Drawing several construction lines on the beach with a wooden stick, Chen Zhou carefully placed wooden strips and stones, occasionally heading to the forest by the shore to chop some new trunks or branches for fixing positions.
The rain seemed like the tired breath of the sky, heavy at times, light at others, striking the edge of his wide-brimmed hat.
Accumulating in the indentations of the leather materials, it flowed down, dripping along the seal fur cloak.
Chen Zhou's shoulders remained dry, but his pants and waist, lacking the cloak's protection, were completely soaked.
The sunlight sometimes shone brightly, sometimes dimmed, and a special wall made of wood and stone gradually took shape on the beach.
Unknowingly, he worked until noon, his steps never pausing. Having not eaten since early morning, Chen Zhou's stomach began to rumble.
