Great time travel

Chapter 30 Robinson Robinson's Lucky Day

Robinson Crosoe, a native of Yorkshire, England, was born in 42 and is [-] years old now.

This year marks the 15th year since he broke away from human civilized society and fell to an uninhabited desert island in the Atlantic Ocean.

However, although he lives alone on the island, the tenacious Robinson is not a savage, and he never gives up on himself.

Even without the encouragement of the supervisor and the burden of the family, in order to allow himself to survive and to make the life on the desert island more comfortable, he will work tirelessly to complete everything that must be done. Get discouraged and give up.

After the ship hit the rocks and ran aground, and all the sailors and companions were swept away by the waves, the only surviving Robinson first made a raft out of the mast of the sunken ship, and transported the food, clothes, guns and ammunition, tools, etc. on board to the ship again and again. ashore, and pitched tents on the side of a hill to settle down.

Then, he used sharpened wooden stakes to fence around the tent, dig holes behind the tent to live, hunt game for food, drink water from the stream, and survived the initial difficulties.Then, in order to make the cave more like a home, he used simple tools to make furniture such as tables and chairs, made clothes out of animal skins, and even made a foldable umbrella to keep out the rain and the sun.In fact, Robinson did not master so many various skills at the beginning, and his craftsmanship can even be said to be clumsy.For example, in order to make a long shelf in the cave, it took him 42 days to make a wooden board.But after countless failures, he soon became more and more ingenious.

After initially settling down, he opened up several crop fields on the island, planted barley and rice, made his own wooden mortar, pestle, and sieve, processed flour, baked rough bread, and snacks made of rice and wheat.He then discovered a large natural orchard, where he built a hut and farmstead, and added oranges, lemons, fresh grapes and raisins to his diet.

In addition, in order to make life more convenient, he also weaved straw baskets and fired pottery.In order to save precious ammunition, he tried to capture and domesticate wild goats, and built sheepfolds to breed them, thus ensuring the supply of mutton, goat milk, cream and cheese.

During this period, he contracted malaria, which he cured with tobacco leaves steeped in wine.There was an earthquake, but the "home" was rebuilt after the earthquake.

At the same time, Robinson has never given up looking for a way to leave the island.He once cut down a big tree and spent nearly half a year building a giant canoe that can seat 24 people. However, the boat was too big and heavy to be dragged from the land to the sea, so all previous efforts were wasted.But Robinson was not discouraged, and rebuilt another boat, and learned from the previous lessons, he opened a canal for it in advance so that the boat could be sent to the sea.

Unfortunately, there are many torrents and dense reefs near this island. Robinson almost died when he sailed out to sea for the first time. It was almost a narrow escape before returning to land.After that, although he would sometimes go out in a canoe for recreation, he never dared to go too far from the shore and venture to distant lands, for fear that he would be swept away by rapids, strong winds or other accidents inadvertently Or blow away, so that there is no place to die.

As a result, the plan of building a ship to escape from the desert island finally came to naught, and he had to continue to live alone on the island with peace of mind.

Just like that, a long time passed by.Robinson has lived on the island for 15 years, and he is very used to the lifestyle of this place.

In the past, when he went hunting or surveying the island environment, he would be miserable when he thought of his situation; the thought of being trapped in the middle of these woods, valleys and beaches, in the wilderness where no people lived, made him feel miserable. He felt like a prisoner, the vast sea was the iron bars of the prison, and he would never be released from prison... Thinking of these, he was always worried.Even in the quietest moments of mind, the thought would come upon him suddenly like a storm, and make him wring his hands and cry like a child.Sometimes in the midst of labor the thought would come upon him suddenly, and he would have to sit down, sigh, and stare fixedly at the ground for an hour or two without moving, but it was all the more painful—because, If he can cry out, or express it with words, his distress will pass; after his sorrow is vented, he will feel better.

If the situation continues like this, maybe Mr. Robinson will soon lose his mind and have a nervous breakdown, but fortunately, as a Christian, he still has the "Bible" as his last spiritual comfort... I don't know why Since childhood, Robinson read the Bible every day and connected the words he read with his current situation in order to get comfort from it.Then, he began to learn to look more at the bright side of his life and less at the dark side; think more about the enjoyment he got and less about what he lacked.

Then, he found out how lucky he was--imagine, if God hadn't blessed him, he should have died in the bottom of the sea with his companions a long time ago, instead of living a life of nothing to worry about on this deserted island .Next, what if he hadn't been blessed by God to retrieve anything from the stranded wreck?Without guns and knives and axes, he couldn't find any food except turtles on the beach and wild fruits that might be poisonous.Even if you don't starve to death, you can only live a life like a savage. Even if you try to kill a goat or a bird, you can't disembowel them, peel them and cut them into pieces, but just bite them with your teeth like wild animals. , tore it off with its claws.

In short, after some thinking, he had a clear understanding of his situation, knowing that he was stranded on this terrible desert island, far away from human habitation, with no hope of rescue.But once he finds that he can live, he will not starve to death, and there is no danger of becoming a savage.All his troubles disappeared with it.He began to live a carefree life again, devoting himself to all kinds of work to maintain himself.

With the passage of time, Robinson has greatly improved his living conditions compared with the abjection when he first went to the island.Not only is life comfortable, there is no need to worry about starvation and cold, but also the mood becomes comfortable.Even the idea of ​​escaping the desert island gradually faded—he wrote in his diary:

"...how merciful is the Creator to all the creatures he has created, even when they are in desperate situations, he is still so merciful. He can sweeten the fate of suffering, and we must praise him even in prison When I first came to this wilderness, I thought I must starve to death; and now, what a feast is set before me! I have used no tools in my life, but in the course of time, with my labor, industry and industry Invention talent, I gradually discovered that I can make anything.

I often read the "Bible" and put it into practice seriously. Coupled with God's grace to me, I have gained a new understanding that I never had before.The world is far away to me; I have no relation to it, no expectations of it.It can be said that I have nothing in the world.In short, I have nothing to do with the world, and nothing will ever happen again.So I see the world the way we see the world after we're gone: this is where I used to live, but it's gone now.All I have is enough for my enjoyment.I am the master of this territory, and if I wish, I can be crowned king and emperor in this land that I occupy.I have no enemies, no rivals with whom to contend for power.I can produce a whole shipload of grain, but that's of no use to me, I just need to produce enough grain to eat me.I have a lot of turtles, but I only need to eat one or two once in a while.I have enough lumber to build a fleet of ships.I have enough grapes to make wine or raisins to fill every ship when the fleet is built.I can only use those things that work for me.I have had enough to eat, what else do I want?If there is too much prey, dogs or insects have to eat it; if too much food is harvested, it will rot if it cannot be eaten; trees will rot when they are cut down and lying on the ground. , of no other use at all.

In short, facts and experience have made me understand that all things in the world are only useful and are the most precious.Anything that has accumulated too much should be given to others; what we can enjoy is at most what we can use, and it is useless to have too much.Even the greediest, most penny-pinching money-slave in the world, in my position, would be cured of my insatiability, because I am now too rich to know what to do with my wealth.I don't have any greed in my heart anymore...I'd rather spend the rest of my life here until the last moment, just like my old dog died without a problem...The only thing lacking is no one to associate with, nothing else There is no lack of..."

——Being far away from the crowd and living in an isolated island, Robinson finally became a hermit who believed in God.

Since ancient times, human beings have always lived in groups. When a human being has to isolate himself from the world for some reason, he will naturally try to imagine that some kind of supernatural power is protecting and caring for himself, so as not to The mind is destroyed by terrible loneliness-the shepherds in the remote wilderness believe in God far more than the urban residents, and the plateau Tibetans believe in the Buddha with amazing piety, all because of this reason.

— Loneliness and turmoil are wonderful catalysts for the rise of religion.

If the isolation of this isolated island continues, Robinson may really end his life peacefully, like those "sitting" hermits and prophets, amidst his perception of life and praise of God. life.

However, at this moment, new changes took place in his life.

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As mentioned above, Robinson built a boat on the island, but due to the lack of suitable wood in the seaside cave, the boat was not located in his seaside cave, but moored at the other end of the island.He tried to drive the boat over several times, but was scared back by the rapids and wind and waves.So every time he went out to sea for recreation or fishing, he had to travel a long distance and walk a long way to the berth.

However, at noon one day in No. 15 when he landed on the desert island, Robinson was walking along the beach to the other end of the island to see his boat, but suddenly found a footprint of a person on the beach: it was a Barefoot footprints are clearly printed on the sand!
This simply frightened Robinson Crusoe - he has lived on this island for 15 years, but he has never seen a person!
So, looking at the footprints, he stood there blankly, as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt from the blue sky, or saw a ghost in broad daylight.He listened first, then looked around, but heard nothing, saw nothing.Then I ran up to the high ground, looked into the distance, and ran back and forth by the seaside a few times, but still to no avail.He ran to the footprints to see if they were his hallucinations.However, a footprint is a footprint, and there is no doubt about it.Toes and heels are a complete footprint.

But how did this footprint stay here?Robinson has no way of knowing, no way of guessing.This disturbed him, like a man insane, his head was full of random thoughts, and then he ran to his seaside cave, running all the way, without touching the ground, but he was terrified in his heart, three steps at a time Turn around to see if anyone is chasing after him. Even a small tree or a dry trunk in the distance will make him suspicious and think it is a person.Along the way, he was really terrified, and all kinds of hallucinations appeared in his mind, and all kinds of absurd thoughts and countless weird delusions appeared in the hallucinations, it was hard to describe in words.In the end, Robinson got into his cave under the cliff by the sea, as if someone was chasing after him. He was terrified in his heart. A frightened hare escaped into his grass nest, a fox escaped into his nest. In his own crypt, he was not as worried and uneasy as he was.So frightened that he trembled all over, as if suffering from malaria.

For this unexpected discovery, Robinson thought wildly for a long time, and he didn't close his eyes all night. He thought so: since this small island has pleasant scenery, rich products, and is not far from the American continent, it is impossible for him to be like the island he used to be. As imagined, it has never been seen since ancient times.Although there are no residents on the island, it is entirely possible for ships from the opposite mainland to come to the island to dock sometimes.

So, does this footprint mean that someone has invaded his island?The other party is a European sailor who died?Or the nearby Native Americans?Did they find their boat and their farmstead?Will you come to attack here?Will it destroy all his crops, rob him of his domesticated goats, and finally let him starve to death... until the morning sun rises again, because of excessive thinking and mental exhaustion, he falls asleep .

Hey, how grotesque is life made by the unpredictable fate!How fickle is human emotion under different circumstances!What some people love today is often what they hate tomorrow; what they pursue today is often what they avoid tomorrow; what they hope for today is often what they fear tomorrow, and even frighten them.And now Robinson Robinson is a vivid example.

In the past, he felt that his greatest pain was being abandoned by human society, alone, surrounded by the vast ocean, isolated from the world, degraded and living a lonely life.It was as if God decided that he was not good enough to keep company with human beings, not good enough to associate with other people.

He felt at that time that if he could see a person, it would be the greatest happiness that God could bestow on him, second only to God forgiving him for his sins in the world. sin, let him go to heaven.But now, as long as he suspects that he may see a person, he will shudder; as long as he sees a person, and sees someone's footprints on the island lying there without a sound, he wishes there was a hole in the ground for him. Drill down... Maybe this is the so-called "island syndrome"!

He just speculated wildly for a while, was suspicious for a while, and reflected and meditated for a while.Suddenly one day, Mr. Robinson's mind was wide open, and he felt that all this might be his own illusion.The footprint may have been left by himself in the sand when he disembarked from the boat.

This thought made Robinson a little happier, and he felt more stable than ever, and tried to convince himself that it was indeed his hallucination, that it was just his own footprints.Because, since he can get on the ship from there, he can certainly disembark from there and go ashore.What's more, he himself can't determine where it has been and where it has never been.And if it turned out to be nothing but his own footprints, he'd be a great fool, like those fools who make up horror stories about ghosts and frighten themselves instead of frightening others!

Next, Robinson plucked up his courage again, and wanted to go outside to have a look—he hadn't left the cave for three days and three nights, and his family was running out of food, only some barley cakes and water left.In addition, the goats in the sheep pen should also be fed and milked. This work has always been his pastime in the evening (how to do it, please imagine it yourself based on the experience of classmate Ah Xu... It is said that this matter was in ancient times. used to be quite common in Britain).

Even so, on the way to feed the goats and milk the goats, Robinson was still always in fear, looking behind him every step of the way, ready to drop the basket and run for his life.However, he ran to the sheepfold for two or three days without seeing anything, so he got a little more courageous, thinking that maybe nothing special happened this year, it was just his own imagination.

But he still can't convince himself that what he saw on the beach before must be his own footprints, unless he goes to the beach again, sees the footprints for himself, and compares them with his own feet. Is not the same size.Only in this way can he truly feel at ease.

So, after a battle between heaven and man in his heart, Robinson finally put his flintlock on his back, carefully left his cave under the cliff by the sea, and walked along the old road again... ...and then was deeply shocked:
What did he see on the sand where human footprints had been found a few days ago?
one person!

A white woman!
A brunette Caucasian woman!

A beautiful brunette caucasian woman! !
A beautiful black haired white woman who was naked from head to toe as if Eve had been born in the Garden of Eden! ! !

As a result, Robinson suddenly felt a heat rushing from his crotch to his temples, and his brain seemed to explode with a "buzz"!