Phi-Fic Chapter 1125
Chapter 1125
Even the older folks took the initiative to collect firewood and look after supplies.
The children, led by the adults, helped pass around the lightweight parts, creating a lively and bustling scene across the island.
Zhou Shuwan has basically recovered, and she and Qi Mingyu go up to the island every day to help.
Zhong Tiyun joined the catering team and, along with several other women, prepared meals for the workers.
Looking at the busy yet orderly scene before her, Zhou Shuwan was filled with emotion.
During a break, the family sat under a makeshift shed to cool off.
The seawater temperature was rising higher and higher, reaching 45 degrees Celsius. Occasionally, waves would crash against the rocks on the shore, and the splashing water would sting your hands with a burning sensation.
"The seawater temperature is getting higher and higher. If this continues, even if there are any creatures in the sea, they probably won't be able to survive," Zhong Tiyun said, wiping away her sweat, her tone tinged with worry.
Zhou Jianghai nodded: "Fortunately, we found this place in time. Otherwise, if we had continued to drift at sea, even if we hadn't encountered any danger, we might have had an accident due to the high temperature of the seawater."
Looking at the fortress framework under construction in the distance, Zhou Shuwan suddenly said softly, "Actually, I've always thought that if Wang Qian hadn't led his people to the Blue Algae Sea, but instead chose to sail in this direction, they would have discovered this island in just a few days."
One sentence silenced everyone.
Yes, fate is unpredictable, and life is full of uncertainties.
If Wang Qian had led the fleet in this direction back then, they would have discovered the true Island of Life!
Just a few degrees of difference in the flight path led to completely different fates.
Zhou Mumu has been busy working alongside the main force on the island these past few days, becoming one of the youngest laborers in the construction of the mid-air fortress.
He grew up under the protection of his family. Zhong Tiyun and Zhou Jianghai doted on him, and his older sister Zhou Shuwan took care of him in every way, never letting him suffer any hardship.
Later, he studied medicine and became a doctor on the mothership. Everyone politely called him "Dr. Zhou" and treated him with great respect.
I usually deal with medical equipment and patients; I've never done manual labor like digging soil or laying foundations.
However, after landing on the island, Zhou Mumu took the initiative to find the soldier in charge of dispatch and asked to do heavy work with the other young men.
The soldiers, seeing his fair and delicate appearance, thought he was just acting on a whim and tried to dissuade him, but Mu Mu was adamant and insisted on joining the team digging the foundation, carrying a shovel.
The July sun was scorching, the light reflected from the sea was so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes, the air was filled with sweltering heat, and the rocks underfoot were so hot that they could cook an egg.
Zhou Mumu joined everyone in wielding shovels and digging, and at first she was able to keep up with the pace.
Before long, sweat soaked through his clothes, trickling down his forehead and cheeks, leaving streaks on his skin before dripping into the dry soil and disappearing instantly.
His palms quickly developed blisters, the wooden handle of the shovel hurt his hands, and his arms ached so much he couldn't lift them.
But he didn't complain of being tired, nor did he give up halfway. He just gritted his teeth and followed the people around him, digging shovel by shovel, his movements gradually becoming more and more skillful.
Over the course of a few days, Zhou Mumu had gotten quite tanned. Her originally fair skin had turned into a healthy wheat color, and her cheeks had become thinner. The stray hairs on her forehead were damp with sweat and stuck to her forehead, giving her a toughness she had never shown before.
Zhong Tiyun saw it all and felt deeply pained.
Every day at noon when she delivered lunch, she couldn't help but hold Zhou Mumu's hand, looking at the blisters on his palms, her eyes reddening: "Mumu, if you can't handle it, don't force yourself. You're a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, how can you do this kind of work every day? If your hand is injured, how will you treat patients in the future?"