuan put his arm around Wang Kai's shoulder and said, "Okay, don't talk nonsense with him, he won't let us join the Children's League? Okay, then let's form a Boy Scout!"

   "Wang Xinzhao is the leader, I'm the army commander, Rice, and you are the political commissar! Come on, let's form a Boy Scout Troop. Those who can't join the Boy Scouts can join our Boy Scouts!"

  Wang Kai said with a smile: "Zhuang Yuan, Dazhao just told me that he can absorb me into..."

   "I'll give you a division commander position!" Wang Zhuangyuan interrupted him immediately.

  Wang Kai spit at Wang Xinzhao: "Who wants to join your children's group, children are children, we are, are soldiers!"

  Wang Yi smiled and shook his head.

  The post-60s are so interesting.

  Wang Xinzhao expressed extreme disdain for the boy scouts' provocation.

   He said, "Our Children's Corps was formed by the Party Secretary. My leader was appointed by the leader, and appointed by the organization. Your Boy Scouts are wild, what's there to be proud of?"

   Then he seriously arranged work for the members, some to lower the national flag, some to reinforce the pigsty, some to dismantle doors and windows, and so on.

  Wang Yi, who was watching the excitement, was stunned when he heard that the doors and windows were to be removed, and asked, "Why do you have to remove the doors and windows? The walls are clear!"

Wang Dongxi, who was passing by, explained to him: "The school building is built higher than our house, and it bears a lot of wind pressure, and the glass is easily shattered. The doors and windows of the school have just been replaced with new glass, but they can't be damaged. So remove the doors and windows and let the wind pass through the house."

   "Yes, Mr. Wang, the tables in our classroom are made of bricks and cement, so they are not afraid of the wind." Wang Xinzhao said.

   Then he looked anxious: "Wang Kai, why did you lower the national flag?"

  Wang Kai led two people to lower the national flag. He said: "The typhoon is coming, why don't you lower the national flag? It's windy and rainy..."

   "You don't need to come down, this is the mission of our children's group!" Wang Xinzhao felt that his work was offended.

  Wang Kai said: "Then you can tell the champion, the champion is our commander..."

  Wang Xinzhao hurriedly asked, "Where's the champion?"

   "I'm busy in the pigpen."

"Grass!"

  The students didn’t know Chai Migui because they were not at home. They didn’t think the typhoon was scary, but felt that today’s mobilization because of the typhoon gave them an opportunity to show off their new school uniforms.

   They actively wanted to express themselves. Wang Xinzhao originally wanted to lead the children's group to show his face, but Wang Zhuangyuan started too quickly.

   But Wang Xinzhao was still very smart. He waved his hand and said, "Follow me, the members of the group. It is inconvenient to fetch water on a typhoon day. Let's fetch water for Lord Shouxing and his family!"

   A human head appeared in the pigpen.

   is Wang Zhuangyuan.

   He shouted: "Don't worry, Boy Scouts comrades, I will repair the roof, and in typhoon days, I will strengthen the roof, and I will lead you to strengthen the roof for the birthday party and their home!"

Wang Yi on the side of    expressed his amazement:

   is rolled up, service is rolled up.

  The students are still in the mood to compete, and the members are really busy.

   Reinforce roofs, reinforce walls, reinforce chicken coops, unclog gutters, and so on, a lot.

   In addition to the work at home, there is also work on the production team.

  The pigsty on the production team's side must also be reinforced, the pigs must be locked up, the telephone poles must be reinforced, the cardboard lampshade of the street lamps must be removed, the electric lamps must be unscrewed, and so on.

   Live more.

  The school's work Wang Yi directed, he went to get a roll of thick glue and led the students to make rice-character glue, so that there was no need to dismantle the doors and windows.

  Wang Xianghong has doubts about this: "Is it enough to put tape on it like this?"

  Wang Yi said: "Yes, haven't you seen such a glass protection method?"

   Wang Xianghong shook his head.

   He picked up the thick tape and said, "I have never seen such a big plastic tape. The plastic tape in our house is as thin as a little finger."

Wang Yi said: "This is supported by the Shanghai Metropolitan Unit, and there is a lot of support, so let's party secretary, let the team leaders of the four groups come to pick up some tape to go back, and paste the door and window glass, just in case. ."

  Wang Xianghong said: "But they were supported by comrades in Shanghai to support the construction of your campus. Our members shared them privately? Not good."

  Wang Yi said: "We didn't split it up in private. Isn't this a special case? Protect the glass first, or else you have to buy new glass after the storm is over, which is a waste of money."

  Wang Xianghong asked again: "Then if you stick a rice shape like this, the glass won't be broken by the wind?"

  Wang Yi said: "Yes, this is a scientific method of protecting glass, secretary, hurry up and arrange it."

   He directly dragged out a box of wide tape.

  22 years these things are cheap, he buys them in boxes.

   Except for Wang Xianghong, the team leaders were not at home, so the female deputy team leader came to pick up the tape. After they learned how to type rice character glue, they went back to work.

  Everyone is very busy, no one can pay attention to Wang Yi, so he took time to come back for 22 years.

   After returning, he started searching the Internet for the typhoon in 1982.

   This search really found information.

   The most information has nothing to do with Wengzhou or even China, but has something to do with Japan.

  The typhoon in July 1982 was very powerful. As Director Yuan said, the wind level was very high after it landed in Japan. Nagasaki City and other places encountered heavy rainfall and then caused mudslides and river flooding, causing urban waterlogging!

   This is very famous in the history of storm damage in the world, called the Nagasaki Flood.

   Then Wang Yi's heart twitched.

   Continue to look down:

   The Nagasaki floods caused a total of 299 dead and missing.

   Grass, not much.

   He was disappointed and closed the page and changed the keywords.

   There is no information on the typhoon in Wengzhou and Jiangnan area in 1982. It should be nothing major, otherwise there will be no related news.

   But when he scrolled down, he saw a post from the Wengzhou forum. Several post-60s and post-70s were recalling the past. Among them, someone on the sixth floor said:

"What I remember most in 1982 was that after the typhoon ended in July, there were rumors that it caused a submarine earthquake, and then there would be a tsunami. At that time, Wengzhou was tense up and down, especially the outer islands of Fohai and Haifu. In the county, people dragged their families to go to their relatives, fearing that the tsunami would swallow the island.”

   There are several discussions around one floor.

  Wang Yi specially read this discussion:

  11th Floor: I have an impression of this, is it 1982? Anyway, the typhoon was quite strong that year. I heard that the little devils were bad enough, and then spread to Jiangnan, which made people in Jiangnan panic.

  Fifteenth Floor: Yes, haha. At that time, people really didn't have scientific common sense and were very ignorant. Such a big Jiangnan Province was actually messed up by a few spies with rumors.

  22nd Floor: Was the news at that time a rumor released by a secret agent? I don't remember anymore, but I remember my mother took me back to Jiang You's mother's house for refuge. At that time, my mother cried all the way, saying that there would be no house in the future.

  24th Floor: It's the rumor. I was in the security department of the Wengzhou Cotton Textile Factory at that time. We received an order from the superior to investigate the matter. In the end, the province sent a team of experts to catch the spy who made the rumor.

  25th Floor: I still remember that there were less than ten people in the group, but they were organized and used radio stations, fake newspapers, and printed pamphlets to create rumors.

  26th Floor: Fortunately, they are all foreigners. Although they are disguised as a family, they are still very conspicuous. They were noticed by the public and reported, and they were brought to a pot.

  Wang Yi continued to scroll down.

The    related discussion is over, and the person who responded to the message later participated in other past memories.

   This is for Wang Yi.

   Can't go up, can't go down!

  Although in the post, this incident was downplayed by the person whose ID was 'Wengzhou old gun barrel', but Wang Yi knew that this incident must have caused an uproar in 1982.

   Because he understands the social atmosphere in 1982.

  Liu Dabiao alerted the provincial leaders because he was involved in a similar matter. In that case, Tianya Island was just a mistake to catch Liu Dabiao, and then the state rewarded a very advanced and very good fishing boat at that time.

   What if they solve this serious case again?

   And he is now a brother to Zhuang Mancang. Before, he was thinking about how to give Zhuang Mancang some more credit.

   Back in 1982, he sat under a tree and thought about it.

   This matter must be managed, but how to manage it is very particular:

   A remote and closed production team is involved in the cracking of two espionage cases one after another, which may arouse suspicion, in case the top wants to investigate him...

  Wang Yi quickly shook his head when he thought of this.

   No, to meddle in this matter, you must be skillful, and you can't meddle.

   And he can't directly intervene, otherwise he led the arrest of Liu Dabiao. This time, he led the cracking of a spy rumor case—

   It’s easy to suspect that this is a spy who is purging dissidents!

   He thought about it for a while, but he had no idea!

   So he also helped the production team to get busy.

  Wang Xianghong asked him to help distribute food to the commune members. Considering that the typhoon weather might prevent the fishermen from going to sea for many days, the state specially supported the production teams with 800 catties of coarse grains and 400 catties of fine grains.

   This is a reward for their contribution to the country.

  The members of Tianya Island are honest and grateful. Wang Xianghong shouted in the loudspeaker in the evening, and every family came to collect food, and they were grateful to the country.

   Liu Hongmei also said: "When this typhoon passes, let's organize a collective attack on mussels, and fish for mussels to support the national economic construction!"

  Wang Xianghong took off the cigarette rod and said, "I see, we won't take advantage of others, let alone take advantage of the country!"

   Boldly twisted the seawater on his clothes and asked Wang Yi, "Mr. Wang, where did you buy the clothes for the dolls? It's so pretty."

  The people around nodded one after another, and some older teenagers who had just left school were envious.

  Why didn't we have these benefits when we were in school!

  Wang Yi, who was registering the members, raised his head and asked, "What's the matter, are you still going to buy one yourself?"

   laughed boldly and said: "I really have this idea. I think the clothes, pants, hat, and belt are very good. If there are adults wearing them, you can buy two for my family, and I will get one for my father."

  The other members immediately gathered around:

   "Are there any adults? If so, Mr. Wang, please buy a batch."

   "That's right, I think that outfit is really greedy. This outfit is cool and good to wear, and it's still a really good material."

   "How much does it cost? I don't think it's cheap. Clothes, pants, hats, belts, a lot of money, right?"

  Wang Yi said: "There are still quite a lot of light industrial products in Shanghai now, not to mention shorts and shorts. There are also suits. If you want to buy it, there is no problem. I will pick up a batch of goods when I go to Shanghai again."

   "But what the fourth uncle said is right. It's not cheap. The imitation three-piece red last time was half-supported for the production team, so it's cheap. This kind of clothes will cost more than 20."

   Boldly heard it and was immediately dumbfounded: "Ah? Short-sleeved shorts use less material than long-sleeved trousers, but the price is more expensive, twice as expensive?"

   "That's right, the city is now asking for prices."

   "Oh, after all, it's the clothes of the factory. They are beautifully made, and they are inevitably expensive."

  Wang Yi thinks that he is really smashing the price. Although clothes are expensive now, it depends on the style. The clothes of the students are actually three pieces of red with the sleeves and trouser legs cut off, and more than 20 yuan is indeed a bit expensive.

So he said calmly: "It's not just short-sleeved shorts, it also has a belt. If you don't have a belt, you only need a hat, clothes and pants. It's about fifteen or sixteen. I didn't ask for the price separately, but I guess it's about the same. Price."

  Fifteen or sixteen is not cheap either.

   Half a month's wages for weak laborers.

   But the production team has been suffering for too long, and they desperately want to live a good life.

   Except for San Pianhong, most people have never bought finished clothes. Rural people will not buy finished clothes unless they get married.

   So now that the two dividends have made the members rich, they want to improve their quality of life.

   boldly buttoned the black mud under his fingernails and said, "If Mr. Wang is fifteen or sixteen, then you can help me get one. Except for the three pieces of red, I have never officially bought any clothes in my life!"

  Wang Yi said: "Okay, then wait for me to ask. How about I go buy some cloth and come back and sew clothes by ourselves?"

   boldly shook his head and said, "Nobody's factory's sewing is better than our own, and they're more and more upright!"

  The students are walking around in green caps and green clothes in high spirits. They are really excited.

  The adults looked at them with envy.

  In 1982, there were very few people in the outer islands who could get a complete set of clothes. It was difficult for both adults and children to wear them, and the students now have a complete set from head to toe:

  New hat, new clothes, new belt, new pants, new sandals.

   This is rare in town.

  Wang Xianghong said: "We'll talk about this later. First, get the state to support us with disaster relief food. According to the old tradition, the food is divided according to the difficulty of the family. Come, Mr. Wang, let's register."

   "Deng what?" Some old ladies outside laughed.

   Qiu Weishui, who was chatting in the crowd, laughed secretly after hearing it.

   Wang Xianghong rolled his eyes.

   He said to Wang Yi, "You keep Teacher Xiaoqiu away from these old ladies. It's not easy to learn well, but it's easy to learn badly."

  Wang Yi smiled and said, "Okay."

   Wang Xianghong shouted: "Every family can come alone to get the grain. The family can't divide a few catties of grain. There is no need for several families to guard here. The others quickly strengthen the telephone poles and the dock."

   After a busy day, the production team is now different from before.

  The wooden stakes inserted into the seawater at the wharf are cross-connected with wooden sticks, and the wooden boards are tied with ropes in pairs. The large boats rely on each other and are closely connected, and the small boats are directly pulled on the table and rolled to the ground.

  The utility pole is supported by wood on three sides, and the solar cooker is taken apart and brought into the house for preservation.

   But that's not enough.

  Wang Xianghong held a meeting for a group of men with a pipe stick in his mouth: "Tomorrow, we will start to clean up the roof, documents, and Curry's fishing net are all ready?"

  Wang Dongxi, who was registering, raised his head and said, "It's ready, there are markings on each side of the fishing net, and every household will just follow the markings."

   Wang Xianghong also instructed: "Tomorrow, the strong laborer and the light laborer will spread fishing nets on the roof, and the weak laborer will go to Shiaotai to pick up fertilizer and apply it to the fields."

   "After a typhoon comes rain, which is a good time to fertilize."

   "But the foreign persimmons, eggplants, and peppers have to be left in a batch, which is a pity."

The    members also looked sad.

  There is no good farmland on Tianya Island, only a little farmland cleared by deforestation. The team is reluctant to grow food, and all of them are used to grow vegetables, so that members can have vegetables to eat in summer and autumn.

   So it is very precious for the members to hold these vegetables. On weekdays, experienced old men are responsible for planting and maintaining vegetables.

   Now that a typhoon is coming, a lot of them are going to fall, how can you not feel uncomfortable?

  Wang Yi pondered for a while, and said, "There is a way, let the members work hard, and cross and fix foreign persimmon poles, eggplant poles, pepper poles and the like with branches..."

   "It's useless." Wang Xianghong said, "I'm afraid you've been on the mainland so you don't know how powerful the typhoon is on our outer islands. If the twigs can withstand the typhoon, then there's nothing to worry about in this typhoon."

  Wang Yi thinks about it too.

   Take it for granted.

   Then he pondered for a while and said, "Well, the leader comrade said that if it rains, the mother wants to marry, so let him go."

   "When the typhoon passes, I will go to the Shanghai Agricultural Research Institute to ask the researcher I met when I was a student in the capital to ask for new seedlings."

   "It's just like the old ones don't go and the new ones don't come. I can get better seedlings, so let's not be sadder than waiting for good varieties of vegetables to be planted in the future!"

   (end of this chapter)