Chapter 92 : This is the best result

It turned out that the door of the neighboring resettlement site had been broken by the wind last night. A mess of things was blown in from the outside. Shen He, who had been blocking the door, was hit.

“No need, I’m fine,” he said.

Hearing this, the little soldier couldn’t help but stare! He had seen with his own eyes how a large wooden stake had hit the deputy commander heavily last night. But now, Shen He acted as though nothing had happened. Was he truly made of steel, impervious to all harm?

However, the soldier didn’t have much time to think, as the deputy commander had already summoned the soldiers to go out and inspect the damage at other resettlement sites. The soldier put the ointment into his pocket and followed.

The wind force at this time was probably around level 8 or 9. For the islanders, who had just experienced the devastating gale the night before, this wind felt like a gentle spring breeze. Thus, after Shen He opened the door and stepped out, the others followed him impatiently. But as soon as they reached the door, everyone couldn’t help but gasp!

What they saw was a scene of utter devastation. As far as the eye could see, there wasn’t a single tree standing. Not to mention, the thatched houses in the distance had been blown away, leaving only ruins. It looked as though the entire island had been bombarded hundreds of times by bombers overnight.

Silence. Deathly silence. There was no joy of surviving the disaster; everyone remained silent.

“Wuwuwu… Nothing is left… What should we do?” someone cried softly.

Yes, what should they do? The houses were destroyed, the crops were gone, and they had nothing left overnight. Everyone remained silent, gazing at the ruined land in despair. The wind was still blowing, but the atmosphere was incredibly heavy. The wind felt like a knife cutting through the body, each gust so painful that people couldn’t stand.

Shen He’s heart was also heavy. Although he had heard Su Ranran describe how terrible this typhoon was, seeing it with his own eyes still filled him with fear. If she hadn’t warned him in advance, if she hadn’t gone to the weather station, he wouldn’t dare to imagine what might have happened. Even when the weather station finally noticed something was wrong, it was too late to evacuate. That’s why she had said so many people died in this typhoon. Although the losses were immense, it had to be said that this was the best possible outcome.

Just as he was thinking this, he heard someone speak proudly:”At least we’re alive and have food. It’s just that the house collapsed. We can fix it and it will be fine. What’s there to be afraid of?”

Upon hearing this, the people who had been depressed were shocked again.

Yes, at least they had survived and had food. It was just a little difficult, but it wasn’t something they couldn’t overcome. If it hadn’t been for the military comrades leading them to evacuate, they might not have even been alive now.

“I’m not afraid. Isn’t it just starting over? At least there’s food and fishing,” someone said, and then went out first. The wind had died down, and they wanted to go home.

“Let’s go and see what the damage is. The house needs to be repaired, and the things that weren’t blown away should be collected.” When the others heard this, they instantly became motivated.

“That’s right, how difficult can it be to start over? It’s just that the house is gone, and it’s just a matter of putting it back together.” Everyone encouraged each other, and soon they were back on their feet. All the strong people went out to clean up the mess caused by the typhoon. The remaining elderly, women, children, and weaker individuals each contributed a little food, and everyone cooked together before resuming work.

Su Ranran hadn’t slept well and woke up not long after falling asleep. Seeing that everyone was cooking, she rolled up her sleeves and joined the logistics support team. Knowing that everyone was short of food, she added a little rice to each pot while helping to wash the rice.

What Su Ranran didn’t expect was that, despite adding only a small amount of rice, there was noticeably more rice porridge in each pot after cooking.

Su Ranran: …

This meal was sweet potato porridge. When harvesting grain, it was collected according to the number of people. Initially, it was expected that the sweet potato porridge would have more sweet potatoes and less rice, but to their surprise, the white rice in the pot didn’t decrease at all.

Zhang Aizhen, who was responsible for organizing the grain harvest, was stunned. For the first time, her usually serious face showed an expression of shock.

Everyone else looked at each other, equally confused.

They all knew how much food was harvested, how could there be so much rice?

“Could it be that someone put it in the wrong place? Why is there so much rice porridge?”

After cooking sweet potato porridge for so many years, how could they not know the proper ratio of rice and sweet potatoes? Upon hearing this, everyone rushed to check their food. In the end, no one found that there was much left. The amount left after the harvest was almost the same as what remained now.

Everyone was even more confused. The final conclusion was that the person who cooked the porridge was truly amazing, as they had managed to cook so much rice porridge with so little rice. Apart from that, they couldn’t think of any other explanation.

Su Ranran, who hadn’t been discovered, quietly breathed a sigh of relief. But she also became very curious about the rice and paddy in the space. In her previous life, she had noticed that although there was only a certain amount of rice, the rice porridge made from it seemed to double in quantity.

Others were happy that there was more rice porridge today, meaning they would have more to eat later. This was the only thing that brought joy since the typhoon. The children eagerly looked at the large pots, while the men focused on clearing away the trees and stones that the typhoon had scattered, ensuring that they could make their way home quickly.

Shen He checked all the resettlement points in the military camp.

Afterward, the losses were counted. The doors and windows of two resettlement sites were blown off, six people were injured, and there was almost no property loss. Considering the severity of the typhoon, this was the least damage they could have hoped for. No one complained, and everyone was grateful to the government and the army. If they hadn’t been evacuated in time, they might have all perished.

After the typhoon passed, the previously empty island was full of people again. Everyone silently worked to clean up the mess left by the storm. No one complained. By the end of the day, the roads leading to the villages had been cleared. Su Ranran also carried her bag and followed the other military dependents back to the family compound.

The food had been carried back home by the men first.

A group of exhausted people walked on the cleared sand road, slowly making their way toward the family compound. On Su Ranran’s left stood Zhong Juhua and her three children. The children had finally regained their usual liveliness and chattered along the way, but no one minded their noise.

As they were walking, Zhang Xiaohua’s voice suddenly came from the right

“Mom, let me help you carry the bag.”

Su Ranran turned around and saw Wang Chunmei, who had just caught up, carrying one bag of food in one hand and another bag hanging over her shoulder.