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He drew back the curtains, only to find it was still cloudy outside.
Feeling sore all over, Chu Mingcheng laid back down on the bed, not wanting to move.
After yesterday's fishing and hunting, he felt fine, but carrying the fish back to the boat left him practically half-dead from exhaustion.
The amount of exertion had been enough; no need for a morning run.
Yet his biological clock had conditioned him to wake up early anyway.
He didn't plan to go fishing today; his intention was to take his boat to the shipyard and purchase a fish spear on the way.
Thinking of the fish spear, Chu Mingcheng couldn't stay in bed any longer and grabbed his laptop to look up information on crafting one.
A wooden fish spear could be made by oneself, but naturally, the craftsmanship of a novice wouldn't be impressive, requiring a lot of practice and the consumption of large quantities of wood to create a functional spear.