Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

Qin Chuan got up and went into the wooden house, pushing open the banana leaf curtain of his bedroom.

Moonlight seeped in through the cracks in the wall, casting thin beams of light on the floor.

There's someone in bed.

Keiko Kitagawa lay on her side, the hem of her white shirt pulled out from her capri pants, hanging loosely around her waist.

Her long, black hair lay on a pillow made of hay, gleaming dimly in the moonlight.

Hearing the noise, Kitagawa Keiko turned around and said softly, "Kawa-nii, come on, I've been waiting for you."

I never expected her to sleep in her own room.

Qin Chuan did not refuse, because what had just happened on the beach had reshaped his worldview.

Without saying a word, Qin Chuan walked over, took off his coat, and got into bed.

Keiko Kitagawa took the initiative to come closer.

Qin Chuan put his arm around Kitagawa Keiko's waist and lowered his head. Kitagawa Keiko's lips pressed against his, carrying a faint warmth.

Their breaths mingled together.

Kitagawa Keiko placed her hand on Qin Chuan's shoulder, her fingers gently tapping the muscles of his back. Qin Chuan's hand moved up from his waist, and through the thin fabric, he could feel the soft, elastic flesh.

Keiko Kitagawa let out a muffled groan.

In the darkness, only the low breathing of the two people and the rustling sound of the hay being crushed could be heard.

Kitagawa Keiko leaned closer and placed her hand on Qin Chuan's chest.

Not long after, a suppressed bass voice came from the room.

Half an hour later, a system notification sounded in my mind.

[Obtained special ingredients. Character Skill: Pupil Technique LV2 (Intermediate Scanning Ability, Basic Heaven-Burning Aura) (Proficiency +2, Current Proficiency: 29/50)]

Qin Chuan lay on the bed, staring at the wooden planks on the ceiling for a while.

It's 29 now, 21 points to go.

At the current pace, it should take about two days, but Qin Chuan was still a little impatient.

The image of that plesiosaur on the beach tonight kept replaying in Qin Chuan's mind. A twelve-meter-long body, two rows of sharp, cone-shaped teeth, and the ability to crush a three-ton lionfish in one bite.

What if this thing climbs ashore one day?

Qin Chuan became increasingly anxious as he thought about it. He turned over, quietly got up, and walked towards another room.

The corridor was pitch black, with only a little moonlight filtering through the cracks in the walls, just enough to make out the path beneath my feet.

Qin Chuan originally wanted to find Lin Shishi, but she was sleeping with Fan Yubing, so he had to change his target and find Liu Yifei and Yang Mimi sleeping together.

Now, only Mina sleeps alone in a room.

[It's all because there aren't enough rooms. It seems we'll have to expand again when we have the chance, giving each person their own room, which will make it easier to collect rent later.] Qin Chuan thought to himself.

The target naturally fell to Mina.

Qin Chuan arrived at Mina's room, took a deep breath, and then reached out to part the banana leaf curtain.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a pale blue glow on the bed.

Mina was lying on her side, with her back to the door.

The S-shaped curve was crystal clear in the moonlight. The sharp narrowing from the shoulders to the waist, and the sudden outward expansion from the waist to the hips, every inch of the line looked as if it had been cast from the most precise mold.

The black sports vest clung tightly to her upper body, the fabric stretched taut by the muscles of her chest and back. Moonlight shone on her chest, casting a large arc on the ground, while ripped denim shorts hung on her hips, revealing two long, slender, and toned legs.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan swallowed hard and began to engage in a battle of wits between his left and right brain.

The left brain says, "Are you even human? Did anyone else agree to this?"

Right brain: Afraid of hair, here you are the only real man.

Left brain: Don't try to steal a chicken and lose the rice instead. Once she wakes up, she'll definitely fight back, and your image in the girls' eyes will instantly collapse. You'll go from a hero to a scumbag. How will you face anyone after that? How can you face Lin Shishi?

Right brain: Women love bad boys. Don't be afraid, they all want them. You need to take the initiative for things to develop.

Left brain: She is Mina, a woman that others couldn't win over even with 2 million. If you use this method, she might do something drastic and ruin her life.

.....

Qin Chuan pinched his thigh hard to make himself more rational.

[Forget it, I admit I'm a coward. I'll just forget about these two skills. What if I push Mina too far and she threatens to kill herself? That would be so embarrassing.] After a period of internal struggle, Qin Chuan returned to his room.

Keiko Kitagawa is the most sensible one. If you feel like you're a coward, just talk to her.

.....

Qin Chuan woke up as soon as it was light.

I washed my face and drank half a coconut water, and my energy returned considerably.

People gradually emerged from the cabins and began their daily "check-in" routine.

After the six people finished checking in, the system notifications in their minds sounded six times in succession.

Current proficiency: 35/50

Qin Chuan silently memorized the number.

"Alright, let's get to work."

Qin Chuan's first task today was to fill the gaps in the wooden house with rubber.

The raw rubber we collected yesterday is still piled up in the corner of the yard.

Qin Chuan divided the milky white, viscous liquid into several portions, then found a newly fired earthenware bowl, filled it with the liquid, and placed it next to the campfire to heat it slowly.

As the temperature rises, the raw rubber begins to become more viscous.

Qin Chuan stirred the glue with a wooden stick until it became a semi-solid paste, then began filling the cracks in the wooden house walls.

Filling the gaps isn't difficult, but it's very time-consuming.

Every gap between the wooden boards must be sealed properly, leaving no gaps.

Qin Chuan squatted alone at the base of the wall, using a wooden stick to stuff strips of rubber paste into the cracks.

Lin Shishi squatted down beside her to help hand over the tools.

"Brother Chuan, will this rubber be waterproof after it dries?"

"Yes. Natural rubber is a waterproof material. It hardens after drying, but retains its elasticity. Rainwater cannot seep in."

Lin Shishi nodded: "That's great. A couple of nights ago, when it was windy, I always felt the wind blowing in through the cracks in the wall, making my neck feel chilly."

Qin Chuan spent most of the morning filling all the gaps in the four walls and the roof of the wooden house.

After finishing, Qin Chuan remembered something else.

Besides the pneumatic pick, iron bucket, and iron chain that were brought back earlier, there should be other things in the cave that we haven't looked for carefully.

Qin Chuan decided to make another trip to the cave.

This time he didn't bring Kitagawa Keiko; he went alone. With a running speed of 60 km/h, he could run five kilometers in just a few minutes.

Upon arriving at the cave, Qin Chuan climbed the rock wall, entered the cave, and carefully scanned it using his pupil technique.

Sure enough, there was a reward.

Deep inside the cave, in a corner near the stone wall, Qin Chuan found a pile of old ironware that was mostly buried under rubble.

Two iron bars, each about a meter long and about the thickness of a thumb. They were badly rusted, but the iron was still intact.

A flat iron plate, about the size of a palm and about one centimeter thick. This thing can be sharpened and used as a blade.

The three iron rings, about ten centimeters in diameter, were rusted into lumps of iron, but their shapes were still intact.

What surprised Qin Chuan the most was that there were two whetstones in the corner.

This is good stuff.

With a whetstone, sharpening iron tools becomes much easier. I had been making do with a folding knife before, and the edge of that knife was almost worn smooth.

Qin Chuan moved all these things out and transported them back to the camp in two trips.

After returning to the camp, Qin Chuan spread all the ironware out in the yard and began to plan the forging process.

The pneumatic pick's head is basically intact except for rust; it can be polished and reused.

The two holes at the bottom of the iron bucket can be patched with rubber to make it usable as a container.

The two iron bars and the iron plate are the main attraction.

Qin Chuan planned to heat them until they were red-hot and then forge them into tools.

Two iron bars, one forged into a machete, the other forged into two kitchen knives.

Iron plates can be made into spatulas.

If you have any extra ingredients, make a simple iron pot.

Just do it.

Qin Chuan rekindled a coal fire next to the kiln pit. The coal was hot enough to heat the iron to a red-hot state.

Qin Chuan put the first iron bar into the coal fire and turned it over with the wooden handle of the pneumatic pick to ensure it was heated evenly.

About fifteen minutes later, the middle section of the iron bar turned orange-red, and most of the rust on the surface peeled off under the high temperature.

Qin Chuan used a pneumatic pick and an iron bar to clamp one end of the iron bar and pulled it out.

Then he picked up a pneumatic pick and used it as a hammer, starting to forge with a "clanging" sound.

With the first hammer blow, the red-hot iron bar deformed slightly under the impact of the stone. Sparks flew from the point of contact, drawing several bright lines in the air.

Yang Mimi watched in stunned silence. "Brother Chuan, you can even forge iron?"

"No, I'm just shooting blindly." Qin Chuan said without looking up.

In fact, Qin Chuan did not possess professional forging skills.

The principle is simple: heat the iron until it's red-hot, hammer it into the desired shape, and then quench it in water to cool. The exact temperature and force required can only be determined by feel.

Qin Chuan adjusted the shape of the iron bar as he hammered it. After about half an hour of hammering, the front half of the iron bar was hammered into a flat blade shape, while the back half retained its original cylindrical shape to serve as a handle.

Qin Chuan dipped the partially shaped machete into a nearby earthenware jar filled with seawater.

With a hiss, white steam rose up, and the seawater bubbled as it was scalded.

After quenching the knife in water, Qin Chuan took it out and placed it on a whetstone to sharpen it.

The hissing sound of sharpening knives echoed through the camp.

Fan Yubing came out of the wooden house and stared blankly for a moment at Qin Chuan squatting on the ground sharpening his knife.

"What are you doing?"

"Sharpening the knife."

Fan Yubing walked over and looked down at the unsharpened machete. The rough blade still had many hammer marks and rust spots, but its shape already indicated that it was a knife.

"This knife is so ugly."

"Something is better than nothing."

Fan Yubing's lips twitched slightly, but she didn't say anything and turned back to the wooden house.

Qin Chuan spent about an hour sharpening the blade of his machete to the point where it could shave wood. Although it was far inferior to a steel knife on Earth, it was already top-tier equipment on the deserted island.

Next are two kitchen knives.

Qin Chuan cut the second iron bar in half, splitting it into two pieces, and forged each half into two thin blades. The kitchen knife didn't need to be too long, but the blade should be wide for easier cutting of meat and vegetables.

When Yang Mimi saw the prototype of the kitchen knife, she was so excited that she almost jumped up.

"A kitchen knife! A real kitchen knife! Brother Chuan, you're amazing! I'll never have to use a folding knife to cut meat again!"

"Don't be too happy yet, it hasn't been polished yet."

The iron plate was forged into the shape of a spatula. One end was flat, and the other end was bent into a handle. Although rough, it was functional.

Qin Chuan used the extra iron to make a simple iron pot. It was called an iron pot, but it was actually just the upper part of an iron bucket cut off, the two holes at the bottom patched with rubber, and then the bucket walls were hammered thinner to form a shallow basin shape.

This "iron pot" isn't big, about 30 centimeters in diameter, just big enough to cook soup or stir-fry vegetables.

Finally, there were those few fish bones.

Qin Chuan took out a half-meter-long fish bone and sharpened it with a whetstone for two hours.

The bone was harder than I had imagined, and it was very difficult to grind, but the results were excellent.

Four fish bones were ground into four bone-bladed daggers. The blades were so sharp that the tips could pierce a dry wooden board.

Qin Chuan placed the four bone-bladed daggers in a row, feeling quite a sense of accomplishment.

After finishing all these tasks, it was already past 2 PM.