He only thought about the benefits of Fruit Tree Valley, forgetting its most fatal flaw—it was too far.
From the small river upstream, it stretched over ten kilometers.
The land route was bumpy, and the waterways were unpredictable.
During the rainy season, the river was wide for rafting transportation, but the weather was unsuitable. In the dry season, the weather was fine, but the river was narrow and easy to run aground.
Relying on his strength alone, trying to transport all the supplies into the valley was impossible within a year or so.
"Unless..."
Chen Zhou flipped forward two pages of his notebook, staring at the cannibal tribes' island visit schedule in a daze.
"If only I could capture a few natives to help me, but how could I capture them alive and civilize them?
Wouldn't that be too dangerous?"
A straightforward and honest Friday couldn't represent all cannibal tribespeople. After all, they were primitive people who wouldn't blink an eye at killing.
