I Was Sold to My Mortal Enemy (Double Transmigrations)

After their bath, Shi Yi intended to wash his clothes, so Pei Xing carried him into the room. Both were undressed at the moment, and the night was slightly chilly.

“I’ll put on some clothes; it’s a bit cold.”

“Wear whatever you want; it’s so convenient,” Pei Xing retorted, pulling a thin quilt over both of them and kissing Shi Yi’s chest, “But no one is watching on the island, so don’t bother wearing clothes. It’s a hassle to wash them every day.”

“You old pervert!” Shi Yi muttered.

Pei Xing covered his mouth and kissed him passionately until Shi Yi’s body grew hot.

As Shi Yi grasped the man’s little brother, Pei Xing gasped, while Shi Yi warned him, “Don’t get carried away. We need to climb the mountain tomorrow.”

“I’ll carry you on my back; don’t be afraid.”

Pei Xing curbed Shi Yi’s desires and pinned his hand above his head, rendering Shi Yi speechless.

The wooden bed was noisier than the earthy one, creaking and groaning with every motion. Even when Shi Yi drifted off to sleep, the sound of creaking persisted.

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In the early morning, the two of them woke up, cooked rice porridge for breakfast, and Pei Xing carried Shi Yi to the south house. This time, they made the journey faster and arrived before sunset. They stayed there for a while and intended to transfer their belongings to the north house the following day.

As they were preparing to stay for a year, they needed to be ready for winter. Unsure of what the winters were like on the island, Shi Yi and Pei Xing collected food and utensils from several houses in the north.

To their astonishment, other houses also contained rice, grains, oil, noodles, salt, sugar, and various vegetables.

The terrain here was higher than in the south. Their house sat on a vast, flat area atop the mountain peak, almost two meters above sea level. Fishing required traveling approximately three hundred meters to the west, where they found some fishing net there.

Each morning, they spread the net and collected their catch at noon. Any leftover fish was dried in the sun.

Shi Yi harvested all the peaches from the two trees in the yard, utilizing two large clay pots to make canned peaches and drying the surplus. From the other houses, they acquired grain, oil, rice, and noodles, which should suffice for two months. If supplemented with other food, it could last for roughly four months.

To their good fortune, they discovered an abandoned field in an eastern canyon, where four acres were planted with wheat. Due to neglect, weeds had taken over, affecting the wheat’s growth. Shi Yi was overjoyed and leaped in celebration, relieved of concerns about rice and noodles.

Both of them spent two days harvesting wheat together, working diligently for over ten days to secure enough provisions. Despite the island’s apparent lack of inhabitants, Pei Xing insisted on having Shi Yi accompany him wherever he went.

Among the tools they discovered was a mill, which Pei Xing brought back to their house. It took them nearly half a month to thresh and dry the wheat. Shi Yi used the collected sheets to sew two large cloth bags, and there was a small amount left over, which they packed into an empty jar.

While they had wheat, they lacked a stone mill to turn it into flour.

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“It’s not troublesome to find a few stones and make one,” Pei Xing proposed.

“You can even make a stone mill?” Shi Yi was pleasantly surprised.

“Uncle Song taught me how to do it. I had no trouble learning,” Pei Xing replied, raising his eyebrows.

Shi Yi kissed him with enthusiasm and remarked, “Lao Gong, you’re truly amazing.”

Pei Xing pressed Shi Yi and kissed him, their bodies close together. “I possess something even more powerful.”

“Stop with the teasing; aren’t you tired?” Shi Yi said with a hint of exasperation. “You always bring up a stamina thing like you are a big deal.”

In comparison to the sexual power of his past life, these days were akin to scratching an itch.

In his heart, Shi Yi secretly admired Pei Xing’s extraordinary physical strength. Over the past few days, they had harvested wheat together, with Pei Xing often working harder. He had given plenty of help.

The time they spent on the island was meticulously recorded by Pei Xing on his mobile phone. Unbeknownst to them, more than a month had passed, and it was now September.

They had nearly consumed all their oil, and they needed to find a way to procure more. There was still plenty of salt. Lately, they had been dining on sea fish, prepared in various ways to avoid becoming greasy, thus saving a good amount of salt.

They lacked warm winter clothing, and Shi Yi needed to start preparing early. Over the past few days, they hadn’t been occupied with harvesting wheat or venturing into the mountains. Although Shi Yi had initially gathered some duck feathers, chicken feathers, and rabbit fur, the pair felt much more secure with the addition of maize.

Shi Yi was no longer stingy with the flour, steaming a pot of buns and cooking wild mushroom soup without the vegetables. They had eaten vegetables sparingly in recent days, and now with no vegetables left, they planned to pick some wild ones from the mountain.

After lunch, Pei Xing took Shi Yi to collect the fishing net. They caught only three fish this time, none of which were particularly large. After retrieving the net, they decided to replace it with a larger one and cast it in a different location.

During this time, Pei Xing carried several large stones home, indicating his intention to construct a stone mill. Shi Yi recognized his purpose and refrained from disturbing him, instead tending to other chores, such as processing the fish into a paste, kneading it into dough, rolling it into thin strips, cutting it into thin slices, supporting it with thin wooden strips, and hanging it in the yard to dry in the sun for easy storage.

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In a single afternoon, Pei Xing completed the stone mill. Having helped Father Song construct a few in the past, he possessed the necessary experience, and the task did not require much effort. The stone mill was finished, and they immediately used it to grind some wheat. By the time the sun set, they had managed to produce less than half a jar of powder. Still, they were content with the result.

Shi Yi made it into a noodle, dried them, cut them into sections, and stored them. In the evening, he cooked rice soup to accompany the steamed buns. Recognizing that Pei Xing had not eaten adequately in recent days, Shi Yi felt somewhat concerned, resolving to go to the mountains the following day to gather more wild vegetables and provisions.