Author: Ji Shuo

Su Wangyun, who was squatting in front of Ming Dai, paused obviously.

After a long while, without asking why or simply stopping the idea, Su Wangyun nodded calmly and said:

"OK."

Then he continued to wrap the bandage and asked casually,

"When are you going to say it? Everyone is very busy now, and it may be difficult to find the village chief for a while."

Mingdai lowered her eyes: "Don't you ask me why?"

"I think you are right, so," after a pause, Su Wangyun looked at Mingdai encouragingly, "there will definitely be many people who think the same as us, you just need to say it firmly."

"good."

Mingdai received the first support, and her uneasy heart calmed down a little.

After the wound was bandaged, Su Wangyun actively helped Mingdai go to the village chief to discuss it.

But just as Su Wangyun had worried before, everyone was very busy, and by the time the village chief was free, it would already be afternoon.

The minor accident in the village has been dealt with now, but looking at the state of the heavy rain, there is no intention of stopping at all. Instead, it is getting heavier and heavier.

Everyone in the program team ate some noodles in a hurry at noon, but inexplicably, no one complained about being hungry, and silent anxiety flowed among them, leaving no time to worry about whether they were hungry or not.

When will it rain heavily?

What does the weather forecast say?

Do you want to continue recording the variety show?

When the village committee office where everyone in the program group was staying fell into silence, the village chief in a raincoat walked over, followed by his son. The father and son had been busy all day long with various things in the village.

The producer was the first to stand up and greet her. She was the person who had the most contact with the village chief during this period:

"Why is the old village chief here? Is there something going on?"

"Didn't your people ask me to come? They said it was something very important."

The old village chief and his son looked at each other, a little confused about the current situation.

At this time, Mingdai came from outside the house: "I asked the village chief to come here."

Others were a little stunned and didn't understand what was going on.

Mingdai said in a deep voice: "Old village chief, if all of us move to a higher place, is there any suitable place?"

If Mingdai directly proposed the transfer, the old village chief would probably have to think about whether to agree or not.

But Ming Dai put aside her choice and asked directly for the next step.

The old village chief was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously said: "There is a cave on the top of the mountain over there. Villagers who occasionally go to the mountains to collect matsutake will spend the night in it. It's quite clean...but what's the purpose of this?"

Later, the old village chief came to his senses.

Mingdai got the answer, felt a little relieved and had a place to go.

"This heavy rain will not stop for a while. The village is backed by a mountain and it may not be safe. I suggest that everyone in the village temporarily move to the cave you just mentioned, village chief, until the rain stops."

The ancients were very particular about the location of villages. They wanted to hide the wind and gather energy. To put it bluntly, they had to be backed by mountains and flowing water. Such terrain was indeed very livable. However, in the event of a disaster such as a mudslide, if a landslide collapsed, the residential buildings next to the foot of the mountain would be destroyed.

One suffered a disaster, and the one closest to the mountain in this village was the small bungalow in the village where Mingdai and the others had been.

Ming Dai did not directly say that there would be a landslide. No one would believe her if she said it. Instead, they would question her mental problem.

Let me just use my experience of going to the village primary school just now. The extremely critical tile collapse can be used as evidence.

The old village chief heard this: "Why did you go to the village primary school...Chunni? Yanni? Why are you two sisters here? Where are your parents?"

The two sisters who were resting upstairs heard some noise and ran to the office on the first floor. Younger sister Yanni was obediently next to her older sister Chunni, while older sister Chunni looked at the old village chief with firm eyes.

"Second Grandpa, that beautiful sister is right."

Chuni was seven years old and had good language skills. She ran away from home and was told about the incident where Yanni took Mingdai and others to find her.

"There are big holes in the roof of the school! It's definitely not safe for everyone to stay at home. We should all go to the mountains like my beautiful sister said!"

The old village chief was anxious: "What do you know, little girl?"

On the surface, these words were talking about Chun Ni, but secretly they may not mean to reject Ming Dai.

Mingdai pretended not to hear: "Village chief, why don't you seriously consider what I said."

The old village chief knew that Mingdai was a big star and it was hard to say anything, but his son didn't care that much.

"It can't be that simple! How much effort will it take to move all the dozens of households in the village to the mountains? Besides, who knows when the rain will stop? If it rains for a month, we will live in the mountains for a month?"

The old village chief's son's words are contradictory, and there is some truth to them.

It was just these words that scared the others.

Other members of the program team sitting in the office:

"What? It's going to rain heavily for a month?"

"Should we get out of here first?"

"Why don't everyone in the village follow us out of the mountains!"

"..."

Everyone was talking to each other, and the scene was noisy and chaotic.

Ming Dai could not hide her anxiety.

The prerequisite for the mudslide that occurred in the previous life was that it rained heavily for two days and two nights.

The heavy rain has been falling for almost a day and night now, but Mingdai dare not bet that the mudslide will happen the day after tomorrow. Now the specific year, location, and relevant personnel have all changed. Who knows whether the time of the heavy rain will change?

Maybe it will be postponed, maybe it will be brought forward... Mingdai doesn't dare to think about the one in ten thousand possibility, she can only try her best to ensure the safety of everyone!

In the crowd, Li Luo stood at the back, quietly paying attention to Ming Dai's anxious eyebrows.

Even though Ming Dai conceals her behavior very well, as a fan who pays attention to the idol's movements, he can catch and sense Ming Dai's every subtle emotional change.

Suddenly, Li Luo cleared his throat.

The agent beside him, Brother Zhao, quickly turned to look at him.

Li Luo said solemnly: "Actually, when I was sleeping in the middle of the night last night, I heard a loud roar coming from the mountains."

As soon as these words came out, the whole office fell silent.

Others were confused: "Is there a loud noise in the mountains?"

"I don't know, I slept very deeply."

"I was a light sleeper, but I didn't hear anything."

Everyone looked suspicious.

Li Luo hurriedly explained: "Maybe because I am a singer and am more sensitive to sounds."

This explanation is quite reliable.

So everyone turned their attention to another senior singer. As a senior who debuted for more than 20 years, he must have more experience in the field of voice.

"..." The veteran singer looked a little embarrassed, "Don't look at me, I wear earplugs when I sleep. The rainstorm last night was too loud. I really can't sleep without them!"

Then no one can prove whether what Li Luo said is true or false.

Some people suspected that Li Luo heard it wrong.

Ming Dai looked at Li Luo inquiringly, thoughtfully.

Li Luo's heart was pounding with nervousness.
Chapter completed!