Laoliu and Baoye stop talking and look at Nian Gao.

Wang Qiao, who was sewing clothes for the children, did not respond for a moment: "fast? What fast? "

Nian Gao's face panicked: "the game of the gods is not over yet. After the lightning strike, the wind begins to blow again."

Wang Qiaoyi Zheng, the clothes in his hand slipped to the ground.

Laoliu and Baoye quickly walk to the window. Outside, the sun is blazing in the sky, but the dust is flying all over the sky. In front of them, the yellow color blocks the sun in the sky and prevents them from seeing the distant scenery. They can only hear the big trees rustling.

"Wind disaster..." Thinking of what Baoye said a few days ago, Laoliu quickly turned his head and looked at Baoye. He was surprised and said, "Lord Bao, it's a storm."

That is to say, what Mr. Bao said a few days ago is true.

Baoye frowns slightly.

"Ugly slave, how do you know that the gods' games are thunderstorms and windstorms, and the order in which they occur?" Nian Gao asked curiously

Baoye crooked his lips: "didn't I say that? I know everything. "

Nian Gao hissed, saying that he didn't believe what he said. He must have been close to the master recently, and the master told him about it.

Wang Qiao murmured: "if you really want to be like the ugly slave said, after the wind disaster, there will be floods and pestilence."

Laoliuhe and niangao looked very ugly when he heard the word "plague".

In case of thunderstorms, windstorms and floods, they can still avoid or find ways to help themselves. However, if they encounter plague, they will really die because they don't know when, who or where they will be infected. After infection, they have no medicine to cure, and they can only wait to die.

Baoye said: "after you go back, talk to your family about this matter and make them prepare for prevention."

Sixth, they nodded, whether it is true or not, it is not a bad thing to be prepared.

When it was time to go to work, everyone blocked their eyes with their hands and walked hard to the gate. However, the lorry to pick them up was delayed.

They waited for more than an hour in front of the gate against the wind and sand before the truck slowly opened.

The slaves got on the bus.

The truck was so slow that the driver couldn't see the road ahead. Moreover, the wind made the front of the truck seem to float.

After returning to the slave to build the shed, the situation was not optimistic. The shed was made of iron sheet, which was not firm at all. Once the strong wind blows, the shed shakes and vibrates. It gives people a feeling that if the wind is stronger, the shed will be uprooted.

Everyone was afraid to hide in the shed, ears are full of tin shaking, the top of the shed seems to be opened at any time the wind.

Jiang Yu was afraid to say, "the game of gods is not over yet."

The others were silent.

Baoye comforts him: "don't worry, the iron sheet of the shed is not thick, even if it falls down, it will not kill people."

They have a three-layer iron bed frame. Even if they fall down, they still have a bed to support them. They don't have to worry about sleeping at night. The top bed is surrounded by a fence, which is about 4 decimeters high. After the shed falls, there is a fence supporting the bed, which can't press the people on the bed.

Jiang Yu didn't like to stare at him: "crow mouth."

Baoye:

Last time he scolded him for not comforting people. This time he comforted him and said that he had crow's mouth. If he didn't say that, the shed would not fall down?

It's obviously impossible.

On that night, the wind became stronger and stronger, overturning all the shed iron covers, and even the pillars were pulled up. Although no one was hurt, the wind was too strong, and the quilts were blown away, even all the beds were moved.