The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 64: How should I discipline this naughty kid Xiao Youdeng? !
Check the transformer, check the lines, and check each household's circuit one by one.

Record the electrical loads of each household, add them all up, and calculate the total load;
Check if there are any private wires, random circuit connections, or leakages...

Xiangyang felt very embarrassed because he had assured everyone that "there was no problem" last time, but the power went out for no reason after just one day. This time, he was very alert and checked every household very carefully:

"No problem... No problem... There's no problem with this one either... What's the problem?"

He couldn't see what was wrong, and Shen Le couldn't see it either. However, Shen Le was better than him in one aspect:

He opened his spiritual eyes and stared at the small oil lamp that had been disassembled into pieces on the table, frowning slightly.

Even if everything was disassembled, it couldn't stop the silvery-white aura from floating above the oil lamp. In fact, because every component was disassembled, the crackling and flashing of lightning were particularly bright:
"is it you?"

Shen Le stretched out his fingers and gently stroked it, from the freshly cleaned glass lampshade to the protective frame outside the lampshade;

From the carrying ring on the top of the lampshade, touch the burner at the bottom of the kerosene lamp.

Wherever I pass, I feel a tingling sensation, which keeps beating:

"Did you trip the power? You are so naughty!"

The silver-white aura jumped suddenly. Shen Le's whole body felt numb, and everything in front of him went dark.

At this moment, he even suspected that he had been electrocuted, or even electrocuted to death.

Fortunately, it didn't. The small oil lamp only brought him another memory, a memory in which everyone around him was smiling and happy:

"The phone is ringing! The phone is ringing!"

Dim lights shone neatly from each window. Under the lights, old people, children, men, and women walked into the room, then walked out of the window to look out, all with smiles on their faces:

"Finally, the electricity is back! We finally have electricity in our village!"

"From now on, we can use a water pump to pump water! No more hard work of carrying water!"

"During the autumn harvest, we can also use threshers! Every time we thresh, we use our hands, bamboo flails, or pedal threshers. After threshing, we also shed a layer of skin... Now that we have electricity, how great it is!"

The strong adults imagined the future, and the heavy burden on their shoulders was much lighter. The children ran in and out, constantly running to the lights and looking up:

“This light is so bright!”

"Yeah, it's really bright!"

"It's much brighter than a kerosene lamp! And it doesn't shake! Not at all! No need to worry about a gust of wind blowing over it and it just shakes a few times..."

The teenage girl opened her textbook and leaned under the lamp, doing her homework greedily. After finishing a page of questions, she sighed with satisfaction:

"Besides, I don't have to clean the kerosene lampshade anymore! It's too troublesome to clean the lampshade..."

Shen Le stood quietly aside and sighed softly. In his eyes, the light bulb was not bright at all: the oldest incandescent bulb was at most 10 watts, no more.

Such a dim light would have been impossible to use for a child to do homework when he was a child - are you kidding? Even if it is an LED light, there are still things like blue light protection, eye protection, frequency, etc.!
However, in this mountain village, the villagers decades ago were already ecstatic to have a 10-watt light bulb...

He stood there silently for a long while, then turned his gaze to the oil lamp on the table.

After several decades, some rust has appeared on the oil lamp, but not much. It is obvious that it has been used carefully and wiped from time to time by its owner over the years.

However, at this time, because the wick was not lit, it looked particularly old and dim. The handle was drooping, the glass lampshade was gray, and the whole thing looked dejected.

Shen Le sighed softly, walked closer, and touched it. When his fingers touched it, the scene in front of him flowed as if it was fast-forwarded:
At the beginning, the power supply was unstable, so the lamp was taken out and lit every now and then, and was placed in the most important position. However, the electric light was on day after day, and the kerosene lamp became lonely day after day. It was moved from the most important position in the center of the table to the cabinet where spare items were placed, and then to the kitchen stove;

The dust on it accumulated little by little, and the transparent glass cover was gradually covered with dust. On the handle and the lamp base, a finger of dust was left when you wiped it casually.

The rust on it grew thicker day by day. At first, it was wiped once every three to five months. Later, it was only taken out to wipe the rust during the Spring Festival cleaning...

Shen Le touched the rust and sighed. The small oil lamp abandoned in the corner, the grievance and confusion almost solidified:

Why are you ignoring me?
Don't you like me anymore?

Are you going to abandon me?

No, no! As long as that bright thing doesn't shine, you will turn me out and light me up again!
Snapped--

There was a flash of silvery white light. The swaying incandescent light bulb above his head went out instantly.

"Oh, why is it not lighting up again? - Mother, light up the kerosene lamp!"

The flame flickered lightly, and the joy of the small oil lamp could be felt even through the lampshade.

"So, did you really do it?"

Light returned to his eyes. Shen Le sighed helplessly and touched the small oil lamp again, touching each component one by one:
"Let's stop being so angry, okay? Let's restore the power supply, okay? Look, the electricians are so busy..."

The electrician was indeed very busy. In the cool mountain breeze at night, he was busy running in and out, sweating profusely:
"This is fine... this is fine too... that doesn't make sense! I checked it yesterday!"

"All equipment is normal... the relay protection is also normal... high voltage... there is power on the high voltage side... no problem? Then I will close the circuit breaker!"

There was a soft snap.

The switch is closed.

The village was still dark.

Xiangyang jumped up and spun around:
"What's going on? Is there something I haven't checked? - No, let's try again along the route! If it doesn't work, we should call for help!"

Through the glass window, Shen Le silently covered his face, then turned around and patted the lamp holder.

"Hey! Be good! Restore the power!"

The oil lamp was silent, pretending to be dead. Shen Le gritted his teeth, and roughly assembled the oil lamp with a few clicks. While assembling it, he comforted her:
"Be good! If you listen to me, I'll take you home and wake you up every day. You can play with me however you want!"

The oil lamp continued to play dead. After a while, there was a slight snap, and the whole village was filled with light.

Xiangyang turned his head blankly.

"What did I do? ... I didn't do anything! What's the problem?"

He was worried, and so was Shen Le. The puppet was well behaved, and the inkstone was well behaved. Why did the little oil lamp start to make trouble and do bad things when it was its turn?
How should I discipline this child? !

　I think about it day by day and dream about it at night.

　　The cat dreamed last night that the oil lamp was lit, the flame was very big, and the light on it was very bright!
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(End of this chapter)