Desert Island Survival: A Hundredfold Improvement After Having a Baby?

"Looking for food."

Lin Fan didn't waste any words. He stood at the edge of the rocky slope and slowly scanned the coastline with his gaze.

The cruise ship sank approximately 1.2 nautical miles from the current coastline. Due to last night's tides and nearshore currents, some of the cargo from the sealed compartments has been washed ashore on the eastern reef area along with debris.

[Expected recyclable items include: sealed food, first-aid kits, plastic containers, and some clothing. Suggested search area: from the eastern reef area to the edge of the mangrove forest, approximately 600 meters in length.]

The moment the golden notification box disappeared, Lin Fan had already changed direction.

"Head east."

Song Ya followed behind. She wanted to ask why they were going east, but after glancing at Lin Fan's back of the head, which he didn't even bother to turn around, she swallowed her words.

Asking is pointless; how many questions has this person answered her since yesterday?

The two of them cut eastward along the rocky slope halfway up the mountain for about ten minutes.

Lin Fan stopped and squatted down on a protruding rock to look down.

The coastline on the east side is completely different from that on the west side.

There are no beaches, only black reefs sculpted by the waves over millions of years.

Tidal pools of varying sizes are formed between the reefs, and after the tide recedes, seawater remains in the depressions.

On the periphery of the reefs, a large amount of debris was scattered, washed ashore by the waves.

Plastic buckets, shredded planks, torn life jackets, deformed aluminum frames...

There were also several white, sealed plastic boxes stuck in the crevices of the rocks.

"See those white boxes down there?"

Song Ya tiptoed and looked in the direction he was pointing.

The white box stood out starkly against the black reefs.

"That's...from the cruise ship?"

"If the sealed box in the kitchen storage compartment has a high enough waterproof rating, the items inside can still be used."

Lin Fan stood up and glanced at the terrain.

The reef area is quite large, and there are some useful things scattered around.

"We'll split up and search. You go to the left, I'll go to the right. If we find anything useful, we'll put it there."

He pointed to a flat rock in the very center of the reef group, which was half a meter higher than the surrounding rocks.

"Did you understand?"

Song Ya nodded.

Lin Fan's figure had already disappeared behind a cluster of jagged black rocks.

Song Ya stood there, the sea breeze making her stained shirt, its color now unrecognizable, flutter loudly.

She took a deep breath and began to climb toward the rocks on the left.

The wound on the sole of my foot hit the rough rock surface, and waves of pain shot up my body.

She gritted her teeth and moved between the rocks, using both her hands and feet.

The first white box was wedged between two large rocks.

It took Song Ya a lot of effort to pull it out.

The seal is intact; no water has entered.

She opened it and found some useless decorations.

The second box wasn't so lucky.

The outer shell was cracked by the reef, and seawater poured in.

Song Ya lifted the lid, and inside was a pile of soaked tissues and a few plastic forks.

The tissue crumbled at the slightest touch and stuck to my fingers like cotton wool.

Useless.

She picked out the plastic fork and put it in her pocket, then threw away the tissue.

The third box was in even worse shape; the entire bottom was smashed through, and it was completely empty. It was unknown what it originally contained, as it had all been washed away by the sea.

The fourth one contained two T-shirts that had been soaked in seawater, and when wrung out, they still smelled of diesel fuel.

Song Ya hesitated for a second, but still moved in. Even if it smelled bad, it was still clothes.

I searched through four boxes but couldn't find anything to eat.

Song Ya's physical strength was rapidly depleting.

The rocks in front of her would occasionally sway, but it wasn't the rocks that were swaying; it was her swaying.

She braced herself on her knees and caught her breath for a while before preparing to continue searching.

Then she saw that thing.

On the back of a large reef overturned by the waves, there were scattered silver aluminum foil sealed bags.

The bag had black lettering printed on it, which reflected the sunlight.

【军用压缩饼乾，900型。500g/包。生产日期2024年3月，保质期5年。】

Song Ya froze.

During her internship in the company's administration department, she helped the logistics team procure a batch of emergency supplies.

She recognized the packaging: Type 900 military compressed biscuits, 500 grams per pack, extremely high in calories, enough for an adult to last all day.

They actually provide this kind of thing on a cruise ship?

She didn't have time to think, and quickly squatted down to count.

Aluminum foil bags were scattered in the crevices of the rocks and along the edge of the tide pool, as if they had been thrown out of a broken storage box.

One pack, two packs, three packs, four packs...

I counted until the eighth pack.

Three of the aluminum foil bags were torn by the rocks, allowing seawater to seep in. They felt soft and mushy when squeezed, and the surface was swollen, so they were probably ruined.

The remaining five packages were intact, with tight seals, and felt hard to the touch; not a drop of water had gotten in.

Five packs, 2,500 grams.

Song Ya squatted on the rocks, holding the five packs of compressed biscuits, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

Enough for five people.

On this desolate island where there's nothing, the value of these five packs of compressed biscuits is probably ten thousand times more substantial than the empty promise of fifty million that Su Qingxue made.

She stood up and carried the five packets of cookies to the meeting point in two trips.

They carried three bags over and placed them on the flat-topped reef, then came back to get the remaining two bags.

Just as I picked up the cookies for the second time, before I could even turn around, a voice drifted from behind me, "Hey."

"We've struck gold!"

The hairs on Song Ya's back stood on end.

She turned her head and saw a man standing on a rock three meters away, looking down at her.

He was in his early forties, of medium build, and his face was tanned and stained with patches of black and red from sun exposure and toxic fumes.

There's a scabbed wound on my left eyebrow bone, with the scab sticking out at the edges; it looks painful.

The white shirt he was wearing was torn in half, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the veins on his forearms were bulging.

Song Ya recognized the face.

Zhou Dahai, Legal Department, Shengtang Group.

Having been with the company for over a year, he had a very low profile. The only time Song Ya remembered him was when she overheard him bragging in the break room that he was a resident of a county in which his home was being demolished and that he owned five houses.

But Zhou Dahai, standing on the reef at this moment, is a completely different person from the smiling legal specialist in the company.

His eyes were fixed on the two silver foil bags in Song Ya's arms.

He licked his dry, chapped lips with his tongue.

Song Ya had seen that look in her eyes before, at the zoo.

That's the look in the eyes of the wolves in the cage staring at the feeding hole through the glass.

"Song Ya, right? The intern in the sales department?" Zhou Dahai jumped off the rocks and took two steps toward her.

"Zhou... Brother Zhou." Song Ya subconsciously took a step back and hugged the compressed biscuits even tighter.

"I found it first."

"You found it first?" Zhou Dahai laughed.