Fortunately, the movement around him gave him the answer. Next door to the left and right, upstairs and downstairs, Senior Martial Brother of Shen Le, his junior brother, the landlord who stayed overnight, and other people in the village were all shouting:
"There's a power outage!"
"Why is there a power outage again!"
"I'm only halfway through writing my essay!"
"The power is out all day long!"
"Is this going to be better? Just trip the switch every three days!"
Shen Le also closed his notebook, got up and went out. He saw a farmer coming out of the next door, cursing, and walking towards the village with a flashlight. Click, click, tossing back and forth a few times, and then came back cursing:
"The circuit breaker is tripped! It can't be fixed! Call an electrician to come and see it!"
"No... we have to wait another hour or two..."
"It's useless even if the electrician comes! Every time he says there's nothing wrong with it, there's nothing wrong with it, but every time it trips for no reason!"
"That's it! It has never been repaired well, and the fault has never been found! It is said that the equipment is old and needs to be replaced with circuits, transformers, this and that, where is the money!"
"If you keep doing this, you won't have to pay the electricity bill! - When it's repaired, you'll have to pay the electricity bill!"
The villagers burst into mourning. Shen Le asked curiously, Senior Brother Zhuang smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"There is no electrician in this village, so we have to call the one from the next village to come over. Wait, it's a mountain climb at night. Even if he wants to come, it will take at least an hour!"
"What? No electrician?--Don't we say every village should have an electrician?"
The youngest junior disciple asked in surprise. The instructor glanced over slowly:
"In principle, it should be.--In fact, there are few people in the village. They are all old people and children. All the adults have run away. There are no electricians. What are you going to do?"
"Uh..."
Shen Le had nothing to say, so he could only return to the room and continue drawing with the light of the headlight shining on the record book. After a while, there was a loud noise outside, and someone shouted:
"Here he comes! The electrician is here! --Xiaoxiang, why is it you?"
The electrician is here?
Shen Le Save the picture and go out to see it again. There are stars outside, and the light of candles and coal Oil Lamp is everywhere.
In the dim light, two headlights came closer and closer, illuminating the night. Little by little, they climbed up the mountain road. Finally, the battery car stopped slowly, and a familiar young man jumped out:
"It's so late, I won't let my dad come. Anyway, I'm also an electrician, so I'll come!"
Hey, they are really acquaintances!
Shen Le was a little surprised. He was among the crowd and waved vigorously to the opposite side:
"Xiang Yang!"
"Shen Le! So you live here!" Xiang Yang's eyes also lit up:
"Oh, it's a good thing I'm here. Otherwise, if you experts were left without electricity all night, it would be a real sin!"
"The instructor is the expert, we are the ones doing the work." Shen Le smiled. Xiang Yang responded, quickly went to push the switch, and his eyebrows and eyes immediately became tangled together:
"Oops, why is there still no power? Let me see..."
He first checked the transformer, then took out the electric pen in the tool bag, and went from house to house to check the circuit. Shen Le was bored and wandered behind him, helping him with flashlight lighting.
While helping, I looked at the wooden beams, the fire barrel in the corner of the room, the candles stuck to the table with candle tears, and the rusty kerosene lamps, and I was enjoying myself.
After passing two houses, Shen Le lowered his head and suddenly saw a coal Oil Lamp lying next to the water tank in the corner of the kitchen of the third house.
The coal Oil Lamp was rusty and full of dust, which was very different from its companions that had been picked up and lit. It was so lonely that it looked a bit pitiful.
Shen Le squatted down and plucked it, and it was mostly intact. Looking back, the owner of the house lit a candle and followed them. The hand holding the candle was trembling, as if he was afraid of wax dripping on his hand at any time:
"Eh? Don't you light this lamp?"
"This lamp can't be lit!" The landlord is an old man in his fifties, sixties, or sixties. He speaks with a very strong local accent. Shen Le almost didn't understand:
"It's too old. It's all rusted off! I haven't lit it for a long time. Well, when was the last time I lit it..."
The old man stepped forward tremblingly, bent down, picked up the coal Oil Lamp. and placed it on the stove. He held the knob of the coal Oil Lamp wick with one hand and turned it left and right twice:
"Look, the wick can't turn and it can't light up at all!"
Shen Le half-bent down, cautiously, and tentatively turned the knob twice. The touch from his fingertips was stiff and stagnant, as if there was a slight rustling sound, and it seemed like there was nothing at all.
Shen Le immediately released his fingers and did not dare to use force:
Experience told him that this kind of touch means that there must be rust inside. If it is just rusted, it is fine. If the rust is too severe and the parts are excessively corroded, if you twist it hard, you may even break the parts!
For the restoration of cultural relics, this kind of crude destruction is an unbearable loss and an unforgivable mistake.
He gently wiped the coal Oil Lamp cover with his fingertips, and looked down with the light of the headlight. On the lamp cover, there was a ring of unevenness, what kind of writing did it look like?
Shen Le picked up the coal Oil Lamp, squinted his eyes slightly, looked to the left and right, and looked carefully at the rust.
Based on his many years of experience in reading wood carvings, stone tablets, and metal inscriptions, after going back and forth several times, Shen Le struggled to identify a string of numbers:
"192..."
This coal Oil Lamp was produced in the 1920s?
In other words, it is almost a hundred years old, or more than a hundred years old?
Shen Le was immediately interested. He bent down, went up and down, and checked again carefully:
The lid is basically in good condition, the base is basically in good condition, the glass lampshade has a few cracks, but is generally intact, and the surrounding iron frame is covered with rust, but it is not so rotten that it will break.
Wait, why does he have such a strange feeling, as if his fingers were electrocuted?
If you are in doubt, ask for help from the supernatural. Shen Le lowers his head slightly, closes his eyes, runs the exercise, and turns on Spirit Eye:
Sure enough, there is something strange!
This Oil Lamp is filled with an aura that is stronger than Little Puppet and Ink Marker. It is silvery white and flickering, like the electric light on Tesla Coil, which is constantly flashing.
Little Oil Lamp?
Have you become a sperm too, or are you about to become a sperm?
You are alone in this village, no one uses you, no one knows that you have become a spirit, no one can communicate with you... It is so, so lonely...
Shen Le immediately made up his mind. He raised the coal Oil Lamp a little higher and held it in front of the homeowner:
"Can you sell me this lamp?"
"How much is this crap worth? If you want it, take it!"
The old man grinned his mouth, which was missing seven or eight teeth, and laughed. Shen Le also laughed, took out his wallet, took out two red bills, and stuffed them into his hand without any explanation:
"You can't just take it for free. You must accept these two hundred yuan, otherwise it will be too little!"