The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 69 It’s great that the child is protected by the senior soldiers (Please subscribe)
Hundred Battles Cave?

Shen Le stared at the lines in Ling's eyes, staring at the key points that the small oil lamp pointed out to him, where the white light curved and finally reached.

Starting a business is difficult and requires many battles... Could this poem, written on the wall of the cave by an ancient revolutionary, be the origin of this place?

Did the lost child run into the Hundred Battles Cave?

Little oil lamp, how did you know?
[I just know it! I just know it! I saw it!]

The silvery-white light expanded and contracted in the vision of the spiritual eye. In Shen Le's field of vision, there was a long line of silver light, stretching from the village to a hilltop, and then to another hilltop.

Shen Le looked strange, shook the oil lamp, and said silently in his heart:
"Why are you pulling the wire out for me to see?
What am I going to do with these wires?
Wait, you weren't just running around here along the power lines and happened to see that kid walking into the hole, were you?

[Hehe... That's right! That's right! ]

Silver light danced happily. Shen Le exhaled softly:
Fortunately, the small oil lamp was still very powerful. It was good to have a direction. It would be fatal to look for people aimlessly in this mountain.

Unfortunately, Shen Le didn't dare to talk about the information about the child in Baizhan Cave. First, he couldn't name a reliable source of information, and second, even if he made a firm statement, he was afraid of being questioned:

"Did you trick the child into going there? Otherwise, how would you know?"

Even if he had been working with his tutor and classmates these days and had a perfect alibi, he would still get into trouble if he was questioned like this.

He could only watch Senior Brother Xiang walking in front of him, holding the child who was leading the way, his whole body tense, walking carefully on the mountain path.

Turning one corner and then another, the child leading the way vowed, pointing to a bunch of wild flowers on the edge of the flat ground:
"Bingbing separated from us here! He said he wanted to go to that something--the--hole!"

Shen Le looked around. This small piece of flat land, probably where the villagers rested every day, had been trampled flat, with several small paths extending from the side.

One is the widest and flattest, probably leading to the nearby settlements, and the other winds downward, apparently leading to the relatively flat terraces in the mountains.

There is another one that winds upward and stretches into the vast mountains and forests. Shen Le stood on tiptoe and looked into the mountains:
Is it here?

Should we go along this road?

The destination pointed out by the small oil lamp is not in the same direction as this road...

The three roads were all frequented by villagers. Shen Le watched as several uncles bent over with their heads down, searching the ground with flashlights, and kept whispering:

"There are footprints here...there are footprints here too...Lanlan, do you know where he ran to?"

"I do not know!"

"Dog, where's the dog? Is there a dog?"

There were no dogs, or rather, no reliable dogs that could track by scent.

Several big dogs in the village smelled Bingbing's clothes, but only two of them could track him to this small flat land. These two dogs were whimpering and circling around, not knowing where to go...

"There's no other way, let's go our separate ways!"

As the sky was getting darker, the older man who led the group out to look for the child finally made up his mind. He began to count the heads:

"Old Zhu, take Old Li, Old Xu and the others and keep going forward. Remember to call and ask if the children have run to their place.
"Lao Zhang, lead the others down, take two more bamboo poles, and be careful that the children don't fall into the water.

Lao Wang, bring your people with me..."

At this point, he paused slightly, turned around and looked at Shen Le and the others, a little hesitant. Shen Le, Senior Brother Zhuang, and several other junior brothers answered in unison:
"Let's go into the mountains!"

They walked in a line, together on the narrowest and steepest path. The further they walked, the more branches there were, and the fewer people were left on each path.

As we walked, the older man reminded us:
"Be careful! Follow me! Try not to get separated! Hey, you students shouldn't go into the mountains. You don't know the way. If you get lost, we will have to find you...

Really, you should go back. You are students from the city and you are not used to walking on mountain roads. If you step on empty air, it will be bad..."

The students all smiled in response. Indeed, going out to look for someone at night is more dangerous, and there is a possibility of getting yourself killed;
But when you see a child lost in the mountains, how can you not help?

"Everyone, make your mark!" Senior Brother Zhuang Boyang raised his voice:
"Hold the strips of cloth in your hand! If you come across a fork in the road or a small road that is difficult to identify, tie it up! Write your name on each strip of cloth! -

Keep your phone on and use Amap to record the route you have taken so that you can walk back when the time comes! Don’t get lost in the mountains and have your sixty- or seventy-year-old grandpa or uncle come looking for you. That would be embarrassing!”

"understood!"

The students answered in unison.

There were more and more forks in the road, and fewer and fewer people. Finally, Shen Le finally stepped onto a fork in the road alone.

Although it was a fork in the road, it was well maintained. Under the light of the headlight, the road surface paved with large stones was clearly visible. As Shen Le walked, he suddenly became energetic:
I am somewhat familiar with this road!
I seem to have walked by!
By the way, I walked this road last night in the memories brought by the small oil lamp!
There is indeed a cave at the end of this road. If they were hiding in it to hide from the enemy, then the concave cliff that was set on fire later could be considered a cave...

So, that cave is the Hundred Battles Cave?

Let me see how to get there... This is so embarrassing, it's all night and I don't know where to go...

[I know him! Follow me!]

In Ling's eyes, the light on the oil lamp flickered and jumped excitedly. A long silver-white light shot out, pointing diagonally upwards, like a suspended road sign.

Great, when I got here, the little oil lamp actually knew the way! It would be so convenient to have real-time road signs, and I would never be afraid of getting lost again!

Shen Le pulled himself together, adjusted the direction of his headlamp, and set foot on the path indicated by the small oil lamp:
Diagonally upwards!
Turn!

Crawl under the fallen tree trunk! Oh, there is no tree trunk anymore, just walk over it!

He passed through the crack of sky between two rocks... Tsk, if it wasn't for the small oil lamp giving him an arrow, he really wouldn't have seen that there was a road here!
The further he walked, the brighter Shen Le's eyes became. That's right, this is the road he walked in his memory! It's not far away, the groove in the rock wall is just ahead!

The small oil lamp flickered more and more, as if it was excited or celebrating. In the end, even without using his spiritual eyes, Shen Le seemed to be able to see the flashes on the surface of the oil lamp.

Shen Le quickened his pace, turned another corner, and leaned down. Almost at the same time, he held his breath:

Child! The lost child!
Right there in the cave, he saw it!
He tiptoed and quietly retreated. Only when he was out of the shelter of the cliff and reached a place with strong signal did he open his phone and send a message to the project team WeChat group:

【found it! 】

【where? 】

【Where where? 】

[Send location! We are coming! ]

Several messages popped up instantly. Shen Le quickly sent another one:
[Don't come over here, don't get lost anymore, I'll bring the child back]

After sending the message, he sneaked under the cliff and took a closer look at the child. The little guy was curled up and sleeping at the bottom of the cliff, his cheeks were red from sleep, and at a glance, there was no wound on his body.

Are you okay?
It should be okay, right?

Since he can sleep so peacefully, he must be at least not injured, right?
Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up a little, and looked around:

The deepest part of the cliff bottom is about one meter deep from the bottom of the cave, and there is a faded red rope.

Inside the red rope, there were a few cigarettes, a bottle of wine, a map, and several different aircraft carrier models, neatly placed.

Looking upwards, there are four lines of text engraved on the stone wall, painted in red and very eye-catching:

"How does it feel to behead today..."

Shen Le recited it softly. It was great that some of the people in that team survived and some returned to this place.
Some people re-engraved the poems written on carbon sticks in memory of their comrades;
Some people remember it for a long time, some people look back from time to time, year after year, generation after generation...

And to this day, this cave still shelters the young child, protecting him from wind and rain, from fear, and allowing him to sleep peacefully...

"Bingbing? Is your name Bingbing?" Shen Le squatted in front of the child and gently woke him up:

"Get up! Come back with me, your parents are looking for you!"

He held the child's hand and walked out of the cave. When he was about to leave, he looked back and saw three large characters engraved on the side of the cave, which were vigorous and powerful:
Hundred Battles Cave!
very nice……

In Ling's eyes, the silvery light from the small oil lamp began to flicker violently. Between his fingers, he felt numb and an electric current was constantly passing through him.

【It’s useful to me too! 】

Yes, you are very useful, you are the most useful... You are very well behaved...

Shen Le picked up the small oil lamp and shook it up, then up again. Alas, this little guy, when he is well behaved, he is very well behaved, when he is useful, he is very useful, but when he is noisy, he is also very noisy...

How to teach it well?
I'm really not good at teaching children!

Forget it, let’s just fix it. Maybe after it’s fixed, we can communicate normally and teach each other?

In order to reward Xiao Youdeng's contribution, after Shen Le brought the child back, he decisively started the restoration work again after get off work the next day.

This time, I used a small hammer to knock on the non-round and concave parts of the small oil lamp one by one to correct the shape.

Find a hard mold with a curved shape, such as a bed head or a wooden railing, and place the bottom edge of the small oil lamp burner on it. Put the inside of the arc into the mold and keep hitting it with a hammer until it fits the mold:
"Ah, it's really inconvenient to work in the wilderness. If I had a more reliable tool, this sheet metal work would be done in no time. I've been hammering away for half an hour!"

Shen Le complained while shaking his hands. Finally, the hammering was completed and the shape of each part was corrected. A whole night had passed.

The next night, I picked up the grinder and polished the sharp edges of the various parts of the small oil lamp one by one:
"Chamfer the edges! Little oil lamp, look how I polished the edges of your knife smooth and curved them. You better be careful next time and don't hurt anyone!"

The small oil lamp remained silent. Shen Le reassembled all the parts, used an iron rod to fix the rivets, and covered them with a glass cover.

Apart from not being polished or painted, it looks like a brand new oil lamp, as if it had just been produced by the factory not long ago.

"After repairing it like this, it looks so new!"

A head suddenly popped over. Electrician Xiangyang stared at the small oil lamp in Shen Le's hand and sighed:
"It was all rusted before, and no one wanted it even if it was thrown in the garbage dump. Now that it's in this condition, I can definitely sell it as an antique!"

antique?

Shen Le laughed. After removing the rust, the date on it was clearly visible: it was manufactured in 1923.

A century-old kerosene lamp can definitely be considered an antique. Even if it is in average condition, it can be sold for several hundred yuan. If it is in better condition, it can be sold for thousands of yuan.

If we add a little more research on its past experiences, such as who used it, how it was brought to the New Fourth Army, and who used it later...

In the collectibles market, it can indeed be sold for a good price. However...

“I won’t sell it.”

Shen Le smiled and shook his head. I bought it and repaired it, how could I possibly sell it?

Even if it doesn't come back to life, it still carries the expectations and hopes of its predecessors!
"You collect them yourself? Rich people!" Xiang Yang muttered softly. Shen Le shrugged at him and simply changed the subject:

"Why are you here?"

He turned his head and looked at the village. No way, it was fine last night, but there is a problem with the power supply again tonight?
Is the little oil lamp so naughty?
"There has been no power outage in the past two days. However, we haven't found the problem yet. We will continue to check today."

Xiangyang smiled, turned around, and complained to his father again:
"Dad, I told you not to come. I can do it myself! You're coming all the way here. You have to make a trip every day. You're not that old!"

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