An Ling suddenly thought of a question: this wooden hut is just barely five square meters.
But what if the island hadn’t been expanded—would it have been crushed right away?
Although it’s called a wooden hut, it’s really just a cube-shaped frame pieced together with wooden planks.
If she were given some planks, nails, and a hammer, she could probably replicate an identical one herself.
“Hopefully the sea doesn’t get too windy.”
It was said that the sea always had strong winds, even though An Ling had never seen the ocean before.
Now that night had completely fallen, it was worse—she didn’t dare light a fire in such a cramped, poorly ventilated space.
If she accidentally caught fire, that would be the end.
The “Good Things Come in Pairs” bonus had a few hours left.
An Ling opened the light screen and began checking all the things she could build; it was time to grind some points.
At the same time, she could clear out the large pile of materials and prepare for the island landing the day after tomorrow.
【Simple Axe: Wood*5, Scrap Iron*5, Rope*1】
【Good Things Come in Pairs bonus, gained 1*2 points.】
【Simple Pickaxe:…..(same materials)】
【Good Things Come in Pairs bonus,…..】
【Wooden Table: Wood*8, Iron Nails*4】
【Good Things Come in Pairs bonus, gained 2*2 points.】
【Wooden Chair: Wood*4, Iron Nails*4】
【Good Things Come in Pairs bonus, gained 2*2 points.】
【Simple Wooden Bed: Wood*30, Thatch*15】
【Good Things Come in Pairs bonus, gained 2*2 points.】
An Ling built all the available structures on the construction module in one go.
The only thing that made her happy was that the simple wooden bed didn’t require a building card.
【Built Simple Wooden Bed, rewarded 5 pairs of Boneless Socks (White)】
“Huh, there’s even a reward?”
Looking at the few pairs of white socks that appeared in her hand, An Ling realized this light screen’s rewards leaned more toward daily living items.
Three buildings provided a total of 6*2 points, and two tools offered 2*2 points each.
Adding these to An Ling’s original points, she now had 24 points in total.
Without hesitation, she immediately exchanged for two Cornerstone Cards, expanding the island’s area to 7 square meters.
The wooden hut was finally no longer on the edge of the island.
An Ling calculated that the island’s width was now about two meters and sixty centimeters—roughly forty centimeters wider than before.
The expansion was centered around the wooden hut, so the extra space in front and back was only about twenty centimeters, still too small to place anything.
The simple wooden bed perfectly matched the wool felt mat, which was already covered with a layer of thatch.
Worried about comfort, An Ling added five more portions of thatch on top before finally covering it with the wool felt mat.
Then she sat at the edge of the wooden bed, finally showing a satisfied expression as she pulled out food and ate in the dark.
After the first day’s experience—and maybe because of the wooden hut—she no longer felt as afraid.
She quickly devoured a meat floss bun, a cream bun, and a can of eight-treasure porridge.
Her fullness rose to 73%, but her cleanliness dropped again, down to 71%, dangerously close to a critical threshold.
In such harsh conditions, maintaining high cleanliness was difficult.
An Ling frowned at the numbers.
She looked toward the locked wooden chest beside her, then opened the light screen and accessed the chat module.
“Who has the key? Food for it!”
“Key? What key?”
“Didn’t you get a locked chest? Of course, it’s for opening it!”
“Who wants a locked chest? I’m trading food…”
“There might be treasures inside, and you’re just trading it for food?”
“Upstairs, you idiot, this guy clearly had bad luck and didn’t get any food. Those compressed biscuits are barely enough for girls.”
“Why don’t you save some? Also, you’re the idiot!”
“Why would I save? I have plenty of food, just to annoy you!”
“I can sing, dance, and rap—who will give me a bottle of water?”
This time, An Ling didn’t bother to respond to the online beggar.
Instead, she immediately sent a private message to the survivor offering the chest.
An Ling: “A bottle of water plus a pack of compressed biscuits. Deal?”
Survivor 37: “Can I trade the biscuits for something else? I get diarrhea every time I eat those…”
An Ling: “Steamed buns.”
Survivor 37: “Two buns okay? I’ve had diarrhea all day and barely eaten anything…”
An Ling: “You didn’t catch any other food?”
Survivor 37: “I’ve never used a fishing rod. I’m terrible at hooking fish; I think I just have bad luck…”
An Ling: “Alright, I’ll trade with you. If this happens again, you can come find me.”
Survivor 37: “Thank you…”
An Ling traded two steamed buns and a bottle of water for a locked chest.
Usually, guys who add ellipses after chatting are a bit insecure.
An Ling figured this person was probably an introverted social anxiety type.
After shouting for so long, no one came out to trade a key.
It seemed everyone knew how important this was—it was that one person’s fault for mentioning it.
Now the situation was: those who had chests didn’t have keys; those who had keys didn’t have chests.
“Forget it, maybe later.”
Using the light from the screen, An Ling washed her face with two bottles of filtered water she had prepared today, then sat on the bed and took off her shoes and white socks.
Last night, sleeping in the simple tent, she hadn’t even taken off her shoes.
Only now did she notice the socks the system had rewarded her were the same style she was wearing—soft and smooth, very comfortable to the touch, exactly the kind of socks a girl would want.
She rinsed her feet simply with water, and once dry, sat cross-legged on the bed and massaged her feet to relieve fatigue.
Then she patted her back a few times.
After all this, An Ling stretched and lay down on the bed.
Checking her cleanliness again, as expected, it had risen to 73% since she was paying attention to personal hygiene.
Too bad she couldn’t take a bath, or it would improve even more.
She had sweated a lot on the first day and felt uncomfortable.
Luckily, the sweatshirt wasn’t too thin at night, so at least she didn’t have to worry about catching a cold.
She used the thatch she had piled up as a pillow.
Though the wooden boards were still hard, having this setup was already very good for her current situation.
“Time to sleep, get ready for a new day.”
An Ling closed the light screen, and the wooden hut was swallowed by darkness.
Unconsciously, her breathing grew heavy…