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Chapter 219 - 165: Fish On! Ocean-Run Brook Trout! · Nov 01, 2026

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201 Chapter 201 - 153: Frozen Throne! All Members Assembled 2026-11-01
202 Chapter 202 - 154: Deployment! Labrador Coastline 2026-11-01
203 Chapter 203 - 154: Deployment! Labrador Coastline_2 2026-11-01
204 Chapter 204 - 155: Shelter, Tidal Foraging! 2026-11-01
205 Chapter 205 - 155: Shelter, Foraging at Low Tide! (Part 2) 2026-11-01
206 Chapter 206 - 155: Shelter, Beachcombing at Low Tide! (Part 3) 2026-11-01
207 Chapter 207 - 156: The "Number 4" Noose Trap 2026-11-01
208 Chapter 208 - 157: Broadleaf Cattail 2026-11-01
209 Chapter 209 - 157: Broadleaf Cattail!_2 2026-11-01
210 Chapter 210 - 158: Natural Seafood Holding Pool 2026-11-01
211 Chapter 211 - 159: Permanent Shelter Blueprint 2026-11-01
212 Chapter 212 - 160: The Fire Attack Strategy! 2026-11-01
213 Chapter 213 - 161: No Empty-Handed, A Huge Haul! 2026-11-01
214 Chapter 214 - 161: No Empty-Handed Hunt, Huge Haul! 2026-11-01
215 Chapter 215 - 162: Preparing the Shelter Foundation 2026-11-01
216 Chapter 216 - 162: Foundation Preparation for the Shelter (Part 2) 2026-11-01
217 Chapter 217 - 163: Automatic Fishing Device 2026-11-01
218 Chapter 218 - 164: Building the Wall and the First Appearance of Drift Ice! 2026-11-01
219 Chapter 219 - 165: Fish On! Ocean-Run Brook Trout! 2026-11-01
220 Chapter 220 - 165: Fish On! Anadromous Brook Trout! (Part 2) 2026-11-01
221 Chapter 221 - 166: Permanent Shelter Completed (Main Text Contains Images) 2026-11-01
222 Chapter 222 - 166: Permanent Shelter Completed (Pictures Included) (2) 2026-11-01
223 Chapter 223 - 167: Winter Has Arrived 2026-11-01
224 Chapter 224 - 168: Crisis of the Holding Pond and Traps 2026-11-01
225 Chapter 225 - 168: Temporary Holding Pool and Trap Crisis (Part 2) 2026-11-01
226 Chapter 226 - 168: Holding Pool and Trap Crisis (Part 3) 2026-11-01
227 Chapter 227 - 169: Coastal Freeze and Crisis Management 2026-11-01
228 Chapter 228 - 169: Coastal Freeze and Crisis Management_2 2026-11-01
229 Chapter 229 - 170: Handcrafted Pump Drill (With Pictures, Worth a Look) 2026-11-01
230 Chapter 230 - 170: Hand-Powered Pump-Press Drill (With Pictures, Worth a Look)_2 2026-11-01
231 Chapter 231 - 170: Handcrafted Hinged Pin Door (With Many Pictures, Worth a Look) 2026-11-01
232 Chapter 232 - 171: Smelting Platinum! 2026-11-01
233 Chapter 233 - 171: Smelting Platinum! 2026-11-01
234 Chapter 234 - 171: Smelting Platinum! 2026-11-01
235 Chapter 235 - 172: Snow Forest Hunt 2026-11-01
236 Chapter 236 - 173: Gains and New Traps 2026-11-01
237 Chapter 237 - 174: The Lasso Achieves Great Success! 2026-11-01
238 Chapter 238 - 174: The Lasso’s Great Triumph! 2026-11-01
239 Chapter 239 - 175: The Storm Approaches! 2026-11-01
240 Chapter 240 - 176: Shelter in the Blizzard 2026-11-01
241 Chapter 241 - 177: The Twentieth Day 2026-11-01
242 Chapter 242 - 177: Day 20_2 2026-11-01
243 Chapter 243 - 178: Bow Drill and Ice Fishing Rod 2026-11-01
244 Chapter 244 - 179: Exploration After the Storm 2026-11-01
245 Chapter 245 - 180: Treasures on the Coastline! 2026-11-01
246 Chapter 246 - 180: Treasures on the Coastline! (Part 2) 2026-11-01
247 Chapter 247 - 181: An Unexpected Bounty! 2026-11-01
248 Chapter 248 - 182: Transporting Supplies 2026-11-01
249 Chapter 249 - 182: Transporting Supplies 2026-11-01
250 Chapter 250 - 182: Transporting Supplies 2026-11-01

Day Ten.

Lin Yu’an woke up at dawn as usual. The deep sleep from last night had allowed him to recover most of his strength, but the dull ache from carrying stones still lingered deep in his muscles.

He didn’t rush into work immediately but carried out his routine ”inspection” first.

There was more and more pack ice by the coast compared to yesterday, crowding the entrance of the fjord like a slowly closing white gate.

The time left for him to gather seafood was running out.

He conducted a scavenging session once again, adding a bounty of mussels and sea snails to his ”seafood holding pool.”

Then he swiftly checked the traps and fishing devices—still no catches.

He was unconcerned about this; he now had enough food reserves to devote all his energy to the construction of the shelter.

Returning to the construction site, his gaze fell on the neatly stacked pile of timber beside the shelter.

These were the eight pieces of spruce deadwood, cut into three-meter standard lengths with a hand saw, prepared days earlier.

”Everyone, today we start constructing the main structure of the shelter—the wooden walls.”

”I plan to make a trapezoidal frame fixed to the top of the stone walls and then gradually add logs.”

”But there are two core challenges to building this wooden wall.”

”First, how to stabilize the first layer of logs on the uneven stone foundation.”

”Second, how to lock the corner logs of the two walls tightly together.”

Lin Yu’an decided to start with the longest back wall, the one parallel to the natural rock wall.

From those eight standard pieces of wood, he selected a log with a diameter of about 20 centimeters and dragged it to the stone foundation.

He didn’t rush to lift it up but wedged it with two stones first to prevent it from rolling.

Then, he picked up the sharp hand axe.

”To solve the first problem, I must level all the logs that will lie on the stone foundation.”

Along one side of the log, he used the axe blade, clang! Clang! Clang!, to chop across the log along a straight line.

More than half an hour later, with the last woodchip falling.

The bottom of the log had been carved into a flat, ten-centimeter wide surface, rough but overall even.

He ran his palm over this flat surface and nodded in satisfaction. Then, he flipped the log over, lifted it with effort, and carefully placed it on the stone foundation.

This time, the log no longer rolled. Its massive weight, through this flat contact surface, pressed evenly onto the underlying stone base, as stable as Mount Tai.

Having settled the back wall’s base log, it was time for the side wall and the crucial corner.

From the remaining seven pieces of wood, he selected another equally straight one and leveled its bottom in the same manner.

Then, he placed it horizontally at the end of the back wall log, forming an ”L” shaped overlap.

Now, he needed to carve a semi-circular notch into the upper side wall log, allowing it to perfectly ”saddle” the lower back wall log.

But this needed absolute precision, and without modern measuring tools, the best solution was to replicate the natural shape itself.

He found a Y-shaped slender branch, sharpened its two ends to an extreme, smeared them with charcoal, and slightly spread its feet apart with a short string, securing them tightly.

A simple line marker with a fixed opening angle was born.

He squatted, lowering his body, aligning his sight with the two overlapping logs.

He pressed one sharp foot of the line marker tightly against the rounded side of the lower log. The other sharp foot nudged the bottom of the upper log lightly with its tip.

Then, his body started moving, as he steadily guided the line marker with his left hand, allowing the lower foot to slide smoothly along the contour of the lower log.

This movement caused the upper foot to draw a clear ink line along the belly of the upper log synchronously.

As he moved from one end of the log to the other, a perfect crescent arc was precisely replicated.

”This is the part we need to cut out.”

He first used the axe to carefully carve a row of fine V-shaped cuts along the outside of the arc line.

This was not only to determine the depth and boundary of the groove but also to relieve the timber’s stress, preventing the wood from cracking elsewhere when sawing.

Then he took out the trusty hand saw, sawing vertically downwards along the arc’s two ends.

”Squeak... squeak...”

The saw moved toughly but steadily through the wood, with sawdust swirling like yellow snowflakes.

When the two saw cuts reached the lowest point of the arc line, he switched back to the axe, chiseling away the lumber between the two cuts piece by piece.

As the groove was cleaned out, the most exciting moment came.

He took a deep breath, lifted the prepared end of the side wall log with all his might, aligned it with the end of the lower back wall log, and forcefully set it down!

”Thud!”

A deep and solid sound of collision resounded!

The two massive logs meshed together in an extremely snug way, with the upper saddle perfectly enclosing the round contour below!

The subsequent time was filled with tedious yet rewarding repetitive work.

He processed all of the first-tier logs in the same manner and carefully placed them on the stone foundation one by one.

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