"There's a taro field over there. Once we find a water source, we can go and dig some more," said Song Yun.

Qi Mo Nan nodded, "Okay, I'll go dig it up when the time comes."

Song Yun used a stick to pull out the taro from the fire. Each one was roasted with a black skin. There were eight in total.

They peeled off one of the skins, revealing the soft white flesh inside. A faint aroma filled their noses, and they both swallowed their saliva.

Neither of them had eaten enough last night. One of them ate a few sweet potatoes and the other ate a few skewers of fish. They felt full at the time, but the food was quickly digested. Now they were starving.

Song Yun peeled the taro and handed it to Qi Mo Nan.

Qi Mo Nan took it and fetched the coconut shell that Song Yun had cut in half. He peeled off the dark outer skin of the taro and placed it in the coconut bowl. Then he handed it back to Song Yun, "You eat first. I'll peel the rest."

Song Yun took it, picked it up with the wooden chopsticks carved by Qi Mo Nan, and took a bite. It was soft and sticky, and quite delicious.

Qi Mo'nan stopped only after filling several coconut bowls. His hands were too dirty, so he used carved wooden chopsticks to pick up the food and eat it, which was considered somewhat hygienic.

Song Yun ate two taro and two pieces of fish and was full.

Qi Mo Nan had a big appetite, but he couldn't eat fish, so he could only eat taro. He ate six in one go.

The remaining taro and grilled fish were put into the newly woven bamboo basket. The fire was almost out, and the two set out to find water.

I don't know when I can go back. I have to find a water source first to survive and wait for rescue, or find a way to leave this isolated island.

Song Yun always carried the star board with her, dragging it along. She had thought that if it really didn't work, she could just use the star board as a boat to row away, so she would never throw the star board away.

Both of them had experience in finding water sources, and they soon found a pool of water at the foot of a mountain wall. The water was rainwater flowing down from the mountain, gathering in this place, forming a large pool of water. There was a gap on one side of the pool, and the overflowing water flowed out of the gap and formed a stream, winding down.

Song Yun looked around and felt that this was an excellent place to build a shelter. There were two natural stone walls for support. They only needed to get some wood and build a shed against the stone walls to protect from wind and rain.

And with the stone walls supporting it, it can not only protect against strong winds and rainstorms, but is also more solid and safer than building a shed alone.

Both of them were action-oriented. After quickly designing the location and size of the shed, they began to look for materials nearby.

Qi Mo Nan is still a wounded soldier and cannot do strenuous exercise, so Song Yun asked him to do some work like collecting firewood.

Qi Mo Nan was not willing to just do the job of collecting firewood. He pulled out a dagger from his boot and joined in chopping wood. However, the dagger was sharp enough and the wood needed didn't need to be too thick. This job didn't require much effort, and Qi Mo Nan didn't feel uncomfortable doing it, so Song Yun let him do it.

You need the wood to build the shed and the ropes to tie it up.

There was no rope, and there was no material to make one, so Song Yun simply used relatively flexible vines as ropes. After all, this house was just a temporary shelter, and she wouldn't stay here for a day or two. Maybe she would find a way to get out of here after a few days.

The two worked all day long. When they were hungry, they ate taro and grilled fish. Finally, they built the shed. They covered the shed with thick leaves and hay, and then placed the star boards on top. Compared with the haystack, the star boards were cleaner and flatter, and were just the right size to use as beds.

While there was still daylight, Song Yun took a basket and went to dig taro. Qi Mo Nan followed, picking up firewood and wild fruits along the way.

When it was completely dark, a bonfire was lit outside the newly built shelter by the pond. Song Yun threw half a basket of taro into the fire to roast it, while Qi Mo Nan took the pheasant he had just hunted to the stream outside the pond to process it. After cleaning it, he strung it with peeled branches and hung it on a thick wooden rack above the fire to roast it.