In the evening, Lin Yu'an crawled into the shelter made of Willow Branches; despite being busy, he didn't let the charcoal in the metal bucket go out, instead, it continued to emit a reassuring red glow and warmth.
Compared to the bone-chilling cold wind outside the shelter, this place was simply paradise!
He rubbed his somewhat frozen hands and sat back on the makeshift stool, casting his gaze towards the ice hole he had pinned his hopes on.
While undertaking the grand project of setting up an underwater net, a simple fishing rod he crafted by hand was firmly supported by a device he also crafted himself.
After returning to the shelter last night, he didn't rest. He selected three straight sticks, each about one meter long and evenly thick, from the spruce tree trunk.
Using a hand saw, he sharpened the ends of these three sticks into points to better anchor them in the snow or ice crevices for stability.
