Mistress Antonio was still a little merciful, and before the ship that carried us left the island, he left behind all the tools we had used to quarry at Flying Fish Reef. ┏┛

Including iron blade long chisel, stone hammer to open the mountain, hemp rope crowbar used to lift stones, and so on.

We can use these tools to make fishing forks and shuttle darts, and we can continue to quarry stones to build our shelter.

Of course, the demon's real idea may be that we will use this as a weapon to continue killing each other on this small island until we are all destroyed.

The name is the island, which is actually two huge reefs jutting out of the sea, separated by a small stream that connects north and south.

At low tide, the ditch is exposed to the water, and at high tide it becomes a natural dividing line between the eastern and western reefs.

As soon as the Romans' ships left, all of us were automatically divided into two factions, bounded by the stream in the middle, each occupying a reef.

The whole island is so dark that you can hardly find half of the soil, so you can't see a single green tree or meadow.

Just when all the slaves on the island were all six gods and no owners, Qin Chong saw a huge sea turtle on the reef in the distance basking in the sun leisurely.

He hurriedly beckoned Liu Zhen'er and Salander, and ran to the turtle before the Persians could make a move.

Perhaps no human has ever landed on this island, and the thousand-year-old turtle didn't care about Qin Chong's arrival, and it became our bag without much effort.

This huge sea of goods, which weighs more than 300 catties, can be enough for more than 20 people on our side to eat for several days.

At Flying Fish Reef, those Persian slaves became our mortal enemies because of water and food.

If such an incompatible pattern continues on this desert island, none of us will survive in the end.

Therefore, after consulting with Qin Chong, Salander and others, I decided to sue for peace with the Persians, and we will work together to find a way to get out of this sea of suffering as soon as possible.

So the turtle meat was cut in half with a long chisel as a knife, and half of it was sent to the reef where the Persians were, as a sign of our kindness.

In fact, everyone did not have any grievances in the past, they were all harmed by the Romans.

Our good deeds were soon echoed by the Persians, who elected their leader, Ronier, to cross the creek to "discuss the plan" with me.

I later learned that this Ronier was a border commander of Sassanid Persia, and it turned out that all the Persian slaves on the "Flying Fish Reef" were his sergeants.

In a conflict with the Eastern Roman army, he was taken prisoner by the other party who made dumplings and was enslaved.

Our conversation was very successful, and we were all in the same boat, and we were all in the same boat, and we were able to make a living on this isolated island.

The rainy season is followed by the warmest summer and autumn seasons in the Mediterranean, so the first priority is to solve the problem of drinking water and food for more than 50 people.

Everyone was born as a sergeant and businessman who had seen the world before, and they also had their own ideas on how to survive.

It's the rainy season, and all of us are now skilled masonry, so the problem of drinking water is relatively easy to solve, just choose a cistern carved out of a high platform.

As for the source of food, there is basically no other good way to fish in the sea.

Without fishing boats or nets, we had to rely on our long-hewn pike darts to hunt the fish around the reef.

In the next few days, every sunny afternoon or at dusk at low tide, we can see a group of "wild men" with full hair and chest-length hair, running on the beach with shuttle darts in hand.

It should be the heart of the earth, the sea is deep and the waves are fast, and most of us are landlubbers who can't play in the water.

Therefore, even if you go out to sea at the same time, you will not get much harvest at the end of the day, and a lot of precious fine iron chisels will be taken away by sea fish.

If we continue like this for less than ten days, we will lose all these means of livelihood that the Romans have left us.

As the leaders of the joint election, Ronier and I also traveled to every corner of the reef island, and finally set our sights on the stream that rose and fell with the tide of the sea.

I still remember that when I was in Qingfeng Ze's homeland, I could often see Tocharian fishermen rocking their boats to fish in the Qingfeng Lake, or using the reeds on the shore to set down a ** long formation in the middle of the lake, waiting for those fat fish to throw their nets.

If this stream blocks the outlets at both ends, it will be a natural cage!

Thinking of this, I happily shouted to the east and looked up to the sky.

Amitabha! Thank you for the enlightenment of the Buddha in the dark!

As it was said, there were Hebrews who could weave fishing nets among the slaves, and the hemp rope used to carry the stones could be used as the material for weaving nets.

The big Hebrew brother named Simon weaved day and night, and all the rest of us kneaded the loose hemp threads into thin threads.

Two days later, the large coarse linen net with a length and width of two zhang square was completed.

Long oak crowbars were tied to the ends of the net, and the north and south exits of the creek were erected, and a natural giant cage was completed.

The wind and waves on the island were high, and in order to prevent the nets from being torn or swept away by the flowing water, we temporarily mined dozens of stones.

The mouth of the stream at the lower end of the terrain was completely blocked with stones, leaving only some fine holes for flowing water to enter and exit, and then the hemp net was spread on the stone dam, and the two ends were pressed with stones.

In this way, when the tide is low every day, the sea fish of more than half a catty can no longer return to the sea with the tide.

At the other end of the mouth of the stream is a movable net that can be opened and closed, which is opened at high tide and closed at low tide every day, and several brothers take turns guarding it.

Now everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, and the life and death of our more than 50 hungry people are also in one fell swoop.

The next day, the rushing tide came as scheduled, and half a cup of tea completely filled the dry stream.

The crowd worked together to retract the nets and reinforce them with stones, and the sea fish that flowed into the creek were now inescapable.

It was a long day, and none of us did anything but wait for the ebb and flow to come.

Everyone was praying silently, Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er, three Orientals, for the blessing of our ancestors, for the Persians, for the Mazda gods, and for the Hebrews and Semites for their prophet God.

At the time of Flying Fish Reef, there was no hope for the future, so people stopped praying at all.

Now, on this desert island, those of us who are dying are finally free, and our desire to live is stronger than ever.

The merciful God has given us a second life, so please give us more life-sustaining food.

As the sun sets, the crescent moon hangs like a hook in the vault, and the sound of the ebb tide of thousands of galloping horses finally sounds.

We stand on both sides of the stream, like puppets coming out of the chaotic world of Pangu, quietly waiting for the final judgment of the Creator, life or death.

The Buddha, the gods, and the gods have heard our cry, forgiven our sins, and sent us life-saving rain.

"Young master, look! Fish, so many fish! ”

With Liu Zhen'er's cheers, everyone rushed into the riverbed with shouts and prayers as if they had just woken up from a big dream.

Fish, shrimp, crabs and shellfish are everywhere, and all the results are piled up on the high platform of the island, hundreds of catties.

A single purse seine net captured everyone's food rations for ten days, and for those of us who have been hungry since we landed on the Flying Fish Reef Magic Island last year, the joy of such a harvest is more than a million gold coins.

It means that even if you can't leave this desert island, you can survive without worry!

A two-hundred-pound hake fish was our dinner tonight, full of fat just enough to moisten our shriveled skin.

For a hungry person, there is nothing happier in this world than filling his belly.

For the next few days, we were completely immersed in this fishy feast.

Eat it during the day and eat it at night, just like the "wine pond meat forest" of Shang Wang.

It wasn't until one day, when everyone began to smell the fishy smell of fish and shrimp, and the raw fish and shrimp were hard to swallow, that I realized that the slave workers around me had completely come to life.

Although Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er still look like long-haired savages, their original skinny bones are gone, and the muscles on their bodies have returned to their original state, and the full spirit of their eyes after the vicissitudes of life seems to be able to penetrate everything in the world.

For the first time, I discovered how beautiful the island and the blue sea next to it were under the bright sun, and I could even see the faint mountains where the sea and the sky are connected.

"Your Lord! This live fish is really tired of eating crooked! The brothers want to eat differently! Ha ha! Ronier walked over to me with a half-nibbled prawn.

Since my seine net** has solved the worries of all the islanders, these Persians, Hebrews, and Semites have honored me as lords of this island.

This deserted island is specially named Oriental Island, and the stream on this island that gives us food is the Virgin River.

Ronier was the general, and Qin Chong, Liu Zhen'er, Paul the Hebrew, and Salander the Canaanite represented their respective ethnic groups as the four major commanders of the island.

In fact, there is no other intention in this arrangement, it is all some errands for the lead to do the work.

"Good! The dry season is coming, so we can dry more dried fish for future consumption! In addition, we also need to set up a decent nest for ourselves, and we can also have a place to shelter from the wind and rain during the harsh winter and rainy season! ”

All the alien islanders, including Ronier, were in their twenties, and in Rome, the old and infirm prisoners of war could not be slaves.

"What the lord said is extremely true, from tomorrow onwards, we will expose us to dried fish and shrimp, quarry stones and build forts, and in the future, our small island country will lack nothing!"

Ronier holds a shuttle dart in his hand, and wears a short skirt made of seaweed, fish bones, and long snails around his waist, like an ancient samurai.

The sage of the East has a saying, and he is ashamed after food and clothing.

In the past few days, we have all been like Ronier, using hemp rope to string together the dried seaweed, and make a straw skirt for ourselves to cover our shame.

It's bright in broad daylight, and it's really unsightly to be naked like when I was a slave before.