Milo's Beach Farm

[Western Fantasy to open up wasteland and drive to the sea to farm] Milo was an unlucky man. The boat he was on was overturned by huge waves amidst the song of the siren, and he was washed up on an unknown island with driftwood in his arms. Good news, he is still alive. Bad news, he is the only one alive, how can he survive on this uninhabited desert island. After shivering on the rocks by the beach all night, Milo was lucky enough to catch a lot of luggage washed ashore the next morning. It was obviously unrealistic to wait for rescue, so he could only start clearing wasteland and farming with useful supplies. On the first day of land reclamation, we cut down wood and palm leaves to build a temporary shelter, which collapsed in the middle of the night. On the second day of land reclamation, I dug out a spring under a pile of dead leaves and had a hearty drink. On the third day of land reclamation, when they ran out of food, they fished with a fishing net woven with hemp rope and caught a mermaid. Finally had a full meal. …… The 268th day of land reclamation. Milo opened the door of the cabin to welcome the first ray of sunshine in the morning. The shells and wind chimes in front of the house made a crisp tinkling sound. The crops in the vegetable patch behind the house were lush and lush. The mermaid, which had grown legs, was dragging a swordfish towards him. "Milo, breakfast." The mermaid said expressionlessly. "Good morning, Ossian." Milo responded with a smile. He took out the still-warm eggs from the chicken coop, made breakfast together with fish and cabbage from the field, and filled his stomach with Ossian. Milo kissed the cold-faced mermaid and then picked up the hoe and went to the ground. Ah, a beautiful day has begun again. *Farming life by the seaside, I will write about catching up with the sea~ Purpose: Have the courage to live even in desperate situations