Seeing Hank Fowler staring right at her, Luna Lovelace felt a flutter in her chest. She clutched her chest with both hands and took several steps back. "Hank Fowler, you wouldn't be after my body, would you?"

"Don't use your filthy thoughts to insult my character!" Hank retorted, feigning indignation.

Let's be honest, with Luna Lovelace's looks and figure, any guy would have some thoughts. Hank was no exception. But he had his principles. He'd never take advantage of a woman or do anything against her will.

Luna was slightly taken aback, and probed, "Then what do you want in exchange?"

A warm smile curled Hank's lips. "Help me gather a hundred catties of thatch, and I'll give you the bra."

He'd always found the bra an eyesore, and had been wanting to get rid of it. If he could trade it for a hundred catties of thatch, it wouldn't be a bad deal.

"Huh?" Luna was stunned, a little confused. "What do you need so much thatch for?"

"I have my uses for it, you don't need to know. Just tell me if you're willing to trade or not." Hank said casually.

Luna hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I accept, but you need to give me the bra first. Also, I might not be able to gather that much thatch today, so give me some time."

"No problem," Hank agreed readily.

Luna was excited. "Give me the goods, then."

"Wait a sec." Hank turned and briskly walked towards the Hut.

Luna stood there waiting. With nothing better to do, she glanced over at Hank Fowler's shelter. One look and she was dumbfounded.

The vegetable patch was lush and green. Cucumbers and tomatoes were already bearing fruit. One particular corn stalk was over six feet tall, with three large ears of corn hanging from it.

What was going on? How did Hank's plants grow so fast? Theirs hadn't even sprouted yet!

Where did they go wrong? Could it be the seeds?

While she was lost in thought, Hank returned, holding a neatly packaged black bra.

"Here." Hank handed the bra to Luna.

Luna, still slightly dazed, asked, "Hank, how did you plant your crops? Why are they growing so fast?"

Hank replied casually, "Dug a hole, poured some water, put in the seeds, covered it with soil. Simple as that."

"You need to water them?" Luna murmured.

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Hank chuckled. "Seeds are living things too. If you don't give them water, how can they grow quickly?"

"That makes sense," Luna nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "So how much water do you use?"

Hank, sounding like an expert, elaborated, "Not too much, about a third of a bottle of mineral water per hole."

"That much?" Luna's eyebrows furrowed. "Everyone only got three bottles of mineral water. If you use it all for watering, what will you drink?"

Hank calmly explained, "I'm using distilled seawater to get fresh water."

"Hank, you know so much," Luna looked at him with admiration.

"It's nothing special," Hank scratched his head, chuckling.

He knew jack squat about distilling fresh water. He just had a small pond. Of course, he couldn't tell Luna that.

Hank then asked, "You guys must have finished your mineral water, right? What are you drinking every day?"

"We get up early every morning, just as the sky is getting light, to collect dew. It's barely enough to drink. But using it to water the seeds is completely out of the question," Luna sighed.

Hank smiled reassuringly. "There are always more solutions than problems. Once you get used to the environment, things will gradually get better."

"You're right!" Luna's eyes shone with determination.

"I have things to do, so I won't keep you," Hank said, heading towards the Sand.

Luna glanced at Hank Fowler's shelter, her eyes filled with envy. After a short pause, she found a patch of tall grass, ducked in, and quickly changed into her new bra.

Finished, she returned to her own shelter.

Zara Vance was standing outside the wooden fence, looking out. When she saw Luna returning, she asked anxiously, "How is Hank doing? Is he still alive?"

"Hank is alive and well," Luna grinned.

"That's good to hear," Zara breathed a sigh of relief.

Luna looked at Zara curiously. "Sister Zara, you're so concerned about Hank's safety. Don't tell me you've got a crush on him?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Zara's face flushed with a hint of annoyance. She glared at Luna and said slowly, "Hank has a healing talent. If anything happens to him, who will heal us if we get injured?"

"That's true," Luna nodded.

Zara pondered for a moment, then asked again, "How is Hank's condition? Is he so hungry that he can't even walk?"

Each survivor here was only given three loaves of bread and three bottles of mineral water. At most, it was only enough for one day. After that, they needed to find food on their own. But the island was too dangerous. Even the weak grasshoppers had some fighting ability.

Hank only had a healing talent, which made him practically useless in a fight. He probably couldn't find any food. He might have been starving for the past two days.

Luna smiled and said, "Sister Zara, you won't believe it, but Hank is doing great. He's positively glowing, much better than us."

"Huh?" Zara was stunned, confused. "Where did he get food and water?"

Luna replied without hesitation, "The plants he planted are already bearing fruit. The corncobs are at least twelve inches long, so he's not lacking in food. Also, he's been distilling seawater to get fresh water. He has plenty to eat and drink."

"What?" Zara was completely bewildered. Her thoughts seemed to have frozen.

Hank, who was far less combat-capable than them, was actually living more comfortably? This was a bit hard for her to accept.

After a moment of daze, Zara asked, "Why are Hank's plants growing so fast?"

Luna truthfully relayed, "Hank said that seeds are living things and need water. As long as you water them, they'll grow quickly."

"I see," Zara's eyes deepened. "It seems we also need to find a way to get more fresh water."

Luna suddenly said, "Sister Zara, I have an idea. We found two more treasure chests, right? We can trade them with Hank Fowler for fresh water. With water, we can irrigate the plants, and then we'll have a food source soon."

Because the last time they opened a treasure chest, a poisonous bee came out, and Willow Frost was stung, nearly dying from the poison. So they were a little hesitant to open treasure chests now.

But if they didn't open the chests, they wouldn't get anything, and the chests would just be a decoration. It would be better to trade them with Hank.