Pampered By All In Different Planes

"You didn't hear wrong, it's true," Su Zhiruan said, looking at the people crowding at the door as she took out a few pieces of paper from the top of the documents, "This is the chart of weather changes we've monitored."

Some took the charts with skepticism, looked them over, and found that they couldn't quite understand them.

Su Zhiruan sighed, her gaze shifting to the coat hanging on the rack.

Lately, the temperature had dropped significantly from before. It used to average above fifty degrees, but recently, the temperature had plummeted rapidly, reaching forty degrees.

In the times before the apocalypse, this temperature would have been considered high, but now, it had improved a lot.

After such a prolonged battle with the heavens, even a temperature of forty degrees was seen as good news.

"The recent temperatures have indeed lowered a lot, but that doesn't mean much for what comes next. We already have little water, if we split up now, wouldn't that be worse?" someone still expressed confusion.

Grandpa Wen and Grandma Wen looked thoughtful after reading the charts.

"Yes," someone agreed, "If there's heavy rainfall, surely there will be water vapor rising, right? With the current weather conditions, where is the water vapor coming from? I don't think there will be heavy rainfall."

Grandpa Wen gripped his cane, "She is right."

The person who had just spoken thought Grandpa Wen was agreeing with him, and his face immediately brightened with pleasure, "Exactly, exactly, Miss Su, you—"

"I said, Ruanruan is right," Grandpa Wen clarified.

Grandma Wen sat down, "In hot weather, warm air masses dominate the sky. When cold air masses arrive, they will surely bring wind and cooling, leading to rainfall. The interaction of warm and cold air masses will definitely cause precipitation. Now that the temperature has already dropped, just wait and see if you don't believe it."

After hearing this, the crowd gathered here gradually began to understand, and the voices of opposition grew quieter.

"Do as I say, and do it soon. Any later and it'll be too late," Su Zhiruan calculated the time; it was almost upon them.

"Alright, we understand."

Although there were objections, the majority were in support, and the decision had to be made according to what Su Zhiruan said.

Most people in the base had great faith in Su Zhiruan. Though a small portion stubbornly opposed, the base began relocating to higher ground, harvesting crops, and digging many more rivers as she had instructed.

She also broadcasted this information nationwide.

Some leaders in various places completely believed her and immediately began preparations, while others found her words ludicrous and therefore did not comply.

Regardless, Su Zhiruan had fulfilled her responsibility. She had notified all who needed to be informed. Whether they listened or not was their concern now.

The day after the Start of Autumn.

The sky turned uncharacteristically dark.

The temperature also dropped dramatically, plummeting twenty degrees overnight from forty.

The people at the base had moved to higher ground. Due to the large population, everyone worked together to fortify the high places on the mountain, stockpiling lifebuoys, kayaks, planks, and bags of rubble.

Jinghua had done a good job with mountain conservation, planting trees and fortifying land even before the apocalypse, which made their modification efforts now comparatively easier.

Su Zhiruan stood in front of the window, letting out a long sigh.

This time, it was the final hurdle.

After a year of torrential rain, everything would return to normal.

But this downpour was another disaster.

The continuous heavy rain caused the river to swell, the levees to collapse, submerging farmland—these were the minor issues. More severe disasters such as flash floods and mudslides followed one after another, and they would have to face various difficulties then.

At this moment, the people at the base looked up at the sky, and they all understood something in an instant.

Wen Qingyu always trusted Su Zhiruan, because she had told him before that she was reborn, and subsequent events aligned with her predictions, he had believed from the start that there would be this downpour.

Seeing Su Zhiruan standing in front of the window lost in thought, he played with Little Xiangsheng with building blocks on the sofa.

Xiangsheng usually clung to his mother, but today, seeing that Su Zhiruan was in a bad mood, he obediently clung to his dad and played with the building blocks.

"Daddy," Xiangsheng whispered into Wen Qingyu's ear, "Is Mommy in a bad mood?"

Wen Qingyu looked at Su Zhiruan, he was also worried. Su Zhiruan hadn't been able to sleep well recently, he knew she was anxious, but he could only silently pray by her side that everything would be alright, "Mommy has a lot, a lot of things to do, she's amazing, let's play quietly."

"Ok, Daddy," Xiangsheng replied in a hushed tone.

Father and son looked at Su Zhiruan's back with concern but did not speak up to disturb her.

*

Those who had previously not believed in Su Zhiruan were now filled with regret, a sense of guilt surged in their hearts.

Fortunately, they had listened to Su Zhiruan's suggestions in the end. If they had let her suggestions be dismissed merely because of the opposition from a few of them, then all of them would have faced death without a proper burial, bearing the weight of so many lives, and even if they survived, they would never live in peace.

Now, everyone at the base had thoroughly accepted Su Zhiruan, both in heart and in word.

3:00 PM in the afternoon.

The sun had long been hidden behind the clouds, which should have been at their brightest at this time, but now not a single ray of light shone through, only the overcast and thickly layered clouds in the sky indicated that a heavy downpour was imminent.

Soon, large raindrops began to fall, pattering against the ground.

The concrete surface originally a light grey now turned dark grey. In just one minute, the pattering raindrops, like fine and dense stitches, had all fallen to the ground. A damp smell instantly filled the air, and everyone could smell it.

The big rain, mixed with the scent of green grass and the earthy smell of the soil, arrived unexpectedly.

Su Zhiruan had received emails from many places across the country.

Some places had heeded Su Zhiruan's advice and quickly implemented flood control measures, relocating people to safe areas.

But some places were now regretting not seeking emergency solutions, as they had not believed in the possibility of a sudden downpour and had taken no precautions. Now, seeing the rain truly arrive, they panicked and started to prepare, but by then it was already too late. In their attempt to find solutions, some turned to Su Zhiruan for help.

Wen Qingyu brought her a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup and sat down beside her, "Nuannuan, eat something. The temperature has dropped too quickly, have a bowl of noodles to warm up."

"Mommy, Mommy," Xiangsheng cuddled up to her, affectionately leaning against Su Zhiruan, "Warm up."

He was echoing Wen Qingyu, repeating whatever he heard.

Su Zhiruan reached out for the bowl of steaming, fragrant noodles, and gently embraced Xiangsheng in her arms, touching his hair, "We can also rest for a while during this time."

"A break would be good. Xiangsheng has missed you," Wen Qingyu sat beside them, "spend some time with the kid and me."

"Spend time, the kid and me." Xiangsheng laughed, his eyes curving into crescents, and he continued to mimic Wen Qingyu's speech.

"Little parrot," Su Zhiruan tapped his nose and laughed.