Lao Liu and Bao Ye stopped talking and looked at Nian Gao.
Wang Qiao, who was sewing clothes for the child, didn't respond for a while: "Fast? What fast?"
Nian Gao looked panicked: "The game of the gods is not over yet. After the lightning strike, the wind started to blow again."
Wang Qiao was startled, and the clothes in her hands fell to the ground.
Lao Liu and Bao Ye walked quickly to the window. Outside, the scorching sun was in the sky, but sand and dust were flying all over the sky. There was a yellow field in front of them, blocking the sun in the sky, so that they could not see the distant scenery. Blowing rustling.
"Wind disaster..." Thinking of what Bao Ye said a few days ago, Liu Liu quickly turned his head to look at Bao Ye, and said in surprise, "Master Bao, it's a wind disaster."
In other words, what Bao Ye said a few days ago is true.
Bao Ye frowned slightly.
Nian Gao asked curiously: "Ugly slave, how do you know that the gods' game is thunder disaster and wind disaster, and you know the order of them?"
Bao Ye hooked his lips: "Didn't I say it? I know everything."
Nian Gao snorted, expressing that he didn't believe what he said, he must have been close to the master recently, and the master told him the matter.
Wang Qiao murmured: "If it's really like what the ugly slave said, after the typhoon, there will be floods and plagues."
When Lao Liu and Nian Gao heard the word plague, their faces were particularly ugly.
In the event of thunder, wind and flood, they can still avoid or find ways to save themselves, but when they encounter plague, they are really dead, because they don't know when they will be infected and who will be infected by them. Or where the infection is, after infection, they have no medicine to cure, and finally they can only wait to die.
Baoye said: "After you go back, tell your family about this and let them be prepared for prevention."
Lao Liu and the others nodded, whether it is true or not, it is not a bad thing to be prepared.
When it was time for work, everyone took a difficult step to the gate while covering their eyes with their hands, but the big truck that came to pick them up was late.
They waited at the gate for more than an hour against the wind and sand before the big truck drove slowly.
The slaves hurried into the car.
The large truck was driving very slowly, the driver could not see the road ahead, and the front of the truck seemed to float up due to the strong wind.
After returning to the slave shed, the situation was very unsatisfactory. The shed was built with iron sheets, and it was not strong at all. When the strong wind blew, the shed shook and made a vibrating sound, giving people a kind of stronger wind. The feeling of being uprooted when erecting a shed.
Everyone hid in the tent with trepidation, and the iron sheets were shaking in their ears.
Jiang Yu said in fear: "The game of gods is not over yet."
Everyone else was silent.
Bao Ye comforted him: "Don't worry, the iron sheet of the tent is not thick, even if it falls down, it won't kill anyone."
They have a three-layer iron bed frame. Even if they fall down, there will be a bed for them, so they don't have to worry about sleeping at night. There are fences around the top of the bed, about 4 meters high. There are also fences that can't hold down the people on the bed.
Jiang Yu glared at him angrily: "Crow's mouth."
Bao Ye: "… "
The last time I scolded him for not comforting people, this time he comforted him, and said he was a crow's mouth. Couldn't he have smashed the tent down if he didn't say it
Obviously impossible.
That night, the wind became stronger and stronger, toppling all the iron hoods of the tents, and even the pillars were pulled up. Although no one was injured, the wind was so strong that the quilt was blown away, even all the The beds were blown out of position.