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Chapter 217 - 163: Automatic Fishing Device · Nov 01, 2026

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201 Chapter 201 - 153: Frozen Throne! All Members Assembled 2026-11-01
202 Chapter 202 - 154: Deployment! Labrador Coastline 2026-11-01
203 Chapter 203 - 154: Deployment! Labrador Coastline_2 2026-11-01
204 Chapter 204 - 155: Shelter, Tidal Foraging! 2026-11-01
205 Chapter 205 - 155: Shelter, Foraging at Low Tide! (Part 2) 2026-11-01
206 Chapter 206 - 155: Shelter, Beachcombing at Low Tide! (Part 3) 2026-11-01
207 Chapter 207 - 156: The "Number 4" Noose Trap 2026-11-01
208 Chapter 208 - 157: Broadleaf Cattail 2026-11-01
209 Chapter 209 - 157: Broadleaf Cattail!_2 2026-11-01
210 Chapter 210 - 158: Natural Seafood Holding Pool 2026-11-01
211 Chapter 211 - 159: Permanent Shelter Blueprint 2026-11-01
212 Chapter 212 - 160: The Fire Attack Strategy! 2026-11-01
213 Chapter 213 - 161: No Empty-Handed, A Huge Haul! 2026-11-01
214 Chapter 214 - 161: No Empty-Handed Hunt, Huge Haul! 2026-11-01
215 Chapter 215 - 162: Preparing the Shelter Foundation 2026-11-01
216 Chapter 216 - 162: Foundation Preparation for the Shelter (Part 2) 2026-11-01
217 Chapter 217 - 163: Automatic Fishing Device 2026-11-01
218 Chapter 218 - 164: Building the Wall and the First Appearance of Drift Ice! 2026-11-01
219 Chapter 219 - 165: Fish On! Ocean-Run Brook Trout! 2026-11-01
220 Chapter 220 - 165: Fish On! Anadromous Brook Trout! (Part 2) 2026-11-01
221 Chapter 221 - 166: Permanent Shelter Completed (Main Text Contains Images) 2026-11-01
222 Chapter 222 - 166: Permanent Shelter Completed (Pictures Included) (2) 2026-11-01
223 Chapter 223 - 167: Winter Has Arrived 2026-11-01
224 Chapter 224 - 168: Crisis of the Holding Pond and Traps 2026-11-01
225 Chapter 225 - 168: Temporary Holding Pool and Trap Crisis (Part 2) 2026-11-01
226 Chapter 226 - 168: Holding Pool and Trap Crisis (Part 3) 2026-11-01
227 Chapter 227 - 169: Coastal Freeze and Crisis Management 2026-11-01
228 Chapter 228 - 169: Coastal Freeze and Crisis Management_2 2026-11-01
229 Chapter 229 - 170: Handcrafted Pump Drill (With Pictures, Worth a Look) 2026-11-01
230 Chapter 230 - 170: Hand-Powered Pump-Press Drill (With Pictures, Worth a Look)_2 2026-11-01
231 Chapter 231 - 170: Handcrafted Hinged Pin Door (With Many Pictures, Worth a Look) 2026-11-01
232 Chapter 232 - 171: Smelting Platinum! 2026-11-01
233 Chapter 233 - 171: Smelting Platinum! 2026-11-01
234 Chapter 234 - 171: Smelting Platinum! 2026-11-01
235 Chapter 235 - 172: Snow Forest Hunt 2026-11-01
236 Chapter 236 - 173: Gains and New Traps 2026-11-01
237 Chapter 237 - 174: The Lasso Achieves Great Success! 2026-11-01
238 Chapter 238 - 174: The Lasso’s Great Triumph! 2026-11-01
239 Chapter 239 - 175: The Storm Approaches! 2026-11-01
240 Chapter 240 - 176: Shelter in the Blizzard 2026-11-01
241 Chapter 241 - 177: The Twentieth Day 2026-11-01
242 Chapter 242 - 177: Day 20_2 2026-11-01
243 Chapter 243 - 178: Bow Drill and Ice Fishing Rod 2026-11-01
244 Chapter 244 - 179: Exploration After the Storm 2026-11-01
245 Chapter 245 - 180: Treasures on the Coastline! 2026-11-01
246 Chapter 246 - 180: Treasures on the Coastline! (Part 2) 2026-11-01
247 Chapter 247 - 181: An Unexpected Bounty! 2026-11-01
248 Chapter 248 - 182: Transporting Supplies 2026-11-01
249 Chapter 249 - 182: Transporting Supplies 2026-11-01
250 Chapter 250 - 182: Transporting Supplies 2026-11-01

Eighth day, six-thirty in the morning, the horizon was still immersed in a deep indigo, with only a few of the brightest stars stubbornly twinkling.

Lin Yu’an had already opened his eyes, his biological clock waking him up on time.

Last night’s high-intensity labor, but thanks to the physique strengthened by the Golden Finger, he felt no discomfort at all, clearly the fatigue had completely disappeared after a night’s recovery.

He did not linger in bed, as in survival challenges, time is an even scarcer resource than food, and every minute must be carefully accounted for.

He quickly got out of his sleeping bag, dressed, and walked out of his temporary shelter.

The biting morning wind invigorated him, and then he began his routine morning tasks as usual.

He first walked towards the coniferous forest; this time, the multiple elastic snare traps still stood quietly there, showing no signs of having been triggered.

He was not surprised, not even saying a word in front of the camera.

The harvest from the traps is highly random, and the daily checking is more like a mandatory routine task, a continual investment in probability.

No harvest means there’s no need to spend time processing the catches.

He immediately changed direction, heading toward the bulrush gathering area, spending over an hour digging bulrushes, harvesting over ten pounds.

Then he hurried to the coastline, as today’s golden window period of low tide was approaching.

He easily arrived at the abundant rocky area, moving as efficiently as a precise gathering machine.

Bending down, searching, prying with a knife, placing things into the collecting bag... each action was crisp and clean, like a seasoned harvest worker; mussels, limpets, and sea snails were all his.

Just as he was about to leave, in a large tide pool surrounded by huge rocks and into which sunlight could penetrate, he made an unexpected discovery.

He turned over a stone submerged in water, seeing a hint of dark red deep in the cracks beneath.

It was a palm-sized rock crab, its movements slowed exceptionally due to the extremely low water temperature, almost like being frozen.

It just feebly waved its pincers once before Lin Yu’an easily grabbed it from the crevice.

”A surprise,” Lin Yu’an showed the nearly defenseless crab to the camera.

”Finding it in this season is quite lucky. It can add some extra flavor to tonight’s soup.”

He placed this sole, precious crab along with other seafood into the collecting bag.

In just over two hours, he harvested nearly twenty kilograms of seafood.

He swiftly returned to camp and began preparing a simple but high-protein brunch at the fastest pace possible.

He put the mussels, sea snails along with the rock crab, and at least two pounds of bulrush roots into the pot, adding a bit of lake water to cook them directly.

Soon, the water in the pot boiled, and the crab shell quickly turned an enticing bright red under the high temperature.

He first took out the crab, skillfully opened the shell, and a burst of fresh ocean aroma greeted him.

Although there’s not much crab meat, every shred was extremely delicious; this unexpected find added a rare delight to the monotonous breakfast.

By now it was already past eleven in the morning.

The sunshine was perfect, the wind had slightly weakened, yet he didn’t immediately start heavy masonry work.

Instead, he raised his head and glanced at the calm freshwater lake, a more efficient plan forming in his mind.

He said to the camera, ”During intense construction periods, I can’t have a solid block of time to fish actively.”

”So, before starting today’s physical tasks, I must first set up a passive fishing system that can work automatically for 24 hours.”

”With some luck, this small effort might secure food for the coming days.”

He took out his Fishing Set from his backpack, that roll of sturdy Dyneema PE line and a small box of Gamma Kaze Hooks.

The first step was not to head to the water but to walk into the nearby woods, starting to seek perfect materials for making elastic rods.

”We can’t rely on there being suitable elastic trees along the water’s edge,” he explained to the camera while searching.

”The more reliable approach is to make fishing rods ourselves and then install them wherever we desire.”

”The best materials are saplings of birch or willow trees; their wood fibers are long and excellently tough.”

He quickly found an area in the forest with young birch trees growing, choosing three saplings about wrist-thick, straight, and over four meters long.

Using the Axe and saw, he swiftly felled them from the roots and cleaned off all the side branches, obtaining three smooth, slender elastic poles.

He carried these three future ”automatic fishing rods” back to the freshwater lake.

Only then did he start surveying the terrain, looking for three perfect ”workstations.”

Eventually, he picked out three spots several meters apart.

Next up was installing the fishing rods, which is not simply putting the poles into the ground.

He first used the back of the axe to deeply drive a sturdy, half-meter-long stake into the ground beside the first fishing spot.

Luckily, the soil by the riverbank was quite loose, not too hard to hammer it in without much effort.

Then, he tightly braced the thick end of the first birch pole against the rear of this main anchor point.

To prevent lateral movement of the pole, he pounded a thinner auxiliary stake into the ground on each side of the main anchor point, forming a stable ”U” shape slot.

Finally, he used a piece of dismantled marine rope to firmly bind the base of the birch rod to the main anchor point, along with two auxiliary piles.

This way, no matter how strong the fish underwater is, it’s impossible to drag this fishing rod into the water.

This main anchor point + slot + binding triple fixation system forms the basis of an automated fishing device.

In the same manner, he firmly installed the other two birch rods in place.

Only then did he begin to focus on making the core trigger mechanism.

He decided to adopt the same, and what he believed to be the most classic and reliable ”4” shaped trigger mechanism for all three fishing spots.

He picked up a dry stick as thick as his wrist from the shore, sharpened one end with an axe, and then ”thud! thud!” hammered it firmly into the soil about a meter away from the shore.

This was the ”pillar” of the first mechanism.

Next, he began finely crafting the other two components of the trigger mechanism with that Damascus hunting knife.

For the crossbar, he carved out a piece about 20 centimeters long, with a shallow groove for the fishing line at one end and a smooth contact surface at the other.

For the support rod, he precisely cut both ends of another branch at a 45-degree angle.

After making these three components, the most crucial ”loading” step arrived.

He walked to the first birch rod that was already fixed in place, took a deep breath, and began to ”wrestle” with this elastic rod.

Grabbing the slender tip of the birch rod with both hands, he used his entire weight to pull it step by step towards the ground.

The four-meter length made the seemingly slender rod burst with astounding resistance, trembling violently in his hands and making a ”buzzing” sound.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled the tree top almost to the ground, forming a huge bow shape full of tension and potential energy.

He then positioned one end of the crossbar against the pillar and used the angled support rod to brace it precisely between the crossbar and the pillar.

As the final step, he looped a rope around the bent tip of the birch rod and over the end of the crossbar.

Let go!

In that instant, the immense tension was fully exerted on that small ”4” shaped mechanism.

The three fragile sticks made a slight ”creaking” sound, as if they would break apart at any moment, but they miraculously held firm!

A ”bow” containing tremendous energy was tightly locked by an extremely intricate ”trigger.”

The entire setup was filled with imminent tension, where any slight touch on the crossbar would cause the entire balance to collapse instantly.

In the next half hour, he meticulously ”loaded” the other two fishing spots in the same way.

Three powerful devices quietly stood on the lakeshore.

With all the mechanisms completed, he began configuring the final fishing gear.

He cut a length of PE line several meters long for each spot and tied on appropriately sized hooks.

The bait was the liver and intestinal scraps left from processing a rabbit the day before, something that could attract fish.

He cast the first baited hook into the deep water area not far from the shore.

Then, he tightened the fishing line and carefully placed it in the groove of the ”4” shaped trigger mechanism’s crossbar.

For the other two spots, he completed the final setup meticulously in the same exact way.

An hour later, when he finished all the arrangements, three loaded ’automatic fishing rods’ stood quietly by the shore, ready to work.

They were like three set hunting traps, monitoring the underwater movement for him 24/7, waiting for the target to trigger the fatal mechanism.

”Alright.” Lin Yu’an brushed the mud off his hands, a satisfied smile on his face.

”The passive income system is established. Now, we can wholeheartedly focus on physical work.”

A little past noon, Lin Yu’an put on his gloves and headed towards the pit awaiting him.

The real tough battle was about to begin.

”Alright, everyone.”

He calmly stated to the camera, ”Starting now, we officially enter the construction phase!”

”The weather is getting colder by the day. Our biggest enemy is time! So my plan is to have the stone wall built by today.”

With both hands gripping the crowbar, he began the core construction work of the day.

His build method involved starting directly from the uneven bottom of the pit to dry-lay the stone wall, leveling and stabilizing the foundation synchronously during the placement.

He chose to start from the southwest corner of the pit, where two walls intersect and bear the greatest stress.

He didn’t look for a perfect ”foundation stone,” instead placing a selected, large main wall stone in the lowest position at the corner.

Standing on it, he pressed down to make it tightly bond with the soil.

Then, he took out another stone, attempting to place it adjacent, but due to the uneven ground, there was a noticeable gap and wobble between the two stones.

”This is the challenge of directly laying the wall!”

”We must resolve the ground’s unevenness issue from the first layer of construction.”

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