Facing a potential crisis, Zhang Ming called a family meeting. All four members attended.
"My friends, here's our current plan."
"If we run into natural disasters we simply can't survive, like a Mega Storm, a Super Tsunami, or Space-Time Turbulence, we'll have to use the Source of the World's sanctuary function to shelter our wooden ship."
"We can't afford to skimp on sanctuary time in those cases."
"If it's a supernatural disaster targeting living things, we'll conserve a little and use the simplified version of sanctuary-Brother Hao's Alternate Space ability."
"This ship isn't alive. Sitting here on the reef, it won't be attacked by a mind-only disaster."
"So, Brother Hao, you'll have a big responsibility from now on." Zhang Ming patted the dog's head.
Brother Hao only understood scattered bits of human speech. His pink tongue hung out, and his half-length tail wagged back and forth. In any case, he couldn't possibly object.
"Anyone have anything to add?"
"Woof, woof!"
"Awoo!"
Stone Mama: "Squawk! (Just imitating the pelican's cry!)"
Little White let out a cry, gestured expectantly with its eyes, and made a request. "Awoo!"
(Can we play computer games in Alternate Space?)
"No!" Zhang Ming glared and declared with righteous conviction, "If you're bored, you can do math problems."
"Or should we turn up the difficulty and have a Math Exam?"
Little White suffered a minor turtle-sized shock. It looked at Zhang Ming with watery eyes, pleading desperately with repeated cries of "Awoo, awoo!" No exam, no exam, no exam!
Pleeease! Pleeease!
Before the major crisis arrived, Zhang Ming harvested everything in the vegetable garden that was ready.
He moved whatever wasn't ready into the cabin.
When he first designed the sailboat, he had planted many of the plants in pots to make it easier to avoid