Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 1147 Bathing
There is no bathroom in the customs room - it will be used as an office in the future.However, there are public bathrooms with showers on the first floor-to keep civil servants clean in subtropical regions, public bathrooms are indispensable.

Zhong Xiaoying took a rattan clothes basket made by Lingao Carpentry Factory, which contained a change of clothes and soap, and led Cretia down the stairs quietly.The corridor was dark, but the moonlight outside the window was bright enough for them to see the road clearly.

Zhong Xiaoying took her to the two doors, opened one of the doors painted with flowers, and took out a pack of "Australian fire" from her chest - a match. gas lamp.

The light from the gas lamp was very bright, and Cretia looked at this "public bathroom" curiously.There is a row of wooden shelves with grids on one side of the wall, and each wooden shelf has a rattan basket for clothes.On the other side is a wooden bench.

"Come on, take off your clothes here." Zhong Xiaoying said.

"Is it suitable here?" Although Kretia was fooled into the bathroom by Zhong Xiaoying, she still felt unsafe—she took a few showers in Batavia, all in the bedroom of the Governor's Mansion in the castle. Did not take a bath in such an open place.

"It doesn't matter." Zhong Xiaoying knew that the front and rear doors of the customs building were locked after nightfall, and there were soldiers and military dogs on guard.The bathroom had windows, but they opened high and were covered with wooden shutters and wire mesh.

Although in front of the same sex, taking off her dress still made Cretia a little shy.She took off her corset, but still wore a close-fitting petticoat.Fortunately, Zhong Xiaoying did not "treat each other honestly", but wore a nightgown.

"Come on." She whispered, "Let's take it easy, everyone is asleep."

Cretia's cheeks were hot——she felt her heart pounding and felt ambiguous.For a moment she even wondered if she should follow her to the bathroom.

The bathroom inside was small, with more than a dozen cubicles along the wall that were open on one side.The walls and floors are tiled, and there are gutters on the floor.There are also some wooden benches for scrubbing along the walls.It is used every day, so there are still water spots on the ground.

"Come on, take off your clothes and wash them first." Zhong Xiaoying handed her the small rattan basket in her hand,

"This is a towel, this is soap, with lavender essential oil added, it is a special offering for the elders, and this glass bottle is filled with shampoo, which also smells of lavender. Hair is soft and clean after washing." Zhong Xiaoying looked at her curly blonde hair, "Your hair is so beautiful!"

"Your long black hair is also pretty." Cretia said without taking off her clothes hesitantly.

Zhong Xiaoying knew that she was embarrassed, so she turned around and said, "I'll wait for you here, come and sit down after you rinse and I'll wipe your back for you."

Cretia blushed, took off her petticoat like a thief, quickly hid in the compartment, turned on the tap, and hurriedly washed it.

She washed it several times in a row, before she bit the bullet and lay down on the wooden stool in front of Zhong Xiaoying, and Zhong Xiaoying scrubbed her up.

"It's a loofah, it hurts a bit."

"It's okay, I can bear it." Cretia said softly.

Zhong Xiaoying washed and rubbed with a loofah, soaped and rinsed with water, finally scrubbing away the years of dirt on Cretia's body, and her whole body was rubbed red.Kretia's body tensed and relaxed from time to time under the alternating rubbing of loofah and soap.Her face was flushed, her eyes were closed tightly, and her teeth were clenched tightly, allowing her to fiddle with it.However, from time to time, I couldn't help but let out the sound of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhh".

It wasn't until another ladle of clear water rushed onto her body that she heard Zhong Xiaoying's slightly tired voice: "Okay, get up."

Cretia sat up quickly, her blond hair was wetly hanging on her chest, her cheeks were flushed, and her big blue eyes were misty, as if covered with a layer of water vapor.The lips are as delicate and beautiful as blood, and the bumpy body is white and rosy. Zhong Xiaoying felt stunned when she saw it, her throat felt dry for a while, and she quickly looked away.

Zhong Xiaoying secretly felt that it was a pity, although the Caucasian woman had blue eyes, blond hair, and snow-white complexion, compared with the Han woman, she had a different charm.But the skin feels rough to the touch, and there seem to be many bumps on it.After washing off the sweat and dirt all over her body, there was a faint foxy smell - even lavender soap couldn't hide it.

"Okay, let's go get dressed." Zhong Xiaoying pretended to be calm and helped her up, when a piece of soap slipped out of her hand, and she quickly bent down to pick it up.In a hurry, his feet slipped again, and he felt his cheeks being squeezed tightly by a strong and elastic object, and his face blushed involuntarily.

He hurriedly stood up, but saw that Cretia was also full of shame, and the two went to the locker room without exchanging a word.

With the help of Zhong Xiaoying, Cretia changed into clothes.These were specially selected by Zhong Xiaoying, and they were all new clothes bought for her by Dr. Zhong.Both of them are about the same height, short, fat and thin, but Cretia's figure is plump and somewhat tighter than Zhong Xiaoying's.

Some of the clothes Cretia had never seen before—she had never worn a bra.While helping her dress, Zhong Xiaoying taught her how to do it: first let her lean forward, put her breasts into the cup and then help her buckle them up, and adjust the shoulder straps.During the period, she touched some delicate and sensitive skin, and Cretia couldn't help panting a few times.

Early the next morning, Dr. Zhong woke up early, but found that his daughter, who had always been up earlier than himself, was still asleep. He washed himself and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. He met Westley in the corridor.

"Morning, Westley."

"Morning, Dr. Chung." Westley said, "Miss Chung has gone to the kitchen?"

"She is still resting, maybe these days are too hard." Zhong Lishi said.

"Oh, Cretia is sleeping too," said Westley. "Let's go to the construction site after breakfast."

At this time, less than 300 meters away from the customs, there was a small prefabricated wooden building. There were sentries standing guard at the door of the small building, but no sign was hung.The shutters on the glass windows of this small building are always closed, and there are always lights in the gaps in the windows every night.

This is the Kaohsiung office of the Political Security Bureau and the Kaohsiung office of the Foreign Intelligence Service.The small buildings of the two institutions occupy half, with the stairs in the middle.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, the port whistle sounded, and the staff in the office building were working intensively - the work of these two departments was partly day and night.The engine operation is running, and Zheng Zhilong's movements in the Taiwan Strait must be monitored at all times.A large amount of information and materials poured in, making everyone very busy.

Permission came out of the office—he had been stationed here since D-Day in Kaohsiung as a full-time naval intelligence officer for the Foreign Intelligence Service.The biggest and most dangerous enemy at sea: both the Dutch and Zheng Zhilong are operating in the Taiwan Strait, and the Navy urgently needs to collect intelligence on their activities.Xu Xu came to Kaohsiung with this task in mind.

He had worked all night to read intelligence from all over the coast of Fujian in order to provide weekly intelligence judgments to the Senate and the Military Command, First and Second Fleets.This is a matter of great responsibility.Licensing had to pull up all the energy to do it.Agents of the Intelligence Bureau were scattered throughout Zheng Zhilong's main areas of activity, gathering information on the circulation of trade goods, recruitment of troops, and shipbuilding.Report the daily dynamics of ships in the port.

Judging from the current situation, Zheng Zhilong has not changed anything.When he was thinking about how to write the report, a guard in the corridor stopped him: "Chief, there is a sailor at the door who wants to see you. He said he came from the headquarters of the First Fleet to deliver a letter to you. This is his order." documents."

"No need, I'll go to the hall." Xu Xu wanted to breathe fresh air, and let the smoke in his office disperse by the way.

In the foyer, a second-class navy soldier was waiting here. When he saw an unknown chief approaching, he immediately stood at attention and saluted.

The guard introduced: "This is the head of Licensing."

"Second Class Soldier, what do you need from me?" Xu Xu asked.

The courier conveyed the written order of Ming Qiu, the People's Commissar of the Navy: Let the permission go to the First Fleet Command immediately.

"You go back and report, and I'll be right there." Xu Xu sent the messenger away, secretly surprised.Mingqiu can just make a phone call if there is anything to do, why send someone to deliver a message?

Doubts are doubts, although he is now working in the Foreign Intelligence Service, but the establishment is still in the Navy.Ming Qiu is the out-and-out head of the department.

He hurried to the bathroom to wash up.When I got back to the office and was about to put on a cool cotton-linen blended shirt, I suddenly remembered that I was going to meet the leader of the navy. I opened the closet again and took out the tropical navy captain uniform.He has not worn a military uniform for a long time since he was sent to the Foreign Intelligence Service.

The headquarters of the First Fleet is located in an ordinary barracks at the Qijin base.A female sergeant major of the Naturalized People's Navy wearing the symbol of the clerical service was already waiting for him at the door: "Captain, I will take you up, please follow me."

In order to cultivate the spirit of unity, within the army, whether it is a veteran or a naturalized citizen, they call each other by military rank or position in formal occasions.Here, the distinction between chief ministers and naturalized people does not exist.

Before coming to the commissioner's office, the sergeant major said: "Captain, you can go in directly. Comrade People's Commissar is waiting for you."

"Thank you." Li Ke replied politely.

Facing the door, Xu Xu tidied up his attire, then knocked on the door.

"Come in." The owner of the office said.

"The report committee member, with the permission of the navy captain, is ordered to report for duty."

Ming Qiu sat on the chair and looked up.He was wearing a tropical navy uniform, with nothing on it except the symbols of the service and the military rank, looking clean and neat.

(End of this chapter)