Looking at the neatly arranged quilts, Jiang Jun asked a question.
"How often can we wash our quilt?"
It is said that the training intensity will become greater and greater in the future, and sweating will increase more and more. The water supply per person in the barracks is limited every day, making it difficult to wash clothes, and it seems that washing quilts is even more impossible.
The longer the cotton wool is used, the harder it becomes, and the easier it is to stack tofu blocks.
The quilt cover must be very dirty.
The camp's location, though grassland, wasn't a plain; it was a rolling hilly landscape. The visible range in two directions was over ten kilometers. In other words, the soldiers could spot a blade of grass swaying in the wind more than ten kilometers away.
It is almost June now and it has not rained much. There is not much grass on the so-called prairie, and you can see the horizon along the loess.
The wind blowing from the horizon brought with it dust.
After training every day, there is always a circle of sweat mixed with dust stains on the collar of the shirt, which is unbearable for the female soldiers who love cleanliness and beauty.
If water resources were not limited and each person had a daily water quota, they would have wanted to take a bath and change clothes every day.
"I heard from the cooks that there's a river less than five miles from the barracks," said one cook, a fellow villager of Liu Chun. He was very enthusiastic while serving her food and always wanted to talk to her more: "The male soldiers go to the river to wash clothes every few days."
Someone immediately asked, "What about the female soldiers? Can they also go to the river to wash clothes?"
He Xiangdong exclaimed, "It would be great if there was water. We can go to the river together to wash clothes. I wonder if the water is clean and if we can wash our hair there."
Jiang Jun thought it was impractical: "We don't even have free time, and you still want to go to the river?"
He Xiangdong thought about it and nodded: "Or, I'll sign up to join the team going to the river to fetch water." He suddenly had an idea: "Aren't we supposed to take turns cleaning the house? We can also take turns going to the river to wash clothes. Four people can go at a time, and those who go can help those who don't go."
Washing one piece is the same as washing ten pieces. Going to the river, you can also wash your feet, hair, etc., killing two birds with one stone.
There is a water pipe next to the canteen. During the dry season when there is little water, it is almost impossible to pump water, and we have to rely on manual labor to fetch water from the river.
There are many new recruits in this batch, and the consumption of all supplies has increased. It is far from enough to supply the daily water needs by relying on the few soldiers in the logistics kitchen to fetch water during their spare time while cooking.
Tan Lujin and Guo Heping discussed it and decided to use the time outside of daily training to build a water reservoir, and also send six new recruits to fetch water every day.
This is what He Xiangdong meant by the water-fetching team.
Jiang Jun heard this and said, "What a great idea! I think we can all go, or we can take turns with the first shift, with them going on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and the second shift going on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday."
When you are in company, you don’t have to be afraid of wolves or strangers.
Maybe if you follow the water source, you can meet some herdsmen by the river and ask them about the situation around the grassland.
The female soldiers from squad 1 returned to the dormitory. Seeing them talking animatedly, Wang Aiping came over and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Jiang Jun jumped up and called out to Mo Xiaohui, "Squad Leader, I have something to discuss with you."
It would be better to let Mo Xiaohui go and ask about the application to go to the river to wash clothes. The company commander has a prejudice against her as the second squad leader, and if she goes to ask, there is a high possibility that her application will be rejected.
Mo Xiaohui thought they were discussing exchanging practice time: "How was your practice in the dormitory just now?"
"That's great." Jiang Jun smiled, then told him his plan again and asked, "Do you think this idea of mine is feasible?"
Whenever she met Jiang Jun face to face, Mo Xiaohui felt like her brain would short-circuit, and she didn't want to stand with Jiang Jun to discuss problems at all.
The question about half an hour first and then an hour just now confused everyone. When they went out to the yard, the female soldiers in Class 1 protested that they had no time to practice at all. If they failed the housekeeping inspection in the morning, the whole class would be punished.
The group of people grumbled for a long time, and when they heard laughter coming from the dormitory, they all stretched their necks and wanted to run back to the dormitory to see what was going on.
Mo Xiaohui lowered her head: "Let me think about it. Can we discuss it tomorrow?"
Jiang Jun asked in surprise, "Do we have to wait until tomorrow?"
This question is so simple. If it's okay, then it's okay. If it's not, then it's not okay. Why bother mulling it over all night? If you have any doubts, can't you just speak them out right here?
Mo Xiaohui had to look up at Jiang Jun and organize her words in her head: "We are new recruits. It's best not to actively bring up any ideas. It's better to wait for the company commander to make arrangements."
Jiang Jun's eyes widened. "The company commander isn't a woman, the instructor isn't a woman, and even the medical medics are men! How can our bodies compare to those male soldiers? If we accidentally get our clothes dirty during our period, how can we wash them clean with so little water in the yard?"
The times were different, living conditions were simple, and sanitary products were extremely basic. As soon as the two of them were appointed squad leaders, female soldiers immediately came to them to ask about their menstrual problems. The female squad leaders were the greatest support for these female soldiers. If the two of them did not act as spokespersons for everyone, who else would consider the needs of the female soldiers?
The company commander has a black-faced Bao Gong and looks very unkind.
Although the instructor seems easy to talk to, he won't take the initiative to talk to them about his personal matters, right?
Mo Xiaohui hesitated for a moment: "Is that so? Then I'll think about how to report this to my superiors."
Jiang Jun rolled his eyes secretly: "Do you want to write something? If so, then go ahead and write. My handwriting is ugly."
Jiang Yun is not being modest when his handwriting is ugly.
After seeing Chen Yuanwu's handwriting, Jiang Jun felt that his own handwriting was truly inferior. Especially since he was used to using voice-activated input in his previous life, when he picked up a pen to write again, he knew many characters, but couldn't write them when he wanted to. Even when he finally managed to write, the strokes were incorrect.
Mo Xiaohui really wanted to retort that your handwriting is not ugly at all, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back in time.
When they heard the wake-up call in the morning, everyone hurriedly got dressed and ran out. Mo Xiaohui deliberately ran last and went under Jiang Yun's mattress. She found a piece of paper. It was a letter of apology written in pencil by Jiang Yun.
The light was very dim at the time and the words on the paper could not be seen clearly, so Mo Xiaohui put the paper in her pocket.
She managed to secretly read it during the day, but she hasn't found a chance to put it back yet.
The handwriting in the apology wasn't ugly; it could even be said to be somewhat handsome, just like the face before me. There were a few typos and inappropriate wording, like the freckles on this face...
Mo Xiaohui shook her head vigorously.
Jiang Jun's forehead was brow-beaten. "If you don't want to write, then don't write. Why are you trying so hard?"
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