The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 65 Dad, you don't have to risk your life now. We have a lot of good equipment.
Shen Le stared at the small kerosene lamp on the table - or rather, the scattered parts of the small kerosene lamp, feeling helpless.

He is not good at education!
Especially not good at educating children!

And it's just a little kerosene lamp that can't talk to you or convey your consciousness, it can only pour memories into your brain one by one.

Not to mention, the little kerosene lamp was disassembled and placed on the table piece by piece. Even if you said to it, "If you agree, we will flash once, if you disagree, we will flash twice," it would not flash!
Without doing any of the parts, there was no way to proceed to the next step. Shen Le went to sleep in a daze. Just as he fell asleep, a white light flashed before his eyes. It turned out that the power supply had been restored. He had to get up and rub his eyes to turn off the light:

"Well, you finally stopped making trouble? Don't make trouble again in the future... Be good!"

When I woke up, the mountain was shrouded in mist and there were big dewdrops on the grass leaves. Then an electric car came up the mountain with a hum of the beep, breaking through the morning mist.

In the small village, doors opened one by one, and old people walked out slowly and greeted the newcomers:

"Lao Xiang, are you here?"

"National Day, coming?"

"Why so early?"

"Yes, Dad!" Last night, the electrician Xiang Yang rushed over and rushed out of the room with a pair of dark circles under his eyes:
"I'm here for you! You came here so early, it's not even day yet. It's not safe for you to ride a bike on the mountain road!"

"Haha, what's the point of you coming here?" The man who jumped off the electric bike was wearing a bamboo rattan electrician's hat, with strands of gray hair showing underneath.

He raised his face to greet the sparse sunlight. His bronzed face was marked with deep grooves carved by the years.

According to Xiangyang's age, he is only in his fifties, but he looks like he is in his sixties.

He unloaded a half-worn dark green canvas bag with the words "Chuzhou Power Supply Bureau" printed on it from the back seat of the electric vehicle, threw it over his shoulder, and strode over:
"I'm the one who pulled all the electricity in this village, inside and outside. I know where every one of them is. If I can't see it, how can you tell?"

"Dad! We have modern equipment now! If your old instruments can't detect it, my equipment may be able to detect it!"

"Haha! Then you give it a try! Let's go one end each and check the middle to see who can find the problem first!"

The old electrician smiled at Guoqing and walked towards the transformer at the west end of the village. As he walked, he opened his canvas bag and took out a pair of half-worn pole climbing foot buckles.

That thing was more like two flat wooden boards with ropes tied at both ends than a foot buckle.

The old electrician leaned the wooden board against the electric pole, hooked the rope, swung it, and stepped on it. He leaned, hooked, and swung another wooden board, climbing higher and higher:

"What are you standing there for? Just do your thing!"

"Dad, you use this." Xiangyang quickened his pace and followed, opening his toolkit.

He flipped through the book and took out a pair of shiny pole climbing buckles, and handed them to his father:
"This one is light and easy to use. Can you give me yours?"

The pole climbing foot buckle in Xiangyang's hand is more than twice as good-looking as the pair used by the old electrician. It is made of seamless steel pipe, with bright and dazzling electroplating layer, and looks light;
The front half circle of the buckle and the place where it connects to the pedal are covered with thick rubber anti-skid pads, which fit the pole tightly and are obviously more stable than the triangular teeth.
The foot pedal is specially designed with five hollow and raised anti-slip grooves, connected to a high-strength foot buckle strap, which is strong and wear-resistant. Just tighten the strap to firmly fix your foot on it.

Xiangyang showed his father the pair of anklets, took off the tool bag from his shoulder with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to pick up the strap of his father's canvas bag. But the old electrician shook his head and smiled, blocking his son's hand:
"You use yours. This board is good, flat and stable. You may not be able to use these old tools, right?"

He threw a hemp rope around the pole and tied it around his waist, then moved the wooden planks up, climbing higher and higher. When he got close to the top, he took out various tools and checked them one by one:
"no problem……"

“That’s fine too…” “That’s still fine…”

While Shen Le was having breakfast, the father and son were checking the circuits everywhere in the village;
After working in the mountains and coming back for dinner, the father and son were still busy.

The son's camouflage vest was completely wet. The old father took off his bamboo and rattan electrician's hat and fanned himself with it, his wet hair flattened on his forehead.

On the ear, an electric pen was taken off and clamped on, clamped on and off again, and the base of the ear was rubbed red:
"I don't believe there's no problem! If there's no problem in the village, then there must be something wrong with the circuit outside! I'm going to go take a look!"

"Dad! It's so late!" Xiang Yang grabbed his father desperately:
"It's almost dark! It's very dangerous for you to go up the mountain to patrol the line now!"

"Just watch the power go out over and over again?" Xiang Guoqing shook off his son's hand.

The wrinkles on the old electrician's face were deep, as if every power outage and every complaint from the villagers were engraved in these wrinkles:

"It's okay at normal times, it happens once a year or so, so let's just bear with it. But right now, when the experts are here, the power has gone out twice in two days! No, we have to find out the problem!"

The old man put on his electrician's hat, picked up a bamboo stick, and walked out at a brisk pace. Xiangyang couldn't persuade him, so he jumped up and hugged his father's arm:

"Dad! You don't have to go! You don't have to climb the mountain at night! Now there's something new! Let me show you something new!"

He dragged his father, step by step, back to the eaves. He turned around quickly, bent down, opened the suitcase, and assembled something:
"Look! A drone specially designed for line inspection! Now we can use this to inspect the lines, without having to climb the mountain manually!"

"What can this thing see clearly?"

Xiang Guoqing was still puzzled when he saw his son skillfully operate it a few times. The drone, which was half the size of a table, started to rise steadily with all four rotors moving.

On the screen of the instrument in Xiangyang's hand, images of transformers and electric poles have appeared, gradually approaching and moving forward.

Each wire, the details of its connection to the poles, and even the nuts and screws at the line hanging points are all clearly visible.

"Dad, look, this is very clear!"

Xiangyang pointed to his father confidently. The old electrician stared at the scene on the screen for a long time, then turned his head and covered his face with his rough hands:

“That’s great, that’s great…”

His voice soon became choked with sobs. Xiangyang's smile also disappeared, and he lowered his head and stood solemnly:

In the early years, all the work was done by manual patrol. When checking for tree obstacles, we had to climb all kinds of cliffs and wade through all kinds of ditches.

At that time, every one or two years, you could hear news of the death of a lineman in the power system:
Some fell off cliffs, some were washed away by floods, some were stung to death by wild bees, and even earlier, some were bitten to death by wild wolves...

Now, it’s great to be able to drive along the highway and then fly a drone to see it…

Shen Le stayed by the side, holding the parts of the small oil lamp and wiping them gently.

Seeing his fellow students talking to each other, saying, "This drone is great, let's borrow it to take some photos of our house," Shen Le quietly stepped back and stroked the base of the small oil lamp:
"Be good and don't be in a bad mood today. Look, they are already working very hard to carry out the maintenance..."

(End of this chapter)