Day fifty-one arrived.
During the days of smoking meat, aside from refining oil and odd jobs, there was a significant task that consistently interspersed Lin Yu'an's life.
That was repairing the stinging net that unfortunately got damaged before.
A fully intact stinging net is a crucial means of obtaining food, and it's a path Lin Yu'an wouldn't abandon.
Whenever he had spare time, his fingers flew through the dense net lines; the process was slow, monotonous, always testing his endurance.
Finally, this morning, after carefully inspecting all the meticulously repaired parts, he let out a long sigh of relief, the stinging net was finally fully restored.
"My stinging net can be deployed into battle again!"
Having repaired the stinging net, Lin Yu'an did not rush to set it into the water.
"Learning from last time, I've decided to create a sturdy net platform!"
Lin Yu'an's gaze fell onto a lakeshore area near the shelter that he had surveyed earlier.
