As he spoke, Liancheng Yazhi plucked a leaf and threw it into the air to measure the wind direction and speed.
Jian nodded. that means we don't have much time left. We must finish the raft before the monsoon arrives.
"That's what I meant."
The ocean seasonal winds would affect the ocean currents, and the wind speed would affect the speed of the ship. If the ship drifted with the wind, it would be much faster, and it would save a lot of manpower.
To them, what they wanted was not a destination, but to land. As long as they could land, they could go to any corner of the world. Nothing could trap them after leaving this Island.
liancheng yazhi stood up. " continue with your work. chop for a few more days. the wood should be enough! "
