Chapter 310: Chapter 310: The Hail Ca
After chatting for a while, Gu Pan and Lu Ruisheng said goodbye and left.
Lu Jianguo ca over in the evening and said that the theft gang Gu Pan and Lu Ruisheng had been tracking had been completely arrested. Twelve people in total, and the base was going to award them certificates of recognition.
In the following days, the entire base was bustling with activity. The top floors were being fortified, and every household was checking their windows in preparation for the next disaster.
Guo Gang bought an old bicycle and spent the days helping out here with ng ng.
Now, it seed only Shi Liang and his wife were missing; no one knew if they were still in the previous city or still working as second-hand dealers. All they could hope for was that they were alive.
A week later, all the safety asures at the base were completed. There were shelters on the streets, windows in every house had been sealed, and roofs and rooftops were reinforced.
The radio broadcast encouraged everyone who didn’t need to go out to stay in, work shifts were split to half in the morning and half in the afternoon, and those who went out had to wear safety helts and raincoats. In half a month, staff would deliver vegetables and at to each household once.
Gu Pan and Lu Ruisheng decided not to go out anymore and just stayed at ho.
Five days later, they woke up early to a terrifyingly overcast day—an ominous feeling that many possessed appeared.
Soon, hail began to fall from the sky, ice balls the size of fists plumted down, quickly forming a thick layer on the ground.
People on the street were prepared, so no one was injured.
But people outside the base weren’t so lucky. A piece of hail could knock soone unconscious, burying them and literally freezing them to death where they fell.
Gu Pan and Lu Ruisheng sat by the window watching outside. Their villa was built on a high foundation, but they didn’t feel safe, so they had piled sandbags by the door a few days earlier.
Before the apocalypse, hail would last an hour at most, but this ti it continued into the night without stopping.
Of course, this was expected; if it were like before the apocalypse, it wouldn’t be the apocalypse.
They had walkie-talkies. Today, Feng Zhekai, Fang Lanlan, and Chen Shaonan were working while Lu Xuerong had closed her shop to stay ho. Teacher Duan had an afternoon shift and hadn’t gone out yet when the disaster started, and Cheng Yang was also supposed to work in the afternoon but ended up stuck at ho.
Everyone reported that they were safe.
Feng Zhekai, Fang Lanlan, and Chen Shaonan’s workplaces were very safe, so there was no need to worry. They had enough supplies to stay at their units without needing assistance from ho.
As for Lu Jianguo, Gu Pan had already brought him a lot of non-perishable food, and he hadn’t planned to return for a while. He had clothes, food, supplies, and dication, so there was no need to worry.
Everyone had also stocked up on supplies in advance, so they wouldn’t need to go out for a month.
Of course, there were worries. If this pattern of hail continued for a month, extre cold might ensue.
However, it was better than expected because the temperature wasn’t low, so the hail lted as it fell, but there was still always a layer of ice on the ground.
Besides these concerns, they also worried about how long their rooftops could withstand continual hail. Many buildings’ endurance was unknown, but Gu Pan and the others had the option to move downstairs if the upper floors leaked, providing additional protection. The single-story areas might need centralized base assistance.
If it ca to that, the base likely had several types of shelters ready, but suffering was inevitable.
Gu Pan took photos from every angle outside; these images really needed to be preserved as they would be precious in the future.
The noise from the hail was quite loud, clanging against the rooftops, but it was unavoidable. They had considered soundproofing materials, but where would they get so many resources?
Gu Pan and the others couldn’t be exceptional, thinking maybe just wearing earplugs to sleep would suffice.
Because of the thorough preparation, there were no losses, and people’s emotional fluctuations were minimal.
In the afternoon, Cheng Yang, wearing a modified pot lid for protection, and Chen Lang ca over to play cards with Gu Pan and Lu Ruisheng.
They regretted not having built tunnels earlier; if there had been tunnels connecting their hos, wouldn’t that have been more convenient? If they continued to live here, they might consider this option.
With the current weather situation, the four of them just sat in the living room playing cards, well supplied with food and drinks, rather comfortable.
After all, they couldn’t change anything; not causing troubles for the base was the greatest contribution a base resident could make.
Before long, the base broadcast tily started, and once a disaster occurred, those uplifting speeches and empowering songs began to play.
This thod was sothing Gu Pan and the others were very familiar with, and while repetitive, it indeed was effective in calming people’s nerves, even soone like Gu Pan who had been reborn and returned listened and felt reassured.
After a week of continuous hail, there was no sign of it stopping, but everyone was prepared, so no one was injured.
However, what most people were now concerned about was the vegetable greenhouses. If the greenhouses were damaged, the bimonthly vegetable deliveries would be disrupted, which was sothing everyone hoped to avoid due to the lack of sunlight. Although there were still daylight hours, the absence of sunlight ant people would suffer without the nutrients from vegetables.
Gu Pan and her group weren’t worried; even without fresh vegetables, her family and friends had freeze-dried vegetables and fruits that could still supplent their nutrition. However, the noise from the hail really beca aggravating.
It was like countless tal balls striking the rooftops—so loud it caused ringing in their ears, and prolonged exposure could make soone irritable.
Gu Pan turned on the sound system to play so slow tunes, hoping to distract and calm her inner turmoil, but perhaps because she was inherently uneasy, it seed futile, so she eventually turned it off. They sat by the window, obscured by the thinly fild glass, not clearly seeing outside.
Thus, Gu Pan decided to take out so ingredients and start cooking. Once finished, she stored everything neatly back in “Space.”
She had a persistent feeling of foreboding, sensing that the future might beco even more difficult.
The days spent confined at ho soon passed a month, and there were indeed damages to their house’s roof, as was the case with their neighbors.
But since they couldn’t fix the roof then, everyone moved downstairs, letting the upper floor endure what it could.
Despite running a dehumidifier daily, their ho was still very damp. Without sunlight, with continual hail, and a constant thin layer of ice and water on the ground, it was endlessly cold and dreary; they had started using a charcoal stove at ho.
Fortunately, the base’s location at the elevated foot of a mountain prevented water accumulation; all water drained through channels out of the base, flowing away, eliminating flooding concerns.
In the evening, the broadcast started, “Residents of No.7 Base, residents of No.7 Base? This hail disaster has affected the inhabitants of the single-story hos and the top floors of apartnt buildings. Tomorrow, the base will systematically relocate the affected residents to the Underground City for collective sheltering. Please ensure eligible residents have their identification, pack their belongings, and await rescue.”
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