Raft for All: Why are you the only one doing island survival?

Lin Feng looked up at the sky after only half of the sketch was completed.

The sun was already setting in the west, hanging two or three fists above the sea level. Orange light pierced through the tree canopy, casting a large shadow on the ground.

How much longer until it gets dark?

Two hours? Three hours?

not enough.

Lin Feng stood up and threw the branch aside.

The camp layout can be drawn later, but the weapons cannot wait.

The two exploration team members on the other side of the portal only had wooden spears, which were no match for tough opponents.

The other two exploration team members were in the same situation, using sharpened wooden sticks and relying entirely on brute force to poke and stab.

We need to change our equipment.

Lin Feng opened the crafting panel and brought up the recipe for the iron axe.

[Iron Axe]: 2 Iron Blocks + 1 Wood + 1 Vines

There are still thirty-seven pieces of iron left, and more than enough wood and vines.

Put the materials in and confirm.

Let's play one more round.

Come again.

Come again.

Four iron axes appeared out of thin air one after another and were neatly stacked on the ground.

The eight pieces of iron were gone, but in return they were replaced with four handy tools.

Lin Feng bent down, picked up the axe, and shouted towards the edge of the camp.

"Exploration team, come here!"

Two burly men sprang out from under the shade of the tree.

One of them had run back to report the news earlier, while the other, carrying a wooden spear, followed at the back of the group and hadn't said much.

The two ran up to the spot and stopped, then planted the wooden spear into the ground.

"Owner!"

Lin Feng handed four iron axes to them.

"Throw away the wooden spears, everyone take one."

The burly man who delivered the message paused for a moment, then released his grip on the spear shaft and took the iron axe.

The cold light from the axe blade reflected on his face, and he froze for two seconds before lightly rubbing his fingers along the edge of the blade.

"This... is it made of iron?"

"If it's not made of iron, is it made of paper?"

The silent, burly man next to him also took the axe, examined it three times, ran his thumb along the blade, hissed, and withdrew his hand.

He looked up at Lin Feng, his eyes wide open.

The messenger could no longer contain himself.

He swung the iron axe with both hands and chopped down hard at a broken piece of wood about the size of a bowl at his feet.

"Snap!"

The broken wood split in two, and debris scattered all over the ground.

He put his axe away and grinned so wide his eyes disappeared.

"Master! If a monster comes tonight, I'll chop it in two with one axe! No, in four pieces!"

The silent, burly man nodded in agreement, hefting the axe in his hand.

He didn't say anything, but his feet had already unconsciously taken two steps, and he made a chopping motion at a dead tree next to him.

Lin Feng didn't have time to have fun with them.

"Have you laughed enough?"

The two stopped immediately.

Lin Feng pointed to the remaining two iron axes.

"Take these two to the teleportation portal and give one to each of the two people watching the vortex. Replace all the wooden spears with them."

The burly man who delivered the message tucked the two extra axes under his armpits and patted his chest.

"Don't worry, Master! I'll run there!"

Two burly men carrying iron axes disappeared into the woods with quick, heavy footsteps that rustled the bushes as they were struck.

Lin Feng turned around and glanced around the camp.

A large area of ​​the open space has been cleared.

The square-faced man and his logging team were still cutting down trees on the perimeter. The crisp sound of iron axes chopping into wood echoed everywhere, and trees fell one after another.

Centered on the large tree, within a radius of forty to fifty meters, most of the miscellaneous trees have been removed, making the view much more open.

Progress is good.

But Lin Feng's attention was no longer on the wood.

He opened the resource panel and glanced at it.

Timber: More than 140 pieces, and the price is still rising.

Iron blocks: 29 pieces.

Vines: More than thirty.

There is only one column.

food.

He had broken off a small piece of the compressed biscuit and tasted it; the rest was still in his backpack, enough for at most half a day.

A person spends most of the day alone.

Eleven mouths.

Lin Feng walked to the barbecue grill and stared down at the metal frame.

The grill rack was polished to a shine, and the oil collection tank was spotless, completely empty.

It has shelves, a water purification system, and a fire can be started at any time.

Everything is ready, except for something to bake.

The square-faced man was still outside chopping trees, his back ramrod straight, but Lin Feng noticed that he was wiping his sweat more and more frequently, and the range of his arm swings was smaller than before.

I'm hungry.

These burly men have been doing manual labor all afternoon and haven't eaten a single thing yet.

If we don't solve the food problem soon, we'll be exhausted before the fight even starts tonight.

Lin Feng opened the achievement shop and his gaze immediately jumped to the second row of the blueprints category.

[Fishing Net Weaving Pattern - 10 Achievement Points]

You have 55 points now. Spend 10 points, and you'll have 45 left.

I didn't hesitate any longer.

exchange.

A blueprint appeared in his hand, showing the weaving structure of a fishing net, with the mesh size and knotting method clearly marked.

Lin Feng dragged the blueprint into the production panel, and the recipe automatically unfolded.

[Large Fishing Net]: 12 vines

You can count any number of materials in that pile on the ground.

Put the materials in and confirm.

A fishing net suddenly unfolded and lay at my feet.

It is about two meters square, with even mesh, and each knot is tied tightly. It is heavy when you lift it, with the unique tenacity of vines.

Lin Feng carried the fishing net and walked a few steps toward the logging area.

"Stop! You two in front, get out!"

The sound of felling trees was interrupted for two beats.

One emerged from the left, and another emerged from the right.

Two burly men carried iron axes on their shoulders, their foreheads covered in sweat, and their coarse cloth jackets were covered in sawdust.

"Owner?"

Lin Feng shook the fishing net in front of them, and the net spread out with a splash.

Do either of you have any memories of fishing with nets?

The two exchanged a glance.

The one on the left scratched the back of his head for a long time, and his furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"Yes... I think so!"

He reached out and took the fishing net, his two large hands opening the net wide, and with a flick of his wrist, he made a casting motion.

The posture is quite standard.

"I know how! I don't know how I learned, but the moment my hand touches the net, I know how to throw it!"

The one on the right also came over and tugged at the net rope, nodding his head like he was pounding garlic.

"Me too! I was born with it!"

Lin Feng didn't investigate why they were born with this skill.

It's not surprising that people selected by the system come with a few basic skills.

"Take the iron axe for self-defense, and the net to the beach."

He pointed to the direction of the beach he had come from.

"Fish, shrimp, crabs—catch whatever you can, the more the better. We have to be back before dark."

"yes!"

Each of them grabbed a corner of the fishing net and ran quickly toward the beach.

Lin Feng turned his head and called out twice more.

"You, and you too, stop for a moment."

Two more burly men emerged, looking at him with blank expressions.

"Go around the campsite and collect lots of stones, fist-sized and bowl-sized ones, and pile them under the big trees."

He paused for a moment.

"While you're at it, see if there are any edible wild fruits in the bushes or on the low trees. Pick the brightly colored and plump ones and bring them back for me to see."

"yes!"

The two put down their axes and left, one to the left and the other to the right, bending over and weaving through the bushes.

Lin Feng turned around and counted.

Four of the six lumberjacks were transferred away.

The square-faced giant and another man were still chopping in the distance, the crisp sound of iron axes hitting wood echoing one after another, the rhythm frighteningly steady.

The two of them had cut enough.

Stock up on some more wood before dark, and use the rest to build a wall.

He walked back to the barbecue grill and squatted down.

The iron frame was ice-cold, and the charcoal trough underneath was empty.

Eat your fill.

This is the first hurdle tonight.