Found a Bike

With the right tools at hand, materials were everywhere, and building a simple shelter was very easy.

Cooperating to chop branches, make fire, build frames, pull ropes, everything was done in one go.

Potential points plus 1!

Just busy, Ning Shu ran back, panting: "Lu Zhe, Sister Bing... found treasure..."

Lu Zhe was a little curious: "Roger's treasure?"

"What, it's a means of transportation!"

Means of transportation?

Lu Zhe's first reaction was to find a beached boat. If they could fix a boat, they wouldn't have to work hard to build a bamboo raft!

Going over to take a look, he was a little disappointed.

Buried in the beach was a bicycle!

Most of the bike was buried in the sand, only the rusty front handlebar and half a front wheel sticking out.

Judging from the handlebar style, it should be an old mountain bike.

Looking at the rusty frame, it must be quite old.

Tang Xiaoguo asked, "Why is there a bike here?"

"Don't know, get it out first."

Lu Zhe found a stick to dig the sand around it loose, then grabbed the frame and pulled hard. A mountain bike smoothly unearthed.

"Ding! Important material found, potential points +5!"

What's so important about this?

It was quite intact, but severely damaged. Riding it was impossible.

The seat was rotten, the chain had broken, and the inner tube looked like intestines falling out.

Taking it to a scrap purchase station, they generally wouldn't give you more than 5 yuan.

Lin Qianqian noticed that the black and green frame was covered with rust stains, and vaguely made out a word "Polygon".

"Polygon?"

Shen Bing said, "I know this one, it's an Indonesian bicycle brand."

Ning Shu said, "Bottles, plastic bags and the like floating over is normal, but how did this float over?"

Looking at the endless sea, Lu Zhe said, "I guess it's possible that it was washed over by a tsunami. The 2004 tsunami affected the whole of Southeast Asia, killing hundreds of thousands, possibly bringing materials from other countries here."

"You mean this bike might have come from that tsunami?"

"It's possible, or it could have been from some tsunamis in recent years. Where we are is also a tsunami prone area."

Speaking of this, the girls were all worried.

"Blessings and misfortunes are from heaven, all we can do now is make the most of existing resources and survive well."

Jiang Yao nodded, "Is that bike useful then?"

Lu Zhe examined it again. Although the frame was rusty, it was intact. The two wheels were also not deformed.

The rear wheel was rusted solid, but the front wheel could still turn.

Looking at the brake cable, although the rubber was rotten, the cable sheath was covered in stubborn rust.

Pulling it, it was still sturdy.

"Too bad it can't be ridden, otherwise it could have been mounted on the bamboo raft as a foot pedal propeller! For now, this brake cable is very useful to us!"

Saying so, Lu Zhe pulled off a brake cable: "We can use it to make a wire saw, speeding up our bamboo cutting speed! As for the rest, they're also useful, just no tools to dismantle them now. We'll take them to the new camp and arrange it there!"

The girls nodded.

"What else did you find?"

Lin Qianqian said, "Some small sea snails, crabs, a sticky sea cucumber, and some whelks, that's it!"

Tang Xiaoguo complained: "The seafood here is much less than Sister Bing's beach!"

"It's not low tide now, finding nothing is normal. We have enough food for now. See if we can catch another shearwater at night. Right, what other materials?"

"Just some bottles, plastic bags, yogurt lids, oh yes, we also picked up a lot of foam." Saying so, Ning Shu pointed to the side.

Lu Zhe saw several large blocks of white foam piled up at the edge of the beach and woods.

It was the eps polystyrene foam used to package large appliances.

Lu Zhe nodded, "Good stuff. We can add buoyancy to the raft. At the new home we can cut and assemble it into insulating containers."

"Great idea!"

Shen Bing said, "Alright, let's gather these first. Eat something. Twist more ropes in the afternoon. Let's build the bamboo raft together later!"

"That's the plan!"

After eating, Lu Zhe started making a wire saw.

Very simple.

Find a very strong curved tree branch, punch holes up and down, thread the brake cable through, tie one end first, then bend the branch to the limit, and tie the other end.

Finally let go and the branch pulls the cable taut.

Try it on a bamboo pole, cut through one about 10cm diameter in three minutes.

And the cut was neat and smooth, just like sawed with a saw!

Potential points plus 1 again!

With the new tool, and having stockpiled lots of rope over survival so far, work efficiency also greatly increased.

He and Shen Bing, one with a knife and one with a saw, spent an afternoon cutting over thirty 4-meter long, calf-thick bamboos.

The bamboo diaphragms gave these bamboos much greater buoyancy than wood of the same mass.

Tied together with rope, foam and empty bottles tied around for more buoyancy.

A bamboo raft that could carry 300-400 jin was completed.

Finally a thick rope was twisted as the tow rope, preparations complete.

Looking at the raft, Ning Shu couldn't help but feel emotional: "When we first came looking for Sister Bing, it took 5-6 days to build a wooden raft. Now we've built a bamboo raft in just an afternoon."

Lu Zhe nodded, "In fact, compared to then, our tools have been upgraded. The raft material is also much better than before. Also, everyone's work efficiency has significantly improved compared to before. This is actually a reflection of social development in miniature."

The girls all nodded in agreement.

"Alright, you guys prepare some materials. I'll go catch a shearwater."

At the mention of shearwater, Shen Bing suddenly froze, as if remembering something again.

Night fell again, and the girls fell asleep in the shelter one after another.

Lu Zhe was about to lie down when Shen Bing said, "Lu Zhe, I have something I want to ask you."

Saying so, she walked to the beach and sat down.

Lu Zhe got up and sat down beside her.

"I heard that when you came to find me, you dove to the seabed and saw our crashed plane?"

Lu Zhe nodded, "That's right! The dinner knife and plastic tube were taken then."

"Didn't take anything else?"

"At the time I could only get into the first class cabin, and most things in the first class cabin had been thrown out. I couldn't open the doors to the other cabins either."

Shen Bing thought for a moment, "Actually, there are still ways to open them from the outside."

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