Chapter 1314: Bolang Nansha (07) Steamed with sweet rain

On March 2, 1988, the fifteenth of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival, the cloudy turned to moderate rain.
In a flash, more than half a month has passed since Zhanjiang Port. After the Spring Festival, it was the Lantern Festival. In such a long time, the only time to stand on land was the night of New Year's Eve.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, Yang Zhiliang, who was on duty, walked out of the command room. He didn't want to go back to the cabin for a while, so he leaned on the ship's side to blow the air. Suddenly, he began to miss home and thought.
In his hometown, the Lantern Festival is the busiest these few days of the year. It is more lively than the Spring Festival and comparable to the foreign carnivals on TV.
From the thirteenth year onwards, there have been traditional shows such as hanging dragon lanterns, paddling boats, lion dances, performing arts, setting off fireworks, lighting lanterns, and walking on stilts. All men, women and children all put on new clothes and swarmed into the cities. In the market town, there are firecrackers, gongs and drums and laughter everywhere. At night, the lights are mixed with moonlight and stars, and together they render the colorful night sky.
Yang Zhiliang suddenly remembered vaguely that there was a Lantern Festival when he was a child, and his mother took him to live with his grandmother’s house. At that time, he should not have reached the age of school, so he was completely crazy during those few days. Helped cousins ​​and cousins ​​to set off firecrackers, play lanterns, and ran to the street to watch juggling. At night, when he was tired, he would sleep under the new satin quilt of his uncle's house-maybe because he was too excited during the day and went to bed at night I wet the bed...
I don’t remember when my mother stopped going to my grandma’s house on the Lantern Festival, because the kind-hearted grandma and grandpa left one after another. Later, my sister got married and had children, and my mother became a grandma and became an uncle. Maybe now, my mother. Are you with your sister's family? Will there be more white hair on her old man's head? Are the wrinkles on my father's face deeper? My nephew is 4 years old this year. Will he sleep in a new satin quilt and wet the bed like himself?
Thinking of the naive look of his little nephew, Yang Zhiliang grinned and laughed silently, but somehow, the eye sockets were wet, and some liquid slid down his face, flowing into the corners of his mouth, salty...
what happened? We are an iron-blooded Chinese soldier who bleeds, sweats and does not cry!
"It's raining!"
I don’t know who uttered a stern howl, tearing through the tranquility of the night, and the "Xiangtan Ship" suddenly became noisy. There was no order to control the lights. The lights of the whole ship seemed to be lit in an instant. The improper people rushed out, standing on the deck laughing and jumping, and even the eager and shameless, they pulled themselves naked in three or two strokes, running around naked in the rain!
"It's raining in time!" Yang Zhiliang thought, "God is here to help!"
This busy helped me in time.
Even with the head and tail, it has been 17 days since the "Xiangtan Ship" left Zhanjiang's home port. The consumption of fresh water and non-staple food is very high. Since yesterday, the whole ship has stopped sending personal water, and even the kitchen is not allowed to use water for rice washing. , That is to say, the rice is not washed, add some water and cook directly in the pot; for washing dishes, sea water has been used for washing dishes, and now you have to use sea water to brush your teeth and wash your face-to be honest, just the salty and bitter sea water The taste is really hard to use for brushing your teeth, and washing your face makes it even more uncomfortable. It feels like you are a piece of meat to be cured.
As for taking a bath, it has long been a luxury that can only exist in dreams. Yang Zhiliang remembers that the last time he took a bath happily was the time when he relied on the "East Transport Ship" for supplies on the 23rd of last month. It’s been more than a week. Think about it. Above this hot and humid sea, most of the time I stay in a sweltering cabin. The smell of my body is estimated to have been salty for several years. Dried fish have the same attribute-but, anyway, everyone on the ship is a virtue, and after a long time, they will get used to it.
This is also called "being into the abalone for a long time without smelling it".
"What do you want? Don't hurry up and wash." An old sailor threw a piece of soap over. "Could it be that you, a big man, are still shy? The rain on the sea, but you just stop."
"I'm just thinking about this, thinking about whether to help the canteen with some water first." Yang Zhiliang defended himself.
"No, the leadership has already arranged it. I just saw Mao’s political commissar taking a few people to do this." The old sailor smiled: "You should worry about yourself. If you don’t take care of yourself, stand on Huayang Reef. I can smell the stench on you."
"The political commissar has arranged it, that's good." Yang Zhiliang laughed, and after a few strokes of his comrades, he stripped himself clean and slid. He raised his face and opened his mouth wide, letting the rain splash on. He took a mouthful of water on his body and face in just a few moments, and then he swallowed it with one mouthful of satisfaction.
"So sweet," he thought.
...
It was sunny on March 5th.
When the old sailor also looked at him, he finally stopped after a rain and patters in the middle of the night with a daytime. With the gift of God, the problem of the shortage of fresh water on the "Xiangtan Ship" has finally been temporarily alleviated. Let's put it this way. All the lidded containers on the ship are now full.
At 4 o'clock in the morning, it was Yang Zhiliang's turn to work again. He woke up early, washed with the rainwater received, and then got out of the cabin where he slept, walked through the maze-like passage, and walked onto the deck.
In the east, the belly is white, and the air that has just rained is moist and fresh. Today's sea breeze is not strong, mixed with a hint of salty smell into his lungs, making his mind clear.
"Today is a good weather," he thought.
A buzzing sound suddenly cut through the tranquility of dawn. Yang Zhiliang looked in the direction where the sound came from in surprise, and saw a large propeller plane with 4 rounds emerging from the clouds, towards the direction of the "Xiangtan Ship" When I fly here, I know by looking at it that this is definitely not a Huaxia plane!
But the battle alarm did not sound. It seems that the radar on the ship has identified that it is not an enemy plane.
The plane was getting closer and lower, and he finally recognized the model of the plane and the military emblem painted on it-this was a P3A patrol plane of the U.S., and the U.S. was not yet "strong". "The enemy", Yang Zhiliang can still see the flashing flashes on the plane. It seems that it took a lot of photos.
"The Americans are still awesome," Yang Zhiliang thought: "They don't need to use ships, as long as they send planes to spy out from time to time, the situation here will be clear at a glance. When will we be able to do the same for China?"
P3A circled the "Xiangtan Ship" a few times, took enough photos, and then swayed its wings and flew away contentedly. Yang Zhiliang watched the uninvited guest disappear from the horizon, sighed gently, and stepped into the command room. .
In the command room, the morning news was being broadcast. The announcer said in a sonorous voice: "In the past few days, the Annan authorities have carried out rampant anti-China propaganda, saying that the China Navy’s activities in Nansha are an attempt to control Southeast Asia. The wanton distortion and unreasonable interference in the normal activities of the Nansha Islands! We are telling the Annan authorities to immediately stop encroaching on our Nansha Islands and harassing our normal construction. Otherwise, all the consequences will be at your own risk! Don’t say it is unexpected!"
Yang Zhiliang stopped, looked up at the comrades in the command room, and found that they were all the same as himself, their expressions became extremely serious and solemn.