Parents are busy farming

The fisherman's body seems to be equipped with a direction-recognizing device. Without any instruments, he can determine the direction of the deserted island.

Zhang Gaoyi didn't know if they were going in the right direction, but he had no choice now.

Trusting the other party means trusting the possibility of survival.

Fortunately, God was kind to them. Even in the panic along the way, they finally saw the shadow of the desert island.

Ever since the island came into view, people seemed to have been reborn and rowed harder towards the place where they could save their lives.

When they landed, the sky had darkened, not only because it was getting dark, but also because the dark clouds had caught up with them, but luckily, they could still see things.

"Hurry up to the shore, drag the boat up, and tie it to the big rock. Don't be washed away by the waves!" The old fisherman began to instruct everyone.

At this time, no young people came out to express their opinions. They knew that only by working together can they obtain the best results.

When all the boats were dragged ashore and fixed, Zhang Gaoyi came to the old fisherman and said: "We need some firewood. I once saw a big sunken stone, which is estimated to be able to shelter us from the rain. However, as the temperature drops, it is estimated that only We can rely on making a fire, so we need to collect as much firewood as possible before it rains."

When the old fishermen heard this, they quickly divided them into two groups. One group and Zhang Gaoyi went under the big rock to clean up the weeds and gravel. By the way, they took out a fish from each boat to make dinner.

Everyone had been tired for nearly a day and needed to replenish their strength the most. Not to mention that they would need to row back to the village after the rain stopped.

Not only did I not have enough food, I had no strength to row, nor did I have the ability to withstand the sudden change in temperature.

Another pair was assigned to pick up branches.

"Pick up more. We don't know how long the typhoon will last. Whether we can withstand the cold depends on how much firewood you can get."

The old fisherman was afraid that everyone would not try their best, so he could only make the matter more serious.

The first team followed Zhang Gaoyi to the big rock. When they saw the big rock protruding, everyone became disappointed.

It can indeed accommodate people like them, or even double the amount.

However, except for the grounded side of the main body which is airtight, there is nothing blocking the other three sides.

"We will freeze to death if we take shelter from the typhoon here." A fisherman said.

The remaining fishermen were also dissatisfied.

Only Zhang Gaoyi and his sawed gourd master began to sort out the weeds and gravel under the big stone without saying a word. They put the gravel under their feet, then went to the side to find more and larger gravel, and spread it underneath. .

This is to prevent excessive rainwater from pouring under the boulders.

The few people who were still talking next to them saw them starting to work, and they were too embarrassed to stand around and not work, so they imitated the two men and moved the big rocks.

They didn't stop until about a foot had been raised under the big rock.

"You guys go pick up some firewood too! The more firewood the better." Zhang Gaoyi straightened up and said to them.

Then he came to the master and said, "Master, let's get some thick logs over and surround them, otherwise the strong wind will still blow the rainwater inside."

The man just nodded and walked away.

He came to a few trees, pulled out his sword, touched the sword blade with a look of reluctance, and then swung his sword a few times. A big tree fell to the ground with a sound, and the trunk was thrown into two flat halves.

Zhang Gaoyi was stunned and completely forgot to move the wood back.

After the man gave Zhang Gaoyi a disgusted look, he had to remind him: "Work!"

Zhang Gaoyi woke up from a dream, said "Oh!" quickly, and bent down to hug the wood.

When the man saw that he was going to use brute force again, he had to remind him again: "Save your internal strength for the New Year! You are as stupid as a pig."

The saw-mouthed gourd instantly turned into a mean uncle.

Zhang Gaoyi quickly used his strength, picked up a tree trunk, and walked quickly to the big rock.

He didn't dare to breathe all the way, fearing that he would be discouraged by breathing.

One trip after another, the wind began to blow in the sky. I could adapt to it at first, but soon the wind became stronger.

In the end I couldn't even open my eyes.

But the wood needed was far from enough, so the master and apprentice just waited to continue working.

When trees are cut down in strong winds, it is impossible to determine the direction in which the trees will fall when they fall.

Several times, the tree fell, almost hitting the man who was cutting it down.

Fortunately, he has high skill, fast speed, and can dodge in time.

Zhang Gaoyi was not so lucky. He tripped and fell several times on the way. Once I almost got scratched in the eye by a tree branch.

Fortunately, he blocked it with his hand, and that's what happened. His right hand was also stabbed with a very deep gash.

Those who went out to collect firewood have come back one after another. Not to mention, it seems that they have tried their best, because under the stone, firewood as high as one person has been stuffed.

There are dead branches and dry grass.

Everyone saw the neatly sold trees and admired Zhang Gaoyi and the two.

Not daring to be idle, some started to tie up the wood with rattan sticks on the ground.

By the time Zhang Gaoyi and the others were almost done, when they came back in the rain, two walls had already been erected.

As for where the rattan comes from, it is everywhere on the island and is not difficult to find.

By the time all three wooden walls were erected, the raindrops outside had turned into a downpour.

Everyone was soaked.

"Hurry up the fire and dry your clothes. Don't get cold, and grill the fish by the way. The temperature will drop soon." The old fisherman reminded.

So the man with quick hands and feet immediately lit the fire. Everyone did not dare to use more firewood, so they all took turns to go to the fire to warm themselves up.

Zhang Gaoyi was paralyzed from exhaustion and could not get up at all. The old fisherman touched the wet clothes on his body, called two young people, and carried him to the fire.

The saw-mouthed gourd had dried his clothes. Seeing Zhang Gaoyi's still bleeding hand, he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and poured some medicinal powder into his hand.

Then he tore a piece of cloth from Zhang Gaoyi's clothes, dried it by the fire, and then wrapped it around his hand.

After doing this, he sat next to a fisherman and stared straight at the grilled fish in his hand.

There were several people cooking grilled fish around him, but he sat alone next to the fisherman.

He looked at the fish with such eager eyes that the fisherman took the roasted fish away from his mouth and handed it to his hand.

He was not polite, and after taking it, he started to eat it with big mouthfuls.

He exclaimed: ‘Yeah! Yes, this fish is big, has no small bones, and is very enjoyable to eat. ’

As for why he wanted the fish grilled by this man, he had just smelled it. The fish he grilled was the most fragrant. As a foodie, he trusted his nose too much.

The man cut another piece of fish and brought it over. It had just been grilled. Zhang Gaoyi, who had been resting for a while, also sat next to him, with the same movements and the same eyes.

Staring at the fish in his hand, what could he do? Can you treat the two heroes badly?

As long as he didn't want to be thrown out to fend for himself by the surrounding villagers, he had to hand over the grilled fish in his hand.

The result! it goes without saying!