Chapter 30: Robinson's Lucky Day

Robinson Croso, a native of Yorkshire, Kingdom of England, was born in 1632 and is now forty-two years old.

This year is the fifteenth year since he broke away from human civilization and fell to an uninhabited desert island in the Atlantic.

However, although he lived alone on the island, the tenacious Robinson was not a savage and never gave up on himself.

Even without the spur of the overseer and the drag of the family, in order to make himself able to live and make the desert island life more comfortable, he will work tirelessly to complete everything that must be done, no matter how many times he encounters failure, he will never be discouraged and give up.

After the ship ran aground and all the sailors and companions were swept away by the waves, Robinson, the only surviving man, first made a raft out of the mast of the sunken ship, and again and again brought the ship's food, clothing, firearms, ammunition, tools, etc. to the shore, and set up tents on the side of the hill to settle down.

He then used sharpened stakes to fence around the tent, dug a hole behind the tent to live, hunted game for food, and drank water from the creek to overcome the initial difficulties. Then, in order to make the cave more like a home, he used simple tools to make furniture, such as tables and chairs, made clothes out of animal skins, and even made a foldable umbrella to keep out the rain and sun. In fact, Robinson didn't have so many different skills at first, and the craft can even be said to be clumsy. For example, in order to make a long shelf in the cave, it took him forty-two days to make a plank. But after countless failures, he soon became more and more ingenious.

After settling down in the first place, he carved out several crop plots on the island, cultivated barley and rice, made his own mortars, pestles, and sieves, processed flour, baked coarse bread, and small snacks made of rice and wheat zuò. He then reclaimed a large natural orchard, where he built huts and farmsteads, and added oranges, lemons, fresh grapes, and grapes to his recipes.

In addition, in order to make life more convenient, he also made straw baskets and fired pottery. In order to save precious ammunition, he tried to capture and tame wild goats, and built a sheepfold for them to breed, thus ensuring the supply of mutton, goat's milk, cream and cheese.

During this time, he contracted malaria and was cured of it with alcohol-soaked tobacco leaves. There was an earthquake, but after the earthquake they rebuilt their "home".

At the same time, Robinson has not given up looking for a way out of the island. He once cut down a big tree and spent nearly half a year building a huge canoe that could sit on people, but the boat was too big and heavy to be dragged into the sea from 6 places, so he had to give up all his efforts. But Robinson did not lose heart, and built another boat, and learned his previous lesson, and opened a canal for it beforehand to facilitate the ship to the sea.

Unfortunately, there were many rapids and reefs near the island, and Robinson almost died on his first voyage to sea. After that, although he sometimes went out in a canoe for recreation, he no longer dared to venture too far from the shore to six places far away, lest he should be swept away or blown away by rapids, winds, or other accidents, and die without a place to be buried.

As a result, the plan to build a boat and escape from the desert island eventually came to naught, and he had to continue to live alone on the island in peace.

And just like that, a long time flew by. Robinson has lived on the island for fifteen years and has become very accustomed to the way of life in this place.

In the past, when he went hunting or surveying the environment of the island, the thought of his situation would be painful. The thought of being trapped in the woods, valleys, and sands, in the uninhabited wilderness, makes me feel like a prisoner, and the vast sea is the iron fence of the prison, and there will never be a day of escape...... When he thinks about this, he is always worried. Even in the most tranquil moments, the thought would come upon him like a storm, causing him to twist his hands and weep like a child. Sometimes, in the midst of his labor, the thought would come to him so suddenly that he had to sit down, sigh and stare at the ground, and not move for an hour or two, but it was all the more painful - for if he could cry out, or give it out in words, the anguish would pass; When the sadness is vented, the mood will be better.

If this continues, Mr. Robinson may soon lose his mind and have a nervous breakdown, but fortunately, as a Christian, he still has the Bible as his final solace...... I don't know when Robinson began reading the Bible every day and finding comfort in relating what he read to his current situation. Then, he began to learn to look more at the bright side of his life and less at the dark side of life; Think more about what you have been enjoyed, and less about what you lack.

Then he realized how lucky he was - imagine that if God forbid, he would have died with his companions at the bottom of the sea long ago, instead of living a life of food and clothing on this desert island. What if, God forbid, he doesn't get anything removed from the grounded shipwreck? Without guns and axes, he could not find any food other than turtles and turtles on the beach and wild fruits that could be poisonous. Even if you don't starve to death, you must only live like a wild man, and even if you try to kill a goat or a bird, you can't disemboweled them, skin them and cut them into pieces, but just bite them with their teeth and tear them with their claws, like wild beasts.

In short, after some reflection, he had a clear understanding of his situation, and knew that he was stranded on this terrible desert island, far from the people, with no hope of being rescued. But once he found himself alive, he would not starve to death, and he would not be in danger of becoming a wild man. His distress vanished. He began to live a carefree life again, devoting himself to all kinds of work to support himself.

Over time, Robinson has greatly improved his living situation compared to the downfall he had when he first arrived on the island. Not only is life comfortable, you don't have to worry about starvation and cold, but you also feel comfortable. Even the idea of escaping the desert island faded - he wrote in his diary:

“…… How merciful the Creator is to the beings he has created, even when they are in a desperate situation, he is still so merciful. He can sweeten the fate of misery, and we all praise him even when we are imprisoned, and when I first came into this wilderness, I thought I would starve to death; And now, what a feast is before me, and I have not used any tools in my life, but over time, with my labor, diligence, and discernment, I have come to realize that I can do anything.

I read the Bible a lot, put it into practice, and combined with God's grace to me, I gained a whole new understanding that I had never seen before. For me, the world is far away; I don't have any relationship with it anymore, and I don't have any expectations. Suffice it to say, I have nothing in the world. In short, I have nothing to do with the world, and I will never have anything to do with it again. Therefore, my view of the world is the same as the view of the world after we leave the world: this is where I once lived, but now it is gone. All I have is enough for me to enjoy. I am the lord of this land, and if I wish, I can crown myself king and emperor in the land I possess. I have no enemies, and no competitors to fight with me for power. I could produce a whole shipload of food, but it wouldn't be of any use to me, I just had to produce enough food for me. I have a lot of turtles and turtles, but I only need to eat one or two once in a while. I have plenty of timber to build a fleet. I have enough grapes to make wine or grapes, and when the fleet is built, I can fill every boat. I can only use the ones that work for me. I've got enough to eat, but what else do I want? If there is too much prey to eat, you have to let the dog or worm eat it; If too much grain is harvested, it will become moldy if you can't eat it; Trees are not used when they are cut down, they rot when they lie on the ground, and they are of no use other than for firewood and food.

In short, facts and experience have taught me that everything in the world is the most precious when it is only useful. Whatever you have accumulated, you should give it to others. The most we can enjoy is what we can use, and more is useless. Even the greediest and most indiscriminate money slave in the world, in my present position, would cure the problem of insatiable greed, for I am now so rich that I simply do not know what to do with my wealth. I don't have any greedy desires in my heart, and I'd rather spend the rest of my life here until the last moment, like my old dog...... The only thing that is lacking is that there is no one to associate with, and nothing else is lacking......"

-- Living on an isolated island away from the crowd made Robinson a hermit who believed in God.

Since ancient times, human beings have been social creatures, and when a human being has to be isolated from the world for some reason, it is natural to try to imagine that some natural force is protecting and caring for him, so as not to be destroyed by the terrible loneliness of his mind - the shepherds of the remote wilderness believe in God far more than the city dwellers, and the Tibetans of the plateau believe in the Buddha with amazing devotion for this reason.

-- Loneliness and turmoil are wonderful catalysts for the rise of religion.

If this isolated island had continued, Robinson might have really ended his life peacefully like the hermits and prophets who "sat down" in the midst of their perception of life and praise to God.

However, at this moment, his life took a new turn.

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As mentioned earlier, Robinson built a small boat on the island, but due to the lack of suitable timber in the seaside cave, the boat was not located in his seaside cave, but was moored at the other end of the island. He tried to get the boat over several times, but was frightened back by the rapids and the waves. So every time he went out to sea for recreation or fishing, he had to travel long distances to get to the mooring.

However, at noon one day in the fifteenth year of his absence, Robinson was walking along the beach to the other side of the island to see his boat, when suddenly a man's footprint appeared on the seashore: a barefoot footprint, clearly imprinted on the sand

This frightened Robinson—he had lived on the island for fifteen years, but had never seen a single person

So, looking at this footprint, he stood there in a daze, as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. He listened intently, then looked around, but heard nothing, saw nothing. Then he ran up to the high ground, looked into the distance, and ran back and forth on the beach a few times, but to no avail. He ran to the footprints to see if they were his hallucinations. However, footprints are footprints, and there is no doubt about it. The toes, the heels, are a complete footprint.

But how did these footprints get here? Robinson had no way of knowing, and he couldn't guess. This made him upset, like a mentally deranged man, his mind was full of cranky thoughts, and then he pulled out his legs and ran to his seaside cave, running all the way, his feet did not touch the ground, but he was terrified in his heart, and he turned back three times to see if anyone caught up with him, and even a small tree in the distance, a dead tree, would make him suspicious, thinking that it was a man. Along the way, he was really frightened, and all kinds of hallucinations appeared in his mind, and all kinds of absurd thoughts and countless bizarre delusions appeared in the hallucinations, which were simply indescribable. At last Robinson went into his cave at the bottom of the cliff by the sea, as if someone was chasing him, and his heart was terrified, that a frightened hare had fled into his hayn and a fox had fled into his burrow, and he had not been as worried or uneasy as he was. So much so that it scared him to the point that he trembled like malaria.

Robinson pondered for a long time about this unexpected development, and did not close his eyes all night—he thought to himself: this little island, with its pleasant scenery and abundant produce, and not far from the great Americas,6 could not have been untouched since ancient times, as he had previously imagined. Although there are no inhabitants on the island, it is sometimes entirely possible for the boats on the opposite side of the Big 6 to come to shore on the island.

So, does this footprint represent someone invading his island? The other side is a European sailor in distress? Or the nearby Native Americans? Did they have their own boats and farmsteads? Will they come and attack here? Will he destroy all his grain, rob all the goats he tames, and finally let him starve to death...... It wasn't until the morning sun rose again, and he fell asleep due to overthinking and mental exhaustion.

Hey, the unpredictable fate makes life seem so strange 6 How unpredictable are people's feelings in different circumstances, what some people love today is often what they hate tomorrow; What is pursued today is often what is avoided tomorrow; What you hope for today is often what you fear tomorrow, and you can even be terrified. And now Robinson is a vivid example.

In the past, he felt that his greatest pain was being abandoned by human society, alone, surrounded by the vast ocean, isolated from the world, degraded and living a lonely life. It was as if God had decided that he was not fit to be in the company of human beings, to associate with other people.

He felt that if he could see a man who would be as good as resurrection from the dead, it would be the greatest happiness God could give him, second only to God forgiving him for his sins on earth and allowing him to ascend to heaven. And now, as long as he doubts that he might see people, he shudders; As soon as he saw a figure, and saw the footprints of someone on the island lying there silently, he wished there was a hole in the ground for him to burrow...... Perhaps, this is the so-called "island syndrome".

He was just thinking wildly, suspicious, and meditating. Suddenly, one day, Mr. Robinson's mind was enlightened, and he thought that this qiē might be all his own hallucination. The footprint may have been left on the beach by himself when he disembarked from the boat.

The thought made Robinson a little happier, feeling more settled than ever, and trying to convince himself that it was indeed his hallucination, that it was nothing more than a footprint left by himself. Because, since he can get on the ship from there, he can of course disembark from there and go ashore. What's more, he himself couldn't be sure where he had walked and where he had never walked. If it turns out that it was nothing more than his own footprints, wouldn't he have become a big fool, like those fools who make up ghost horror stories, and instead of frightening others, he frightens himself

Then Robinson plucked up his courage and went outside—he hadn't left the cave for three days and three nights, and his house was running out of food, with only some barley bread and water left. In addition, the goats in the sheepfold should also be fed and milked, and this work has always been his pastime in the evening (how to spend it, please imagine it in combination with what happened to Ah Xu...... This is said to have been common in ancient England.)

On the way to feed the goats and milk the goats, Robinson was still always frightened, and looked behind him three times at a time, ready to drop the basket and flee for his life. However, he ran to the sheepfold for two or three days in a row, and saw nothing, so he became a little bolder, thinking that maybe there was nothing special this year, it was just his own imagination.

But he could not convince himself that what he had seen on that beach before must be his own footprints, unless he went to the beach again, and saw the footprints for himself, and compared them with his own feet to see if they were the same size. Only then can he truly put himself at ease.

So, after a lot of fighting between heaven and man, Robinson finally put on his flint gun and carefully left his cave under the cliff by the sea, and once again walked along the old path...... Then I was deeply shocked:

What did he see on the beach where human footprints had appeared a few days ago?

A Caucasian woman

A black Caucasian woman

A beautiful black and white woman

A beautiful black and white woman who was naked from head to toe**, like Eve was born in the Garden of Eden

As a result, Robinson suddenly felt a stream of heat rushing from his crotch to his temples, and his brain seemed to explode with a "buzz".

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