Chen Zhou had long expected the scene on the beach, and he sighed. Though he accepted it in his heart, the thought of work made him feel cumbersome and tired.
He put down the bag, unfastened the Iron Blade from his waist, threw the Long-handled Axe onto the beach to lighten his load, and began the task of rebuilding the cutting site.
Moving back and forth between the seaside forest and the beach, Chen Zhou found that many pieces of wood had been washed ashore along the coast.
These waterlogged boards and planks were remnants from the slave ship dragged into the sea. Aside from drying and burning as firewood later, they were almost useless.
Near the planks, Chen Zhou also saw a large fish, one and a half meters long, its body turned white and foul-smelling.
The fish might have been stranded on the beach after the earthquake, and after dying, it was pecked by seabirds, leaving a shriveled hollow in its eye socket, with bones exposed and already decaying.
