The last batch of people digging large pits was just about to retreat when a sudden strong wind caught them off guard. They struggled forward, heads down and eyes squinted, supported by the tools in their hands against the wind.
Women waiting for their husbands stood at the doorway, craning their necks to look out, and finally saw figures approaching.
Cheng Xiaoxiao also saw Qi Fei, pulled him inside, and immediately locked the door. The wind was unsettling.
Mr. Cheng sighed, "When I was four or five years old, the village suffered from a flood. The wind blew hard the day before, but it wasn't as strong as tonight. Thankfully, we reinforced the house."
Cheng Jia poked his head out, "Dad, you still remember what happened when you were four or five?"
Mr. Cheng: "..."
Cheng Xiaoxiao chuckled, "You look down on our dad like that, huh?"
