Chapter 737
The sea breeze is getting stronger.
The clouds are moving faster and faster.
The loudspeakers on Dandan Island are constantly broadcasting warnings about typhoon prevention and prevention.
"Everyone, listen carefully. According to the latest news, there may be a typhoon landing on our side. If your house is not in good condition, you must reinforce it.
There are also fishermen on our island. Those who have been fishing outside these two days and have not returned yet must report to the village committee.
Fishing boats must all stop in the shelter of our island before noon tomorrow. Don't come back too late. If they are stopped by other fishing boats, they will come to the village committee to make trouble and say that they will not let their own people stop first.
This typhoon may have a great impact on our island's kelp farming and fish raft farming. Please be prepared. After the typhoon comes, our island may have a power outage. Please prepare oil lamps, candles and flashlights."
Li Duoyu looked at the clouds running in the sky. It was almost certain that even if the typhoon did not land on their side, it would pass nearby.
After all, no one has a definite idea about the typhoon's trajectory. For an aquaculture company, the most feared thing is the typhoon.
But it is precisely because of the fear that the company has always had a corresponding typhoon prevention plan.
On the same day, Li Duoyu held a management meeting as soon as possible to determine the implementation of the company's typhoon prevention plan.
Nearly 2,000 employees were divided into more than ten groups, and each group had its own things to do.
The first group was responsible for covering all the factory buildings, and the second group was responsible for releasing water from the breeding ponds.
In this way, when the rainstorm comes, there is no need to worry about the pond water overflowing, causing the eels and shrimps to run away.
But this is just a remedial measure. Li Duoyu often heard from the people who engaged in breeding in his previous life that once the insurance is bought, if a typhoon comes, they can only leave it to fate.
Small typhoons are not afraid, but no matter how much they do, they can't protect against big typhoons.
But in this era, there is no such thing as fishery breeding insurance. All Li Duoyu can do is to harvest what needs to be harvested and reinforce what needs to be reinforced.
Seeing 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 basket by basket.
Li Duoyu was so heartbroken!
The yellow croakers now weigh only about one jin, and now is the time for them to grow. If they are raised for a few more months, they may grow to two jin.
But there is no way. As the wind on the sea becomes stronger and stronger, the windmills in the distance have been shut down.
If the fish in the fish rafts are not fished out now, when the wind reaches level nine, the fish rafts will shake so much that people can't stand on them at all. At that time, all the farmed yellow croakers can only be nested.
But what worries Li Duoyu the most is not the yellow croakers, but the abalones. Now the most valuable abalones are the abalones.
Fortunately, Li Duoyu has two large live fish boats, which can directly load all the abalone cages on board and take them away directly on the live fish boats.
For the first time, Li Duoyu felt that buying a live fish boat was a very wise choice. Even his second brother, who always called him a spendthrift, couldn't help but praise him for his thoughtfulness.
But Li Duoyu had never thought of this. He bought the live fish boat purely to "raise abalone in the south and raise it in the north".
He felt very distressed when it was idle. He never thought that it could carry abalone to avoid typhoons.
This batch of abalone has been raised for almost two years. Now is the fattening period. If it is collected now, it will be a big loss.
Moreover, President Ou and the island country have already placed orders with him. Although it is clearly stated in the contract that both parties do not need to compensate for natural disasters such as typhoons that cannot be resisted.
Although he can avoid compensation, Li Duoyu still wants to make money. In the past two days, half of the employees of Minlong have helped to load abalone on the live fish boat. After loading, the live fish boat directly sailed away.
Anyway, run to the north first. If the typhoon follows, then find a big shelter to hide.
In the past two days, many employees of Minlong Company did not sleep, and 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 there is a typhoon resistance plan, each group has a division of labor, and Minlong completed the work quickly.
By noon the next day, the wind at the seaside had become very strong, and the wind blowing over had already made a whistling sound.
The clouds in the sky are white at the top, dark in the middle and lower parts, and move very fast.
The typhoon is coming soon. As the village director, Li Duoyu and Chen Jianghe took a group of cadres to inspect the village and the new district in the strong wind.
Several elderly people who still live in dangerous houses were transferred to the village committee. The overall economy of Dandan Island is indeed good.
But some elderly people still have ordinary living conditions. Although Li Duoyu has set up an elderly association and an activity center.
But he could only help them solve the problem of food and clothing, and could not provide them with better houses to live in.
Although he was very rich, he could only give small favors. If he helped too much, it would only backfire.
After all, people are not worried about the lack of resources, but the inequality. At that time, if they help with good intentions, they might get into trouble.
But when these elderly people were transferred, Li Duoyu couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that many years had passed since the last transfer of the elderly, and many of those who were transferred at that time were no longer there.
Chen Wenchao's grandma has also passed away. When the typhoon came that year, the house collapsed and she still had a root cause of 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 here mending fishing nets.
Now he is gone.
Time flies so fast. He has been in this world for almost ten years. Now thinking about it, the first few years are the most interesting.
But people are like this. When they start to work hard, they think about success, but once they succeed, they start to miss the passionate years.
Maybe this is greed.
In the evening, huge waves kept hitting the dock, stirring up several meters of waves. At this time, you can already see a lot of foam being hit on the shore.
There are kelp ropes hanging on the foam balls, and some ropes even have kelp on them.
What is certain is that someone's kelp fields must have suffered, and it should be those farmers who hesitated and finally failed to collect the kelp in time.
This year, it is good enough for those who engage in kelp farming to break even. Many farmers not only fail to make money, but may also lose a lot.
Li Duoyu has the largest number of kelp fields, and the loss is unavoidable, so he can only try to reduce it.
He has asked the workers to remove most of the foam floats, so that when the typhoon comes, the resistance will be smaller, and if he is lucky, the number of piles to be pulled out will not be so many.
As for the shrimp ponds with dikes near the sea, Li Duoyu simply harvested them all and put them all in the cold storage.
It is certain that the dikes that are only a few meters high cannot prevent typhoons. Sure enough, around the afternoon, big waves hit the dikes, and a large amount of seawater poured into the shrimp ponds in an instant.
And in the oyster fields not far away, most of the bamboo poles have begun to tilt.
Compared with abalone and shrimp, oysters can't be harvested in a hurry. Small-scale breeding can be thrown into the pond, but there is no place to put them in the breeding area of hundreds of acres.
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 shelter kept colliding, making all kinds of friction and collision sounds.
In Li Duoyu's house, Minmin stood by the window, watching the rain splashing directly on the window.
Chen Huiying said worriedly: "You two come here quickly, you 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 and asked excitedly: "Brother, do you think that with such a strong typhoon, will there be fish blown up and hit us?"
Li Puyi was like an older brother: "How is it possible? Unless there is a waterspout, it is impossible to throw fish over."
"What is a waterspout?"
Li Puyi slapped his forehead. He was really speechless about this sister. It was simply a "100,000 Whys".
Longlong on the side was much more obedient than her. He just liked to watch cartoons.
And at this moment, the lights in the room suddenly went out, the TV flickered, and then it 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 who was lying on the sofa, and then said: "There is no electricity, everyone should go to bed first, and when you wake up, the typhoon will be gone."
Li Minmin hugged Li Duoyu's thigh: "Dad, I'm scared, I want to sleep with you at night."
"Hmph, clingy."
"Lululu."
Zhou Xiaoying, who had just finished taking a shower, came over and took Li Minmin away directly: "Your dad has something to do, mother will sleep with you first."
"No, I want it."
But before she finished speaking, she found that mother's face had changed, and she immediately swallowed the rest of the words back.
After the children went into the house to sleep, Li Duoyu kept looking at the direction of the factory. It was a lie to say that he was not worried.
But there was nothing he could do. The typhoon was coming, and it was useless for him to worry about it.
The typhoon blew all night long. When I woke up the next day, it was still raining, but the wind had obviously weakened to about level 8.
Li Duoyu came to the dock just after dawn, and Erbaiwu followed him when he saw him go out.
Erbaiwu is now ten years old, which is already the twilight years for a dog.
The hair on his body is not as shiny as before, and he can't run as fast as before, but the older he gets, the more he sticks to Li Duoyu. As long as he returns to the island, he will try to follow him.
The whole dock is a mess, with foam buoys, broken bamboos, and various kelp ropes everywhere, which directly blocked the dock.
Fishing boats can't get out. If they want to sail out, they must clear these foam buoys and kelp ropes.
Nowadays, there is no need for Li Duoyu to call for it. The villagers have spontaneously cleaned up and cleared the kelp ropes to the shore.
On the beach in the oyster farming area, there were patches of white oysters washed ashore, all of which were quite large. 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 planned to take the surviving oysters to the processing plant and have them make dried oysters.
As for the fish raft, it was blown apart just as he expected, and the first dog house was blown away.
After the kelp ropes near the shelter were almost cleared, Li Duoyu sailed to the Qixingwan breeding base.
The situation was better than he expected. The roof of the factory was only blown off a little bit, 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, it switched to self-generation mode as soon as possible, so the shrimp fry in the breeding farm did not suffer any losses.
As for the eel ponds and shrimp ponds, after the heavy rain, the water quality must be checked as soon as possible, especially the shrimp ponds.
Because the heavy rainfall brought by the typhoon is all fresh water, if there is too much fresh water, the salt in the shrimp pond will be diluted, the water body will fluctuate violently, and if it is not handled in the first time, the shrimp will get sick.
And this is the secondary disaster brought by the typhoon. In the past, many farmers thought that everything would be fine after the typhoon.
But after the typhoon, the water body was damaged and various viruses were infected, which directly took away the shrimp in the whole pond.
In general, although Minlong suffered a lot of losses, all the yellow croakers were put into the cold storage in advance, and the fish rafts were also scraped.
But the actual impact of the typhoon on the company was not very large, because the company's basic plate has long been no longer aquaculture.
Minlong now pays more attention to the added value of products. Feed and aquatic processed products are Minlong's most profitable projects.
But other farmers do not have such conditions as him. This typhoon has poured cold water on many radical farmers.
For many farmers, the arrival of this typhoon has made their work in the past one or two years in vain.
Some kelp farmers drove boats and pulled thick ropes to directly pull up the kelp piles, looking at the messy kelp fields in front of them.
Many people were stunned on the spot. They were confused about the future path. Should they continue to pile and grow kelp, or give up farming?
A shrimp farmer in Shangqi Village stared blankly at the shrimp pond filled with seawater. His eyes were already wet. There were no shrimps in the pond.
He invested tens of thousands of yuan in total. Now there is still a lot of feed left, but in the end there is nothing.
"Damn it."
"What a bullshit God."
"What a typhoon."
The shrimp farmer was full of resentment, but there was nothing he could do.
After this typhoon, aquaculture farmers really felt afraid of typhoons. (End of this chapter)