Through the gaps between the bamboo stalks, he could see the downpour from the bamboo-slat roof forming a single, continuous sheet of water, like a waterfall.
'This rain is insane.'
He plopped down on the ground, his back against the wall of stacked bamboo, but he didn't dare lean his full weight against it.
These three seemingly sturdy bamboo walls were actually just held in place by a few thin bamboo strips and weren't particularly secure.
If enough force were applied from the side, the bamboo strips could deform, causing the walls to collapse.
This torrential downpour had come later than expected, but it had still disrupted his plans.
Listening to the howling wind, Lin Chen felt an ominous premonition.
'This won't do. The bamboo house still needs to be reinforced. If it gets blown apart by the storm, I'll be the one out of luck.'
'But the question is, how to reinforce it?'
He tilted his head back, staring blankly at the tops of the four bamboo poles right in front of him.
