From Robinson Crusoe

The light in the forest has become dimmer as the sun sets. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the lake, dyeing the slightly rippling water golden.

Chen Zhou stared at the float, extremely confused - where did all the fish go today?
"Wrong time?
Or do you just stick to one fishing spot and catch all the fish there?"

I was thinking whether I should change the bait or cook some barley to make a nest, so as to save face in front of the two natives.

Turning his head, Chen Zhou suddenly discovered that one of the natives squatting by the lake was missing, leaving only clothes and shoes on the ground.

"What about people?"

Chen Zhou was wondering about the natives' movements, but he seemed to be attracted to the fishing box, and his eyes drifted back to the float uncontrollably.

When it comes to fishing, once you get into it, it’s hard to stop.

In the past, he always found fishing boring and didn't understand why the anglers in the fishing bar were so addicted to it. After he tried to catch his first fish, he found it difficult to get out of the trap.

Especially after catching that big fish, he discovered the charm of fishing.

After taking one last look at the float and seeing that it was still motionless, Chen Zhou finally stood up and walked towards the aboriginal boy.

Just after taking two steps, a wet head suddenly emerged from the lake beside me.

Ah Tuan was holding a big fish with water plants hanging on his head. He swam towards Chen Zhou happily and grinned, revealing his not-so-white teeth.

Seeing the native offering fish, although he knew that he had good intentions, Chen Zhou still felt very unhappy.

“Can’t I catch it myself?

Do I need you to help me catch fish?"

He really wanted to scold the natives like this, but when he glanced at the empty fish cage and thought about the natives' empty stomachs as they had been hungry for almost a day, he finally swallowed his words.

Forced to put on a smile, he took the big fish from the skinny native and threw it onto the shore. Chen Zhou was just about to praise him when he saw him blending into the water, causing only a small ripple before sinking vertically into the water.

……

"Damn it, so powerful?"

This was the first time for Chen Zhou, who had poor swimming skills, to see such a skilled diver. He stared at the natives underwater intently and saw skinny black shadows in the water constantly diving and swimming in a relatively vague area, as if chasing something.

Not long after, the skinny native brought up another fish.

Taking the big fish again and watching the native boy dive into the water again, Chen Zhou silently complained in his heart.

"This is just bullshit. Sitting here for a whole day is not as good as someone catching fish in two minutes."

While thinking about this, he carried the two big fish to the fishing box, took out the knife specially stored in the box, and killed the fish cleanly and scraped off the scales.

His hands kept moving, and he comforted himself in his heart——

“It’s okay, they can’t enjoy the joy of fishing if they catch fish like this.

Although I could only catch small fish in a day, I gained a sense of accomplishment. These natives will never understand my spiritual pleasure! "

……

The plan to show off one's skills ended up being embarrassing, or even self-humiliating.

Fortunately, the natives did not understand Chen Zhou's behavior, nor did they understand the pros and cons of fishing. They blindly worshipped the "new god" in their hearts and labeled all his actions with brilliant labels.

Moreover, after Atun caught the fish, Chen Zhou did not embarrass himself in cooking.

Before rescuing the natives, he went to the lake to fish quite frequently, sometimes even staying by the lake for a whole day.

In order to replenish his energy and enjoy his spoils, he stuffed a lot of commonly used seasonings into the fishing box, including a small bottle of vinegar, salt and sugar, as well as dried lemon slices, garlic and chili peppers.

He lit a bonfire, cleaned the fish's guts, cut the fish's body, inserted wooden skewers, and smeared salt and oil on them. Chen Zhou's skillful technique allowed him to roast the two fish until they were fragrant.

Atun had no food in his stomach and was exhausted. He caught two more fish and then climbed to the shore dragging his skinny body.

Dodoru was looking at the burning bonfire, smelling the aroma of roasted fish, and had already been secretly swallowing his saliva.

He was secretly watching the grilled fish turning in Chen Zhou's hands. When he saw his companion coming ashore, he put aside his appetite and immediately went over to help.

Strings of water droplets rolled down Atun's head. He looked extremely tired. He held Duodulu's hand and struggled to stand up. He glanced cautiously at Chen Zhou who was grilling fish nearby and asked quietly.

"Are the gods happy? My harvest is a little small."

In the tribe, fishermen who only catch four fish are sometimes not even worthy of enjoying wild fruits. For the sake of the lives of more people, they must work hard to hone their fishing skills in order to fill their stomachs.

Atun was very nervous because he went into the water without permission and only achieved such a result.

Duodulu only saw Chen Zhou smiling at Atun. He didn't dare to guess the mind of the god. Just as he was thinking about how to reply to Atun, he saw Chen Zhou waving at them.

……

The wet Atun walked to the campfire barefoot, with his head lowered and his ribs exposed, fearing that he would be punished for his poor performance.

He never imagined that in Chen Zhou's eyes, he was already a very skilled diver and fisherman.

If Chen Zhou were left to go alone, he would probably not be able to catch a single fish even if he drowned in the water.

"Let's warm ourselves by the fire."

Chen Zhou said to Atun, and then handed the roasted fish in his hand to Duodulu.

Knowing that the two natives had worked for most of the day and then stood by the lake watching him fishing for the whole afternoon, they were already empty-bellied, so the first two fish were specially grilled for them.

In order to cater to their tastes, Chen Zhou did not add garlic or dried chilies to the fish, fearing that they would not be able to accept it, so he only added a little salt.

Dodulu subconsciously took the fish that was roasted to a golden color by the fire and stared blankly at the knife marks on it. He couldn't believe that the gods would actually give them cooked food.

In the tribe, this never happens.

Even the most valiant warrior would not get food prepared by the chief or the priest himself, unless he was the son of the chief.

"Is this really for me?"

Dodulu didn't say it out loud, but his expression and eyes silently expressed what he was thinking.

Chen Zhou had no idea that handing over a fish would cause the natives to think so much.

The original book only mentioned briefly about the indigenous tribes, and he knew nothing about the rituals, systems and beliefs of the tribes.

Moreover, he came from the modern era and was unaware of the knowledge that 17th-century sailors had acquired about indigenous customs.

Seeing Dodolo at a loss holding the wooden skewer, he thought that this native boy didn't know that grilled fish could be eaten directly, so he picked up the remaining fish in his hand, tore off a piece of fish meat and put it in his mouth to chew, demonstrating to the two guys.

"understand?"

As he asked, he handed another grilled fish to the naked Atun.

But Atun stretched out his hands to take the grilled fish, but did not eat it. Instead, he did the "prostration of submission" to Dodulu, which was the most difficult thing for him to accept.

"I really can't stand you two. After I teach you to speak Chinese, the first thing I will do is to correct your bad habit of lying on the ground at every turn."

Impatiently putting his feet on the heads of the two men, Chen Zhou perfunctorily replied, and then sat back in the fishing box.

As a modern man, he may never understand what an ordinary fish grilled by him means to two natives. (End of this chapter)