When the real world of Z1 unfolds happily, then cultivate happily.
This world, still not sure what’s going on, so let’s eat first since it’s already dark.
We’ll be spending the night at sea today.
At this moment, a few strong men are carrying baskets full of stones, splashing them into the water.
This is the anchoring, to prevent the ship from drifting.
Under the starry night.
Zhang Feng sits by the ship, eating dried fish and watching them anchor.
Now I don’t need to work myself.
Just maintaining this pace, rowing without wind, sailing with wind, and stopping the ship at night.
To reach Lin Island, even with good luck and more southeastern wind, it would still take another four or five days.
Life on the ocean truly tests one’s patience.
Zhang Feng feels he’s experienced the life of ancient sailors, completely relying on the wind gifted by the heavens for food.
Zhang Feng then turned his attention to the others who were about to rest, "Stretch for an hour before sleeping, it makes sleeping at night sweeter too."
It’s the mid-16th century now, the western mechanical clock of 24 hours already existed.
On this vast sea with lords and dynasties scattered, there are both Western and Eastern people.
The 24-hour system can be traced back to ancient Egypt.
"Yes..." The one-eyed and others responded, then grimaced and continued stretching.
Although none of them had mechanical clocks, and there wasn’t such a rare object on the ship, they all knew the 24-hour system.
As for a more accurate time, the ship has hourglasses.
With his experience as an ancient prince, Zhang Feng is relatively accustomed to such basic and inconvenient facilities.
Another four days passed.
After seeing the listless crew, Zhang Feng feels that when they reach land, they need to rest for a while before continuing their voyage.
Without replenishing any herbs, they can’t keep up with their training.
Even though this training method has been simplified a lot, they still can’t handle it.
It seems that forming his Grandmaster rowing team is not an easy task.
It also involves matters related to ’money’.
Zhang Feng now really wishes to encounter a group of ’low-level’ pirates, or some troublesome ships and people.
Then they could seize and take what they need, getting money to buy medicines and for living on land.
Unfortunately, things didn’t go as hoped.
For several days, although a few ships were seen in the vast white ocean, none intended to approach them.
These were obviously legitimate ships.
Everyone avoids each other to prevent anyone from getting greedy.
Among them, there were pirate ships, but as soon as the pirates saw his ship heading towards them, they immediately turned around and fled.
They ran faster than rabbits.
And his ship still couldn’t catch up.
While Zhang Feng was pondering about spirit cultivation.
The one-eyed helmsman suddenly said to Zhang Feng, who was near the ship’s edge ahead, "Brother Zhang, ahead is Xuanpang Mountain. Once there, we’ll have only a thousand miles left to Lin Island."
’A thousand miles...’ Upon hearing it, Zhang Feng felt a headache; seven days in, and only about a thousand miles covered.
But when he heard about a mountain.
And saw the nearby crew gazing into the distance.
Zhang Feng looked over as well; the mountain seemed quite large, verdant, standing on an island five miles wide, occupying nine-tenths of the island’s width.
At this moment, they were still about ten miles away.
He stuck out his hand to determine the wind direction, calculated the water flow combined with manpower.
Zhang Feng concluded in about ten seconds that it would take about half an hour to reach the island.
After a few days at sea and his mastery of wind science and the like.
Zhang Feng could now be considered half an old sea captain.
"Let’s see if there’s anything else on the island." Zhang Feng was tired of eating dried fish, wanting a change in taste.
"Sure, Brother Zhang!"
"Brothers, let’s put in more effort!"
The crew were also excited, adjusting sails where needed, rowing where needed.
They were also eager for a change in taste.
If they could spend a night on the island for a nice sleep, that would be even better.
Because when sleeping on the ship, they often needed to tie themselves up.
Otherwise, with the ship rocking, or during storms and big waves, they could be tossed from one end to the other while sleeping.
The ship continued sailing towards the mountain ahead.
At this time, Zhang Feng also put away his fishing rod and came to the helm, learning to steer from the one-eyed.
"Brother Zhang, Xuanpang Mountain is big." Seeing Zhang Feng approaching, the one-eyed started speaking ingratiatingly, "Last time I came here, there were chicks on the island, the taste was really fresh!
Once on the island, I’ll catch a few for you with the brothers!"
"Thanks a lot." Zhang Feng nodded and mused for a moment, "Xuanpang Mountain? This name is a bit of a mouthful, let’s just call it Pang Mountain."
"Alright!" The one-eyed laughed in response, suddenly rubbed his itching nose,
"Strange, strange, as soon as we approached Pang Mountain, my nose started itching."
"Me too..." The two crew members observing the wind beside them also vigorously rubbed their noses.
’Itchy?’ Zhang Feng didn’t feel anything initially, but within seconds, his nose started itching too, though he couldn’t sniff out any special odors.
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Zhang Feng felt this might be some kind of ’colorless and odorless’ gas, causing the allergy symptoms like nose itching.
"There’s something in the air." Zhang Feng concluded.
"Quick, grab the wet cloth!"
"Be careful, something might get into your brain!"
Upon hearing there was something, the one-eyed and several crew members immediately reached into the nearby water bucket, pulled out some wet cloth strips, and wrapped them around their noses and mouths.
"What are you guys doing?"
The crew from afar saw this and shouted out.