Chapter 439 Pencil map of the sea area on the seafood collection ship
As I approached the seafood collection ship, I felt its massive momentum more and more. Compared with the 24-meter steel tugboats such as Ziqiang and Boqiang, although it was only about 10 meters longer, it was also wider than the 24-meter ship, so it looked much more majestic overall.
There should have been the words "Qingwei Group" on the hull, but now there are traces of repainted paint. It is obvious that Wei Pan erased the original words after buying it.
Now there are two words written on the hull: CLIMB.
This is easy to understand. Wei Pan’s name contains the Chinese character “攀” (climb), so he named his boat “攀登” (climb).
It was not until he got on the fresh-food boat that Liang Ziqiang realized that Wei Pan might have really made a fortune.
Perhaps the Qingwei Group did a good job of maintaining these ships. In any case, Liang Ziqiang and Wei Pan checked the ship inside and out from bow to stern and found that all the machines were not too old.
Wei Pan asked his crew members to introduce some important parts to Liang Ziqiang, especially that the fresh-catch ship is divided into several different low-temperature compartments, which compartments are used to preserve the fish for a short time by cooling the seawater, and which compartments are used to preserve the fish for a long time by freezing.
When they came across something that could be demonstrated, the crew also demonstrated some switches to him.
After reading all this, I went back into the cab.
The captain had already disembarked and returned to Wei Pan's purchasing point, but was also called over by Wei Pan. At this moment, the captain explained to Liang Ziqiang for a while, such as how to operate such a large ship in a more fuel-efficient way, and how to drive the boat when approaching the fishermen's small fishing boats to collect fresh fish.
After listening for a while, Liang Ziqiang looked up and suddenly saw a picture on a table next to the driver's seat.
It was not one of those standard color pictures printed in later generations, but was actually drawn with pencil.
The drawing is not beautiful, and it is not neat or standard at all, but the general directions of the ocean and some well-known islands are clearly marked.
"You also drew the picture yourself?" Liang Ziqiang asked with a smile.
"What are you talking about? That's not what we drew. Recently we have been going to the shallow sea to collect fish, and occasionally to the deep sea. If we encounter a steel ship without a refrigerated compartment, we will collect fish if there is one. But basically we don't go to many deep sea places, so how could we draw a map so quickly?" The captain replied to Liang Ziqiang.
"Is that so? So that's what was originally on the ship?"
Liang Ziqiang estimated that this blueprint must have been drawn by the crew members under Dai Qingfu in the past. After all, the freshwater collection ship of Qingwei Group has been operating in the deep sea for five or six years, which is definitely much longer than Liang Ziqiang's time in the deep sea.
Apart from smuggling at night, these crew members also go out to sea seriously during the day, taking turns.
After staying in the deep sea for a long time, some crew members may draw and mark the various areas of the sea with lines based on their experience.
"Boss Wei, do you have paper and pen in your shop? These are maps of the deep sea in our area drawn by old sailors based on their experience. I think they can serve as a reference for daily deep-sea fishing. If you have a pen, I would like to imitate them and draw them down. Maybe they can be used on the boat." Liang Ziqiang turned his head and asked Wei Pan.
"You copied this? It doesn't look complete. I probably just went to some sea areas and pieced it together according to my memory." Wei Pan didn't think such a crude thing was very useful. "If you really think it's useful, why don't you just take it? Why bother to draw it? I usually only collect fresh food, not fish. This thing is useless on the boat. I'll probably just throw it away after a while!"
After hearing what he said, Liang Ziqiang thought about it and realized that it would take too much time to draw a copy today, so he laughed and said:
"That's fine. Thank you in advance. I'll take it back and paint it. I'll bring it back to you when I'm done!"
After watching for a while on the fresh-harvesting boat, Liang Ziqiang got off the boat with his father.
After saying goodbye to Wei Pan, he sailed back to Changwang Village with his father-in-law and uncle.
As soon as I got home, I saw my son squatting on the ground playing alone.
Liang Ziqiang saw it from a distance and thought, this is great, he can learn from Xiao Hai, now there is someone at home who can play with pinching ants all day long.
As we got closer, we found that Liang Jingcheng was not playing with ants at all. He did not even give way to his father when he saw him coming. He was right in the middle of the road, holding a piece of chalk and randomly drawing on the ground. He had already drawn a large area of confusing lines!
Needless to say, this chalk must have been played by Xiaohai at Lu Guangcai's house, and then it was given to him by Mr. Lu's family, and he then gave it to Liang Jingcheng to play with.
In another three months, Liang Jingcheng will be almost two years old. He can hold the chalk and draw, but as for what he draws on the ground, only he knows.
"Cheng Cheng, what are you drawing?" Liang Ziqiang stopped and asked his son.
Liang's father and Chen Dagang were also carrying empty buckets and stopped to tease him. Unexpectedly, the boy only looked up at them and said, "Drawing!"
He lowered his head again, stuck out his butt, and continued to concentrate on completing his creation.
Liang Ziqiang didn't want to disturb his fun, so he put the bucket and other things beside the house and prepared to go back inside, but he saw his wife walking out of the house in a hurry with a sullen look on her face.
Liang Ziqiang was a little curious. He rarely saw his wife in this state. It seemed that not many things could make her angry?
When Chen Xiangbei saw him coming back, she said angrily, "It's time to discipline your bastard son!"
As he said this, he walked to the open space outside the door and picked up Liang Jingcheng, who was in the middle of painting.
Liang Jingcheng was hanging in the air, dancing with his limbs wildly, screaming: "Mom, let me draw! Let me draw!"
"You're still drawing! Why don't you do something else to play instead of drawing everywhere!" Chen Xiangbei tried to grab the chalk from his hand.
Liang Ziqiang was a little puzzled. What happened to his wife today? Did she suddenly get angry? Usually he would keep a stern face, and Chen Xiangbei would protect him and not let him say anything about Liang Jingcheng. But today, she was the other way around. Liang Ziqiang quickly stepped forward and put Chengcheng on the ground, and advised his wife: "It's just an empty lot. You can just draw on it and sweep it with a big broom later. Or you don't even need to sweep it. It will be washed away by the next rain and nothing will be there! Why are you so angry about such a small thing?"
Liang Jingcheng stood firmly on the ground and was about to squat down to paint again.
Chen Xiangbei pulled her son up and said to Liang Ziqiang, "You'll know when you come in and see for yourself!"
Liang Ziqiang followed him in, and as soon as he entered the main hall, he suddenly realized that he was not returning home, but entering Dunhuang.
The brick walls on both sides of the main hall were covered with all kinds of messy chalk lines in different colors. Anyway, as long as Liang Jingcheng was tall enough to reach, all the places were damaged.
The decoration style of the entire main hall has changed from the plain red brick style to the Mogao Grottoes style...
Liang Ziqiang's face darkened, and he couldn't help but scold him: "Cheng Cheng, you can paint on the open space outside the door, but you can't paint on the wall. If you do it again, your mother and I will beat you up!"
He turned around and coaxed his wife:
"It's just the wall. Go get a wet towel and wipe it. There's so much of it, it's a bit strenuous, but you can finish it if you spend some time. Just say a few words, there's no need to get angry about such a small thing!"
Unexpectedly, Chen Xiangbei glared at him, pulled Liang Jingcheng and continued to walk into the house.
As soon as he walked into his bedroom, Liang Ziqiang realized that it was time for his eyes to be truly opened.
In the bedroom, the wardrobe, wooden boxes, drawers, and chairs were all slashed with colorful chalks, leaving no place unscathed.
The most irritating thing is the bed.
It was a good bed, not to mention the head, foot and sides of the bed, which were all covered with chalk lines. Even the sheets and quilt were scratched, and there were still a few pieces of chalk left on the bed...
"I just went out to plant some vegetables, and when I came home it turned out like this!" Chen Xiangbei was so angry that her temples were throbbing and her face turned red. This was the only time she didn't blush because of embarrassment, but because she was angry with her son...
"Tell me if I'm angry or not. I can't even sleep on this bed!" Chen Xiangbei said gritting her teeth.
"Why did you say so much to this bastard? He deserves a beating!" This time Liang Ziqiang stopped trying to persuade him and just wanted to roll up his sleeves and beat the kid.
Unexpectedly, before he raised his hand, he saw Liang Jingcheng already making up for it.
He moved closer to the bed, rubbing his body towards the chalk line on the bed, and then rubbing his body back.
This is like using your body as a blackboard eraser to erase those lines...
"Mom, Cheng Cheng, wipe it, wipe it!"
Liang Jingcheng blinked his eyes, and even looked forward to being praised.
"That's great! I have one more set of clothes to wash!"
Chen Xiangbei stamped her feet, accepting her fate...
(End of this chapter)
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