Desert Island Survival: I Built an Empire Using Fenjiu

A storm, a cargo ship, twenty-six lives, and he was the only one left. When Fang Tianzhen woke up, he was covered in injuries, his left shoe was missing, and his mouth was filled with seawater. He drifted to an uninhabited island, surrounded by only broken boards, dead colleagues, and blue and white porcelain vases floating in the sea. A whole shipload of Fenjiu wine was transported from the country to the west, and it was all scattered in this sea. He's not dead. He is the only survivor. No rescue, no tools, no food. He only had one pair of hands, a kitchen knife fished out of the sea, and a head that was about to be driven crazy by loneliness. But he had wine. More than a hundred bottles of blue and white Fenjiu were piled up into a wall surrounding his camp, like a small, blue-white castle. He learned to make fire, catch birds, weave baskets with rattan and make traps with sticks. He dug rock holes, built toilets, and raised rabbits. He became a production team on this island. He drank 56-degree Old Baifen, ate roasted bird legs, looked at the stars, the moon, and whether there were any passing ships on the sea. He carved marks one after another on the rock wall - 5.20, 5.21, 5.22... Each mark was proof that he lived one more day. He wants to live. Live until someone comes to save him. Or, live until he finds a way and leaves on his own. This is a story about loneliness, survival, and how a person pulls himself out of the mud bit by bit in despair. It's also a story about wine. After all, without this sea of ​​Fenjiu, he might not have been able to hold on long ago.