On the 13th, Chen Zhou dug and carried enough river sand up the mountain.
Working in gloomy weather for a long time, he enjoyed the feeling of sunshine and kept working until evening.
The sunset over the western peaks was like fire, an orange-red hue highlighting the silhouette of the dark mountains, with lush dark green forests and light green grasslands forming large color blocks, reminding Chen Zhou of the landscape paintings he took from the ship.
...
"When there's time later, I should thoroughly explore this island to see if I can find some natural minerals to grind into pigments,"
he thought, sitting on the platform and eating from a bowl, as he gazed at the distant sea.
Hastily shoving the last bit of porridge into his mouth and drinking the last drops of sugary water from the can, he took a rope and left his cave, heading east along the mountainside.
