From Robinson Crusoe

Chapter 63 Prejudgment of your prediction
Compared to the first batch of coins, obtaining the second batch of treasures is extremely risky and the rewards are also huge.

But in the face of the temptation of tens of millions of wealth, no one can remain rational except billionaires who can see money as a string of numbers.

His thoughts raced, and in just a moment, several vicious ways of killing people and stealing treasures emerged in Chen Zhou's mind.

For example, you could bury a barrel of explosives under the beach in advance, invite the sailors on the ship to the top of the beach, take the opportunity to leave, light the fuse, blow them all up into the sky, and then you would get an empty ship full of treasures.

Or they may provide fine wine and delicious food to the rescued people on the ship, and secretly add a fatal poison into the food.

Chen Zhou even thought about what kind of poison to use.

When he was picking kelp on the beach, he often saw stranded pufferfish.

If you pick them up and rub them gently, they will become angry and puff up their bodies, erect their short external spines, stare with their eyes wide open, and look very threatening to intimidate attackers.

As one of the most poisonous creatures on earth, the internal organs and blood of pufferfish are highly toxic.

If you collect a bottle of puffer fish blood and mix it with wine and have the sailors on the ship drink it, it will surely send them to meet the King of Hell.

However, if you think about it carefully, these methods seem useful, but in fact they cannot stand up to scrutiny and have too many flaws.

Not to mention that he didn't understand 17th-century Spanish or English, even if he could communicate with the sailors on the ship using body language, it would be impossible for him to gather them together and keep them still until he lit the fuse.

As for the method of holding a banquet, the probability of success is even lower.

The Spanish looting ship was loaded with wine, food and countless treasures. It was simply a fantasy to expect them to go to the island for a picnic and drink wine provided by a stranger.

Neither of these options will be possible unless their trust can be fully gained in a short period of time.

Sighing, Chen Zhou felt that it was too difficult to deal with a group of living people.

Rather than taking the risk of dealing with this group of robbers, it is better to find a special terrain directly, smash only the side or bow of the ship, without affecting the back half of the ship, kill everyone and leave only the treasure.

This plan seems more reliable than the explosives plan and the poisoned wine plan.

The problem was that he knew nothing about navigation, so there was still some hope of guiding the ship safely to the port or avoiding a direct collision with the reef.

It is a bit difficult to make the entire ship smash into a specific part without damaging the stern.

……

Chen Zhou pulled the quilt and closed the book. In his mind, he seemed to see boxes of golden and silver treasures. He wished he could immediately figure out a reliable way to get them.

When he thought about having to wait twenty-five years before he could meet them, he felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on him. He became discouraged and a little tired.

"Take your time to think about it, there's still plenty of time.

If all else fails, I will tame a group of natives, teach them how to use muskets, let them charge into battle for me, and use human wave tactics to crush those sailors.

As long as we can stop the Spanish ship on this isolated island, we will have plenty of ways to deal with them."

Call ~
Chen Zhou blew out the oil lamp in one breath, put the book beside him, and prepared to go to bed.

However, having just captured such important information, he was so overwhelmed with emotion that he could not fall asleep for a while, and his mind was full of murder and arson.

He had no mercy on the group of marauders who might be caught in the storm.

If the cannibalistic natives were uncivilized beasts who could not use tools.

These robbers who traveled across the oceans to plunder wealth were cunning beasts who were intelligent and capable of using weapons.

Chen Zhou remembered that he had read a report from the BBC, which was about the impact of Europe's colonial plunder on South America in the 15th century.

Not only did the looters steal all kinds of local treasures, traffic in indigenous people, and move thousands of years old artifacts back to their own country, they also brought European viruses to the local area, including smallpox and various infectious diseases.

According to statistics in the report, after the end of colonization, the total number of indigenous people in South America dropped by 90 percent. The remaining 10 percent either became primitive people hiding in the depths of the Amazon rainforest, out of touch with the world, or became slaves, ruled and oppressed by the arrogant enemies who wanted to exterminate their race.

All the treasures loaded on that Spanish plundering ship were stained with blood, and the sailors on the ship were also robbers and plunderers with blood on their bodies.

Chen Zhou would not feel any guilt at all for killing them.

The main problem that bothers him now is - how to kill them?
While thinking about this question, Chen Zhou closed his eyes and began to snore unconsciously.

……

Too much sleep during the day makes it difficult to sleep long enough at night.

In the middle of the night, Chen Zhou suddenly woke up.

He groped in the dark and found the cup of water on the bedside table. He took a big sip of water, his face full of regret.

Before waking up, he dreamed that he was commanding more than two hundred well-trained natives and was engaged in a firefight with a stranded pillaging ship.

Among them, one hundred natives wore rattan armor and charged forward with spears in hand; one hundred natives provided long-range support from the rear by shooting bows and arrows; and several catapults occupied high ground and were responsible for heavy firepower attacks, suppressing the sailors on the ship so much that they could not raise their heads, resulting in heavy casualties.

When the group of bullies saw that they were defeated and their morale was low, they raised the white flag and surrendered.

Seeing this, Chen Zhou was about to trick them down and catch them all in one fell swoop, thus getting a boat full of treasures.

Unexpectedly, just when it reached its most passionate moment, this beautiful dream ended and his more than 100 million was lost.

"Oh, if I go back to sleep, can I continue this dream? Even if it's fake, it should make me feel good..."

With a sigh, Chen Zhou spoke out his thoughts.

His voice echoed in the dark cave, and at this midnight, it had a rather eerie tone.

Striking the flint and fumbling to light the oil lamp, Chen Zhou felt that he was no longer cold all over, but his body was still a little weak and he had no strength.

“Illness comes like a mountain falling, and goes away like a thread being pulled out.

Fortunately, the disease did not worsen. It seems that my immunity is still good and I managed to get through it.”

He picked up the oil lamp and used the flame to warm his cold hands.

Chen Zhou didn't feel sleepy after just waking up. He was very energetic and didn't feel hungry or thirsty.

When he was awake he always found something to do, either chopping trees or continuing to carve wheels.

Now that his condition has just improved, he doesn't want to do any heavy physical work for the time being. He just wants to warm up his body and have a good rest.

He put on the seal skin, took the oil lamp and lit the bonfire in the kitchen. He fed Xiao Huihui and Raisin, and gave Lai Fu some dried meat.

The fire glowed red. Sitting on a low stool, Chen Zhou remembered that it was already past twelve o'clock and it was now February 2th.

If the mystery reward appeared on the beach at 00:00 today, it should have arrived by now and the reward would have been confirmed.

According to his prediction yesterday, most of the rewards this time were huge and heavy things that had to be moved. He stood up and walked outside. The sky was dark, there were no stars, and there were vague signs of rain.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Zhou decided to go to the beach.

However, he had just recovered from a cold and didn't want to do physical work.

If the reward is a small item that can be taken away at will, he will take it away.

If the reward was really as he expected, he couldn't just throw it on the beach to avoid damage. He had to think of a solution in advance.

"Make a tarpaulin to cover the reward. The tarpaulin should be closed from top to bottom. Even if the tarpaulin fails, it can last for a while, long enough for me to recover."

Chen Zhou quickly thought of a solution and put it into action.

He brought some fish bladder glue and heated it next to the fire.

Then find the plastic outer packaging bags provided by the rewards and the nylon bags on the outer layer of the edible soil vacuum packaging bags, glue them together to make a huge waterproof cloth for future use.

The whole process is very simple and quick. Fish bladder glue, as a natural glue, has extremely high viscosity after cooling, and it can stick all the unfolded plastic bags and nylon bags together.

Spread a tarp on the kitchen floor and allow the fish bladder to cool fully.

Chen Zhou cooked another pot of porridge.

While waiting for the porridge to be cooked, he listened to the sound of burning firewood and looked at the kitchen with a strong contrast of light and shadow, and suddenly he had the urge to paint this scene.

So Chen Zhou went back to the bedroom, got a notebook, pen and ink, and moved a chair over.

Crossing his legs and leaning against the back of his chair, he dipped the pen in pineapple ink under the flickering firelight, squinted his eyes at the outline of Lai Fu lying on the ground beside him, then picked up the pen and drew a straight line on the paper.

The sound of the quill tip touching the paper is pleasant.

Hearing the unusual sound, Lai Fu raised his head in confusion and looked at the notebook on his master's lap, his face full of confusion.

Chen Zhou was immersed in the feeling of painting.

He tried to change the habit he had developed from drawing, trying to make the lines look soft and casual, and occasionally dipped his pen in ink to add details to the picture on the book.

Blurred gravel cave walls, load-bearing columns hidden in darkness;

In the distance, there were racks of seal skins drying, a faint outline of small dried fish that had fallen off the drying racks, and dried meat hanging in the air;
Every board of the food rack is straight, and the bottles and cans are neatly arranged;
Tizi curled up into a ball, lying close to the campfire, breathing steadily;
Laifu's hair shone in the firelight, his ears drooped softly, his eyes sparkled, and his thick mane on his neck...

The pink-purple ink is out of place and too drab.

But in Chen Zhou's writing, all the rigid and boring things are soaked in the firelight in this ambiguous tone.

Details in light and dark, regular lines and frivolous hair, they are combined in an orderly manner and gradually fill the entire page.

I don’t know how long it has been since I last painted.

In this quiet cave in another world, beside the burning campfire, Chen Zhou found the state of painting in his youth, concentrating on using a feather pen to describe the world he felt.

In a blink of an eye, a light grayish-white color appeared in the eastern sky.

The firewood was about to burn out, and the porridge in the pot began to smell a bit burnt.

Dipping the pen in ink again, looking at the smoothed tip of the feather pen and the densely packed lines on the paper, Chen Zhou drew the last stroke, raised his head and rubbed his sore neck.

……

Its daybreak.

It's time to go.

After eating the mushy noodle porridge, Chen Zhou picked up the "high-grade waterproof cloth" that had been glued tightly together, rolled it into a huge cylinder, and as usual, took a long-handled axe for self-defense and left the cave.

The weather looks good in the early morning of the 26th.

Although it was cloudy, there were still many gaps in the sky, letting in a lot of sunshine, and it didn't look like it was going to rain.

Chen Zhou moved forward much faster than yesterday when he went down the mountain to get the medicine, and he soon arrived at the beach.

From a distance, he noticed that the rain shelter he had built was a little short, and the ropes tied around it were hanging on the beach, and he had a bad feeling.

When he got closer and saw the reward covered by canvas, he was stunned.

After standing there for more than ten seconds, Chen Zhou gave an extremely complicated smile.

The reward this time was exactly as he expected, something extremely heavy that could play an important role.

And it’s afraid of water—that’s more than sixty bags of cement.

After lifting the canvas and seeing the trademark printed on the cement bag, Chen Zhou's expression became more complicated.

This was because he was very familiar with the origin of the cement, as it was the cement factory where he had worked before participating in the challenge.

Looking more closely at the model of the cement, he laughed out loud and couldn't help but make fun of it.

“PO 52.5 Portland cement, 40kg per bag.

Damn, it’s still high-end stuff.”

Cement with such high compressive strength is often used to build bridges, tall buildings and large factories.

According to their factory's standard retail price, each ton of bulk PO 52.5 cement costs more than 560 yuan.

The price of packaged high-quality goods like this is much higher.

"Fortunately, I knew you had bad intentions, so I prepared countermeasures in advance.

Otherwise, I would be exhausted after carrying these sixty bags of cement."

Put down the tarpaulin in your hand and spread it flat on the beach. Pick up the stones under the awning to press down the corners of the tarpaulin to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

Chen Zhou did not rush to move the cement. Instead, he walked around the awning first and carefully checked the wooden pegs and long ropes stuck in the sand.

He had already prepared himself mentally for the unknown reward.

But there was still a question in his mind that he hadn't found the answer to.

There have been no strong winds or heavy rains, no tsunamis or earthquakes in the past few days, and no indigenous people have landed to cause damage. How could the rain shelter collapse?

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