At five in the morning, the wolf howl alarm rang punctually.
Jiang Ye had already adapted; he got up calmly and went downstairs to wash up.
He opened the base panel and sent a message to Isabelle.
Jiang Ye: I'm awake, what time is breakfast?
Isabelle: Six o'clock, don't be late.
Jiang Ye: Roger that!
It had been a while since he'd fed the wolves. Jiang Ye opened the livestock assistant and checked the chicken and duck prices for the day. He noticed a discount on ducks and decided to order sixty-six ducks at once, enough to give one to each wolf.
He placed the order and paid.
The transaction bay lit up, and the bound ducks burst out, their quacks filling the entire base vehicle, quite noisy.
Jiang Ye opened the window.
Several wolves immediately pressed themselves against the window, their hind legs on the ground, their front paws gripping the windowsill. They first looked at Jiang Ye, then opened their wolf mouths wide.
Jiang Ye picked up a duck and stuffed it directly into a wolf's mouth.
The wolves were orderly. Each one that grabbed a duck immediately moved away, and the next wolf would then press forward.
Soon, all the ducks were fed, and he closed the window.
On the wasteland outside the base vehicle, a pack of white wolves was tearing into the ducks, blood splashing everywhere.
Jiang Ye went out and headed straight for the lumber harvester.
The trees he had planted yesterday had mostly grown, forming a lush expanse of green, a sea of trees!
He started the vehicle, its engine humming. Jiang Ye turned the steering wheel, quickly pointing the vehicle's head at the first bamboo stalk.
The bamboo was uprooted, laid onto the vehicle, cut into several sections by the saw, and then fed into the rear transaction bay.
Eleven hundred yuan was credited to his account.
He moved forward to the second bamboo stalk, which was also processed in a few seconds.
Eleven hundred yuan was credited again.
Jiang Ye drove along the forest, selling the continuous stream of wood as whole logs, his account balance steadily increasing.
Unknowingly, it was six o'clock. Jiang Ye stopped the lumber harvester and headed directly to the living center.
A sandstorm had occurred last night, leaving a lot of dust on the glass exterior walls of the living center, making them look dirty.
However, the interior remained as pristine as ever.
Jiang Ye went upstairs, familiar with the way, and arrived at the dining hall. A table full of breakfast was already laid out.
Oatmeal and millet porridge, sandwiches, sausages, cheese, honey and milk curd cakes, and a large plate of fried eggs.
Isabelle, wearing pink pajamas with her hair messy, came out of the kitchen holding a cup of coffee. "Want some coffee?"
"No," Jiang Ye sat down and picked up his chopsticks. "Your breakfast is very Russian."
"Russian?" Isabelle yawned, asking confusedly, "What do you mean, Russian?"
Jiang Ye shook his head. "Never mind, you probably wouldn't know."
Isabelle chuckled. "Every time I think you're a modern person, you say or do something ancient."
Jiang Ye smiled and said nothing, focusing on his meal. When he was young, he had to memorize ancient poems in class and analyze the emotions of the ancient people. Now, in the blink of an eye, he himself had become one of those "ancient people," and the time span was even greater than when he studied Li Bai and Du Fu.
If only he had brought some daily necessities with him before being frozen, they would be antiques now and could fetch a good price. Thinking about this, Jiang Ye felt regret, as if he had missed a golden opportunity.
After eating, Jiang Ye stood up. "I'm going to get busy."
Isabelle, still biting into a milk curd cake, nodded. "Are you coming back for lunch?"
"Probably not. I'll be back for dinner," Jiang Ye said.
"Alright." Isabelle pointed to his head. "When you get back tonight, I'll trim your hair."
Jiang Ye paused, realizing then that his hair had grown very long again, resembling an illustration from Robinson Crusoe.
Leaving the living center, he didn't continue cutting trees but headed directly to the dock.
Quite a few pearl oysters had gathered in the dock, white and plate-like, covering the shallow water areas.
Jiang Ye spread open a sack and collected two sacks to sell.
His personal assets increased to 6,122,5000 yuan.
He still needed nearly forty million to establish a town, so he had to work hard to earn money!
He entered the captain's cabin, clicked on the screen, and set sail.
At eight twenty in the morning, the fishing boat docked.
Jiang Ye walked onto the deck. The foul smell in the air had lessened. Looking down at the beach, the giant water jellyfish were reduced to mere plastic-bag-like remains; most of their bodily tissues had dissolved into water and flowed into the sea.
These things really did rot quickly. Just two days ago they were as big as small hills, and now there was almost nothing left. After all, jellyfish are mostly water, and once dehydrated, not much remains.
He disembarked and got into the excavator, starting to dig for fluorite.
The fluorite mine had only just been opened, and there was still a large reserve yet to be excavated.
With one scoop of the bucket, colorful fluorite sparkled in the sunlight!
Jiang Ye worked diligently, first excavating large quantities of fluorite, piling it up beside him like digging trenches.
Once enough fluorite was piled up, he filled sacks and loaded them onto the fishing boat for sale.
Many of the fluorite stones were soaked in the corpse water of the water jellyfish, but their selling price hadn't changed much, still around 150,000 per sack.
He worked for four hours straight. The temperature grew hotter and hotter, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
Feeling tired and hungry, Jiang Ye went into the captain's cabin, took out a can of meat, pried it open, and ate. This was his lunch.
After only two bites, he suddenly looked up.
A buzzing sound was coming from afar.
It sounded very much like the sound of a rotorcraft!
Jiang Ye immediately got up, ran to the deck, and looked out in the direction of the sound.
To the northwest, a small black dot was cutting through the white clouds, flying towards them.
It was indeed a rotorcraft!
Likely one of the recent nouveau riche.
Jiang Ye stood on the deck, watching quietly.
The rotorcraft first flew northeast for a bit, then suddenly turned and flew directly towards the fishing boat. Perhaps the pilot on board had spotted the fishing boat.
Jiang Ye took a few steps back, positioning himself close to the captain's cabin, and looked up at the rotorcraft.
It was getting closer.
800 meters
500 meters
300 meters
100 meters!
The rotorcraft lowered its altitude and flew past the fishing boat at high speed, about a dozen meters above it, the wind it generated ruffling Jiang Ye's hair.
The sunlight was too dazzling to clearly see the pilot's appearance, but their skin was quite fair.
Jiang Ye looked up, following the rotorcraft with his gaze.
The rotorcraft flew about a hundred meters further, then turned back, flying towards the fishing boat again.
This time, a small black object suddenly detached from the aircraft!
In an instant, the object fell into the sea beside the boat.
Boom! The fishing boat vibrated violently, a column of white water shot into the sky, and a lot of seawater splashed onto the deck.
A strong smell of blood wafted in the wind; what the plane had dropped was a blood grenade!
Jiang Ye rushed into the captain's cabin and tightly shut the doors and windows.
The rumbling rotorcraft continued to circle above the fishing boat, round and round. Every time it passed the fishing boat, it would drop one or two more grenades!
Amidst the continuous explosions, the fishing boat shook violently, blood mist rose from the deck, and the blasted seawater splashed onto the windows with a whoosh. Although it was docked by the shore, the entire boat felt like it was in a storm.
Jiang Ye opened the door of the captain's cabin and pushed out the dark six-barreled rapid-fire cannon.