Chapter 72 Chapter 72 Love Supplies
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Probably because it noticed that there was someone on the deck, the speeding speedboat decisively chose the Fengyi over the Hengrongsheng.
“Boom boom boom—”
The throttle was turned to maximum, and the speedboat broke through the rain curtain, leaving white afterimages on the gray lake surface.
The distance was getting closer and closer, and the speedboat still had no intention of slowing down. When it seemed that only the last ten meters were left, the white speedboat suddenly made a sharp turn, and then drifted on the water in a handsome manner, and stopped at the side of the Fengyi with a lot of noise and splashes.
The roar of the engine gradually faded away, and the dim lake was once again surrounded by the sound of rain.
The speedboat stopped steadily on the right side of the Fengyi, with its pointed bow facing Gu Mengran and Zheng Yiji on the deck. It seemed to be intentionally maintaining a safe distance of five or six meters and not getting any closer.
Sweat oozed from the palms of his hands holding the high-pressure water gun, but was quickly washed away by the rain. Gu Mengran was still feeling the raindrops hitting his face, squinting his eyes and staring straight at the white boat.
The night and the rain blocked the view, and only a vague outline could be seen from a distance of seven or eight meters. Gu Mengran was just thinking about whether to take out a pair of binoculars, when a clear and loud male voice floated over amid the sound of the rain.
"Hey, can you...? Adjust the machine quickly!"
The voice was intermittent and unclear. The other party was obviously using a loudspeaker. The cold voice was repeated over and over again without a trace of emotion.
"Tuned, 409, what the hell is that?"
After listening several times, Zheng Yiji still didn't understand what the other party was saying, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Gu Mengran.
The burning gaze was hard to ignore. Gu Mengran handed the high-pressure water gun to Zheng Yijie and quickly took out a walkie-talkie wrapped in a plastic bag from his soaked pocket. He asked Zheng Yijie to translate: "Turn on the walkie-talkie, public channel 409, quick."
"You can hear this too?" Zheng Yijie's pupils were shocked.
Gu Mengran didn't even raise his head. "I guess they didn't come here just to see us. Although I don't know what their intentions are, it's a good thing that they are willing to communicate with us."
Zheng Yijie didn't agree with this and shook his head quickly, "Come on, buddy, don't you forget the people from Lingjiang Port? They were the ones who contacted us first, right?"
Gu Mengran was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "You're right."
The plastic bag was a little thick, making it inconvenient to operate. Gu Mengran turned the channel knob to switch channels, but was informed that both attempts had failed.
The rain was too heavy and the walkie-talkie was soaked when the plastic bag was opened.
Standing in the rain all the time was not a good idea. Gu Mengran looked around, turned his head and raised his chin towards Zheng Yiji, then held his breath and rushed under the eaves.
The original intention was to let Zheng Yijie hide from the rain together, but he seemed to have misunderstood. He held the high-pressure water gun that Gu Mengran handed to him, and stood in the heavy rain with a firm look in his eyes, as if he had received some order.
Gu Mengran: ...
There was no time to care about him. Gu Mengran opened the plastic bag and quickly tuned the intercom to 409MHz. Just as he was about to press the PTT button to communicate with the other party, the same male voice that had just been on the loudspeaker came from the intercom again:
"Hello! Can you hear me? Wind Wing, and Heng...what is it?"
After the words fell, another voice next to him said: "Brother Duan, is this really okay? Why don't we move over? What if they ignore us? How long will we wait here? My mother is still waiting for me to eat."
"Eat, eat, eat. All you do is eat all day long. You're as fat as a bear. What if you get close to me and scare me?"
"You can blame me for this?"
The two of them were bickering as if no one was around. Gu Mengran had no chance to get a word in, so he just coughed lightly while holding the intercom.
"There was a sound for a while—"
"Shut up."
He hit his companions hard but treated strangers gently. The other party slowed down his voice and asked politely and patiently: "Excuse me, is this the Fengyi or Heng, Hengrong? Can I ask if you two ships are together? Where are you from?"
Came here specially to inquire about their origins? After a moment's hesitation, Gu Mengran did not answer but asked: "This is the Wind Wing. It's convenient for me to ask, who are you? Why are you asking this?"
"We? We are residents around Fengjin Lake. You are from Huangjiang, right? Upstream or downstream? I just want to confirm something."
The other party's tone remained unchanged, patient and gentle, but Gu Mengran heard an impatient click when the last word fell.
No time to care about the other party's attitude, confirm... Gu Mengran chewed these two words repeatedly, vaguely realizing something. Lying is not a wise move. After hesitating again and again, Gu Mengran said frankly: "We came from Huangjiang, the lower reaches of Huangjiang."
"Fuck! I knew it."
The man's expression changed instantly, and he seemed to have thrown the walkie-talkie away. At the same time, there was a "clang" sound.
What a hot-tempered old man, Gu Mengran complained in his heart.
More than ten seconds later, the intercom rang again, and the speaker became another shivering man with a silly voice: "Are you really coming from downstream? Is anyone on your boat having a fever or a rash?"
really.
Gu Mengran pretended to be surprised and asked, "What happened? Why do you have a fever and a rash?"
"Don't play dumb with me!" The grumpy old man's voice sounded again: "Coming from downstream, how could you not know what happened? Just answer honestly when I ask you."
Gu Mengran chuckled, "We were on our way at full speed, so we didn't really pay much attention. Fever and rash... Oh! Are you talking about the chickenpox?"
The other party paused and said, "Tell me more about it."
There was no need to lie about this part, so Gu Mengran told the truth:
"When we were almost at Lingjiang Port, there were suddenly a lot of dead fish on the river. We didn't know what was going on, so we continued to go upstream. Unexpectedly, we met a group of people blocking our boat at Lingjiang Port. They had a lot of blisters with chickenpox on their bodies, which were very exaggerated and scary."
"And then?" The grumpy old man asked again, "How did you get here?"
Gu Mengran: "They rushed over. The blisters on their bodies were too scary. We didn't dare to stay and get in close contact with them. You should be able to see it, right? There are several holes on our hull, all caused by the collision."
The other party did not respond and asked directly: "Are you sure you didn't come into contact with them? No one on your ship has a fever or rash?"
The only infected person has recovered. Gu Mengran said calmly, "No."
"It's not up to you to decide whether it happens or not. Please cooperate. Right now, call out all the people on your two ships and have them stand on the deck so we can check them." The grumpy old man said in a deep voice.
Gu Mengran took a deep breath and said patiently, "It's raining so hard, and we have elderly people on the boat. How about... you come aboard to check?"
"Come on, wait, I—"
"Brother Duan!"
The other side was quiet again. This time, they waited for a long time, so long that Gu Mengran thought there would be no follow-up. The intercom rang again, and the grumpy old man calmed down a lot. He made arrangements in an orderly manner: "Listen, from now on, no one on your two ships is allowed to disembark."
"Whether you are passing through Fengjin Lake or planning to stay here for a long time, you must now isolate yourself on the ship for seven days. If anyone has a high fever or a rash on the body, notify us immediately."
Gu Mengran raised his eyebrows, "What do I need to tell you about?"
"You only know how to ask these meaningless questions? What else can we do after notifying you? Of course, we can find you medicine and doctors!"
After these words were spoken, Gu Mengran suddenly felt a little confused.
What does this mean? Hospitable and enthusiastic villagers?
Before he could figure it out, the grumpy old man started to speak again: "Hey, throw down a rope now. We brought medicine to prevent the virus. Everyone should take some. And what, how many people are there on your ship? Are you short of food and supplies? Come on, speak up!"
Gu Mengran was a little confused by his dense words. It took him a while to react and asked tentatively: "Who doesn't need food? Don't you need food?"
"You have no time to take care of yourself and yet you still have time to worry about others? Stop talking nonsense and throw down a rope." The grumpy old man was very impatient, but his tone was filled with a barely perceptible sense of pride.
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Ten minutes later, the two wet men returned to the cab carrying half a bag of wet supplies. They placed the solid supplies at the door of the cab, turned around and left without saying a word, leaving the old man and Liang Zhao with a confused look on their faces.
His skin was almost swollen by the rain. After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Gu Mengran walked back into the cab. His grandfather and Liang Zhao were squatting next to the half bag of supplies, studying what was inside the plastic bag through the plastic bag.
His hair was still dripping with water. Gu Mengran wiped his hair with a towel and raised his chin towards his curious grandfather, "If you're curious, open it and take a look."
The speedboat made quite a noise when it approached, and the old man and Liang Zhao also heard it. However, they didn't know what happened exactly, and before they could go out to check the situation, two people brought back half a bag of supplies, which confused them.
The transparent plastic bag was packed tightly with three layers inside and three layers outside, like a bloated balloon. It was impossible to tell what was inside the bag from the outside. However, the unique packaging method confirmed that these were not their own supplies.
After looking for a long time without any clue, the old man looked up and glared at Gu Mengran, "Why don't you tell me what's going on?"
Gu Mengran smiled and recounted word for word the conversation he had just had with his grumpy brother to his grandfather and Liang Zhao.
From the earthquake to now, they have been the ones who have been taking out supplies and receiving loving supplies from others. This is the first time that a young lady has married into a sedan chair.
The old man was stunned. It took him a long while to come back to his senses. He stared at the bag of supplies and muttered, "What does this mean? Sending us medicine and supplies for no reason? Is this a scam?"
"Probably not." Gu Mengran shook his head and said, "That person spoke very aggressively. He didn't deliberately say anything like he wanted to help us. It felt... like..."
He had a vague guess, but couldn't say it. At this time, Liang Zhao took the initiative to take over what Gu Mengran had not finished saying, and analyzed slowly: "I think this place may be safer than we thought."
"They should have enough food and drink, and have a relatively stable residence. They also know about viruses like chickenpox, so they asked us where we came from. When they heard that we came from downstream, they were very nervous, probably because they were worried that we would carry the virus around and spread it."
The old man couldn't help but ask, "What does this have to do with delivering supplies?"
Liang Zhao smiled and explained patiently: "It's raining heavily now. Who wants to run around when they have food and drink? The purpose of sending supplies is to stabilize us. At the same time, they are also telling us that if we follow the arrangements, we won't go hungry. Yes, they are asserting their sovereignty."
"hiss."
The old man took a deep breath and smacked his lips, "The city is full of tricks. Is there so much to do when sending half a bag of supplies? What should we do now? Should we return the supplies to them?"
Gu Mengran shook his head: "No, asserting sovereignty is not necessarily a bad thing."
"Since they are not going to chase us away, then we can stay here peacefully and be quarantined for seven days first. If they have no ill intentions, being their lackey is not a bad choice."
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