43. CROW’S MOUTH.

 

Lao Liu and Bao Ye stopped talking and looked at Nian Gao.

Wang Qiao, who was sewing clothes for her child, didn’t respond for a while: “gale? What gale?”

Nian Gao panicked: “The game of the gods is not over, After the thunderstorm, the wind is getting stronger and stronger.”

Wang Qiao was stunned, the clothes in her hand fell to the floor.

Lao Liu and Bao Ye walked quickly to the window. Outside, the sun was scorching, but dust was covering the whole sky, which blocked the sun and prevented them from seeing anything farther away.

“Gale…” Lao Liu thought of what Bao Ye said a few days ago, quickly turned his head to look at Bao Ye, and said in surprise, “Lord Bao, it’s a gale.”

In other words, what Bao Ye said a few days ago is true.

Bao Ye frowned slightly.
Nian Gao asked curiously: “Ugly slave, how did you know what the gods’ games are, and the order in which they will happen?”

Bao Ye curled his lips: “Didn’t I say it? I know everything.”

Nian Gao snorted, he didn’t believe what he said, he must have gotten close to the master recently, and the master must’ve told him.

Wang Qiao murmured: “If what you said is true, after the gale there will be floods and plague.”

 

When Lao Liu and Nian Gao heard the word plague, their faces became particularly ugly.

If it’s thunderstorms, gales or floods, they can escape or find ways to save themselves, but if they encounter plague, they will really die, because they wouldn’t know when they will be infected and who will be infected or where they were infected. They also have no medicine to treat plague, they can only wait for death in the end.

Bao Ye said: “After you go back, tell your family about this matter and let them prepare for it.”

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 to get off work, everyone covered their eyes with their hands and walked to the gate with difficulty, but the big truck that has to pick them up was delayed.

They waited at the gate against the wind and sand for more than an hour before the big truck slowly drove up.

The slaves hurried into the truck.

The large truck was driving very slowly, because the driver could not see the road ahead, and the front of the truck seemed to be floating due to the strong wind.

After returning to the slave shed, the situation was not optimistic. The roof was made of iron sheets and was not strong at all. When the strong wind blew, it shook and made a vibrating sound, giving people a feeling that if the wind was stronger, their abode will be doomed.

Everyone hid in the room with trepidation, ears were full of the vibrating sound of iron sheets.

Jiang Yu said in fear: “The game of the gods is not over yet.”

The others were silent.

Bao Ye comforted him: “Don’t worry, the iron sheets above our head is not thick, even if it falls down, it won’t crush people to death.”

Theirs is a three-layer iron bed frame, even if it falls down, there will be beds for them to support them, so they don’t have to worry about sleeping at night , There is a fence around the uppermost bed, about 40 centimeters high. if the tent falls, there is still a fence to support the people.

Jiang Yu glared at him angrily: “Crow’s mouth.”

Bao Ye: “…”

Last time he was scolded for not comforting people, but this time he comforted them, but still got scolded again. Could it be that if he didn’t say, it would be impossible for the dorm to be ruined?

Obviously not.

That night, the wind became stronger and stronger, and it overturned all the iron sheets and even some pillars. Although no one was injured, but the wind was so strong that their beds were moved and their quilts were blown away.

 

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