Li Jianguo and the others came back early in the horse cart.
By then, Li Long had battered and fried the small basin of Flower Ditch Fish that Li Qiang and the others had cleaned.
There was no time to make lunch, and whether they could cook dinner was still uncertain, so the fish would serve as a snack.
People who had lived here for years knew how fierce the yellow wind could be.
Here at the Production Team, there had long been a stretch of yellow winds every year around the turn of spring and summer. This weather phenomenon, known in later years as Sandstorm, was not like that widely circulated short video, with sand blowing in on the wind like clouds or mist.
How could he describe it?
What Li Long remembered most vividly was a scene from the Mummy movies, when the pharaoh turned into a mass of windblown sand and swept toward them. That was what it felt like.
Looking at the sky in the Northwest now, he saw the yellow wind approaching slowly like a wall.
It looked slow, but it was actually moving very fast. Because no part of it stood out, and the whole thing advanced like a wall, it appeared quite slow.
It felt like a creeping artillery barrage.
Back in the yard, Li Jianguo and Liang Yuemei hurried to put the horse in its Horse Pen. Li Long had already cooked the pig feed and set it aside.
"Brother, Yuemei, there might well be rain after this yellow wind. You should put some firewood inside," Li Long said. "Things are all right over at the Stable, but it'll be harder to manage here. Oh, and don't bother making lunch. I bought steamed buns. They're not really cold yet, so they'll do