In 1983, a small island started from a large farmer

The sea breeze is getting stronger.

The clouds moved faster and faster.

The loudspeakers on Dandan Island continuously broadcast reminders about typhoon prevention and control.

"Everyone, listen carefully. According to the latest news, a typhoon may land on our side. If your house is in bad condition, you must reinforce it.

As for the fishermen on our island, those who have been out fishing in the past two days and have not returned yet must report to the village committee.

All fishing boats must park in the sheltered harbor of our island before noon tomorrow. Don’t come back too late. If they are parked in the harbor by other fishing boats, you can come to the village committee and make a scene, saying that you cannot park first.

This typhoon may have a great impact on our island's kelp farming and fish cage farming. Please be prepared. After the typhoon comes, our island may have power outages. Please prepare oil lamps, candles and flashlights."

Li Duoyu looked at the clouds moving in the sky and was almost certain that even if the typhoon did not land here, it would pass nearby.

After all, no one has an accurate idea of ​​the typhoon's trajectory, and for an aquaculture company, the most feared thing is a typhoon.

But precisely because we are so afraid, the company has always had corresponding typhoon prevention plans.

On the same day, Li Duoyu convened a management meeting to decide on the implementation of the company's anti-typhoon plan.

Nearly two thousand employees are divided into more than ten groups, and each group has its own tasks.

The first group was responsible for covering all the factory buildings, and the second group was responsible for draining water from the breeding ponds.

This way, when heavy rain comes, there is no need to worry about the pond water overflowing and causing the eels and shrimps to run away.

But this is just a remedial measure. In his previous life, Li Duoyu often heard people engaged in breeding say that once they buy insurance, they can only leave it to fate if a typhoon comes.

Don't be afraid of small typhoons, but no matter how much you do, you can't prevent big typhoons.

But in this era, there is no such thing as fishery farming insurance. All Li Duoyu can do is to harvest what needs to be harvested and reinforce what needs to be reinforced.

Looking at the yellow croakers that had only been raised for more than a year, they were all fished out of the net cages and put into the cold storage in baskets.

Li Duoyu was so heartbroken!

The yellow croaker now weighs only about one kilogram. It is in the period of growing. If it is raised for a few more months, it may grow to two kilograms.

But there was nothing we could do. As the wind at sea grew stronger, the windmills in the distance had been shut down.

If we don’t catch the fish in the fish cage now, when the wind speed reaches level nine, the fish cage will shake violently and people will not be able to stand on it. At that time, all the farmed yellow croakers will have to be buried in the nest.

But what worries Li Duoyu the most is not the yellow croaker, but the abalone. Abalone is the most valuable fish in breeding now.

Fortunately, Li Duoyu had two large live fish boats, so he loaded all the abalone cages directly onto the boats and took them away.

For the first time, Li Duoyu felt that buying a live fish boat was a very wise decision. Even his second brother, who always called him a spendthrift, couldn't help but praise him for being thoughtful.

But Li Duoyu had never thought about this. He bought the live fish boat purely because he wanted to "raise southern abalone in the north".

I felt really bad about it when it was just sitting there idle, but I never thought it could be used to carry abalone to avoid typhoons.

This batch of abalone has been raised for almost two years and is now in the fattening period. If we collect them now, we will suffer a huge loss.

Moreover, President Ou and the island country had already placed orders with him, although the contract clearly stated that neither party would have to pay compensation in the event of an unavoidable natural disaster such as a typhoon.

Although he could avoid losing money, Li Duoyu still wanted to make money. In the past two days, half of the employees of Minlong were helping to load abalone onto the live fish boat. After loading, the live fish boat sailed away.

Anyway, just run north first. If a typhoon follows us, we can find a large shelter to hide.

During these two days, many employees of Minlong Company did not sleep, so Li Duoyu only took a short nap.

It is no exaggeration to say that Li Duoyu's experience in resisting typhoons is definitely much better than that of ordinary experts.

Because of the anti-typhoon plan, each group had a division of labor, and Minlong completed the work very quickly.

By noon the next day, the wind at the beach had become so strong that it even made a whistling sound.

The clouds in the sky are white at the top, dark in the middle and lower parts, and they move very fast.

The typhoon was about to arrive. As the village director, Li Duoyu and Chen Jianghe led a group of cadres to conduct a final inspection of the village and the new district in the strong wind.

Several elderly people who were still living in dilapidated houses were moved to the village committee. The overall economy of Dandan Island is indeed good.

However, some elderly people still live in very ordinary conditions, although Li Duoyu has set up an elderly association and activity center.

But it can only help them solve the problem of food and clothing, and cannot provide them with better houses to live in.

Although he is very rich, only small favors can be given to him. If you help him too much, it will only backfire.

After all, people are not worried about the lack of wealth but the inequality of wealth. When the time comes, if you help with good intentions, you may end up in trouble.

But when these elderly people were being transferred, Li Duoyu couldn't help but sigh. It seemed like many years had passed since the last time the elderly were transferred, and many of those who had been transferred back then were no longer there.

Chen Wenchao's grandmother has passed away. When the typhoon came, the collapse of the house left her with a chronic illness.

Li Duoyu looked at the dilapidated and moss-covered stone house in front of him. At this time two years ago, there was always an old man with only a few teeth left mending his fishing nets here.

It's gone now.

Time flies so fast. He has been in this world for nearly ten years. Thinking back now, the first few years were the most interesting.

But people are like this. When they first start working hard, they think about success, but once they succeed, they begin to miss the passionate years.

Maybe this is greed.

In the evening, huge waves kept hitting the pier, creating waves several meters high. At this time, you could already see a lot of foam being beaten onto the shore.

There are kelp ropes hanging on the foam balls, and some of the ropes even have kelp on them.

What is certain is that someone’s kelp fields must have suffered, and it must be those farmers who hesitated and ultimately failed to harvest the kelp in time.

For those who engage in kelp farming this year, it would be good enough if they can break even. Many farmers not only fail to make any money, but may even lose a lot.

Li Duoyu has the largest number of kelp fields, so losses are unavoidable and he can only try to reduce them as much as possible.

He has asked the workers to remove most of the foam floats so that when a typhoon comes, there will be less resistance and, with luck, not so many piles to pull out.

As for the shrimp ponds on the dikes near the sea, Li Duoyu simply harvested them all and put them all into the cold storage.

What is certain is that the dike that is only a few meters high cannot prevent the typhoon. Sure enough, around the afternoon, huge waves hit the dike, and a large amount of seawater poured into the shrimp pond in an instant.

In the oyster fields not far away, most of the bamboo poles had begun to tilt.

Compared with abalone and shrimp, oysters are hard to harvest. Small-scale breeding can be dumped into ponds, but with hundreds of acres of breeding area, there is simply no place to put them. In the end, Li Duoyu could only respect "Oyster Cloud" and let them go free.

After nightfall, as the wind grew louder and louder, the rain fell sideways, and the fishing boats in the harbor kept colliding with each other, making all kinds of friction and collision noises.

In Li Duoyu's house, Minmin stood by the window, watching the rain splashing directly on the window.

Chen Huiying said worriedly, "Come here quickly, you two can't stand by the window during a typhoon."

Minmin frowned and said:
"Grandma, why can't we stand here?"

"Why so many whys? Come here quickly."

Li Puyi, who had just finished his homework, said: "When I was a child, my father told me that things would fly around in a typhoon, and it would be very dangerous if they flew over and hit the glass."

Li Minmin, who had two ponytails, blinked her eyes and asked excitedly, "Brother, with such a strong typhoon, will there be fish blown up and hit us?"

Li Puyi acted like an elder brother: "How is that possible? Unless there is a waterspout, it is impossible for the fish to be thrown over here."

"What is a waterspout?"

Li Pu slapped his forehead. He was really speechless about this sister. She was simply like a character in "100,000 Whys".

Longlong next to her is much more obedient than her and just likes watching cartoons.

At this moment, the lights in the room suddenly went out, the TV flickered, and then went black.

The two children were startled by the sudden power outage, and at this time, Li Duoyu lit the kerosene lamp.

Chen Huiying picked up Longlong from the sofa and said, "The electricity is out. Everyone, go to sleep first. When you wake up, the typhoon will be gone."

Li Minmin hugged Li Duoyu's thighs and said, "Dad, I'm scared. I want to sleep with you at night."

"Hmph, you're such a clingy person."

"A little bit."

Zhou Xiaoying, who had just finished taking a shower, came over and took Li Minmin away: "Your father still has things to do, mother will sleep with you first."

"No, I want it."

But before she could finish her words, she noticed that her mother's expression had changed, and she immediately swallowed the rest of her words.

After the children went into the house and fell asleep, Li Duoyu kept looking in the direction of the factory, saying that he would be lying if he said he was not worried.

But there was nothing he could do. The typhoon was coming and there was no point in him worrying about it.

The typhoon blew all night long. When I woke up the next day, it was still raining, but the wind speed had obviously weakened to about level 8.

Li Duoyu arrived at the dock just after dawn, and Idiot followed him when he saw him go out.

Erbaiwu is now ten years old, which is already the twilight years for a dog.

The fur on its body is not as shiny as before, and it can't run as fast as before, but the older it gets, the more it sticks to Li Duoyu. As long as he returns to the island, it will try its best to follow him.

The entire dock was in a mess, with foam buoys, broken bamboos, and various kelp ropes everywhere, which directly blocked the dock.

The fishing boats couldn't get out even if they wanted to. If they wanted to sail out, they had to clear away the foam buoys and kelp ropes.

Now there is no need for Li Duoyu to call for help, as the villagers have started to clean up on their own, bringing the kelp ropes to the shore.

On the beach in the oyster breeding area, there were patches of white oysters washed ashore. They were all quite large in size. Everyone knew that most of them belonged to the village director.

Due to Li Duoyu's prestige in the village, there was no looting this time. Instead, many people took sacks and took the initiative to help pick up the larger and better oysters.

Lao Li plans to take these surviving oysters to the processing plant and have them made into dried oysters.

As for the fishing raft, it was blown to pieces just as he expected, and the original dog house was blown away.

After the kelp ropes near the safe harbor were almost cleared, Li Duoyu sailed to the Qixing Bay breeding base.

The situation was better than he had imagined. Only a little bit of the roof of the factory was blown off, not all of it.

According to my brother-in-law, there was a power outage here last night, but fortunately Minlong has its own diesel generator system.

After the power outage, the farm immediately switched to self-generation mode, so that the shrimp seedlings in the farm did not suffer any losses.

As for the eel ponds and shrimp ponds, the first thing to do after the heavy rain is to check the water quality, especially the shrimp ponds.

Because the heavy rainfall brought by typhoons is all fresh water. If there is too much fresh water, the salt in the shrimp pond will be diluted and the water body will fluctuate violently. If it is not dealt with immediately, the shrimp will become sick.

This is the secondary disaster brought by the typhoon. In the past, many farmers thought that everything would be fine after the typhoon passed.

But after the typhoon, the water body was damaged and infected with various viruses, which directly took away all the shrimps in the entire pond.

Overall, although the losses of Minlong were huge, all the yellow croakers were put into cold storage in advance and the fish cages were also scraped and damaged.

However, the actual impact of the typhoon on the company is not that great, because the company's core business is no longer breeding.

Minlong now pays more attention to the added value of products, and feed and aquatic processed products are Minlong's most profitable projects.

But other farmers do not have the same conditions as him, and this typhoon has poured cold water on many radical farmers.

For many farmers, the arrival of this typhoon has made all their work over the past one or two years in vain.

Some kelp farmers drove boats and pulled thick ropes to directly pull up the kelp piles and looked at the messy kelp fields in front of them.

Many people were stunned where they were. They were confused about the future. Should they continue to grow kelp by driving piles or give up farming?

A shrimp farmer from Shangqi Village was staring at the shrimp pond filled with sea water in a daze, his eyes already moist. There were no shrimps left in the pond.

In total, he invested tens of thousands of dollars, and now he still has a lot of feed left, but in the end he will have nothing.

"Ganny motherfucker."

"What the hell, God."

"What typhoon?"

The shrimp farmer's eyes were filled with resentment, but there was nothing he could do.

After this typhoon, aquaculture farmers have truly become afraid of typhoons. (End of this chapter)