Shen Le carried Little Oil Lamp and swayed back to his residence. He walked up the creaking wooden stairs all the way into the room and sat on the bed:
"Hey, why did you bring Oil Lamp over here?"
Senior Brother Zhuang immediately put his head over to take a look. On his knees, the laptop tilted and almost fell off the bed. Senior Martial Brother flew forward, hugged him, and continued to look around half sideways:
"Where did you get it?"
The place where their teachers and students live is a self-built house by the villagers. It has three bays on the left and right and two floors above and below. It was originally built by the homeowner with all his efforts to marry his two sons and live in it for the whole family.
However, both sons have gone out to work all year round, and their wives are also out there. Only one grandson has been brought back, and the huge house is not enough to live in.
At this moment, the old man and his grandson live in the room on the right downstairs, and the instructor Shen Le lives in the room on the left downstairs. Shen Le and his Senior Martial Brother brothers live upstairs, and they are actually quite comfortable, sharing a room for two.
This accommodation condition, regardless of the musty smell in the room and the wooden floor that squeaks when stepped on, is better than their school dormitory!!!
"Bought from the villagers next door." Shen Le raised Oil Lamp and pointed it out to Senior Brother Zhuang:
"It seems to be from 1920. I want to restore it and keep it for myself. Senior Martial Brother, do we bring the relevant equipment this time?"
"It seems that some of them can be used..." Zhuang Boyang held his chin with his left hand, clicked the remaining four fingers one by one with his right thumb, and counted them one by one:
"Paint, yes. Hammer, yes. It's a little troublesome to repair the glass. You may need to place an order...
So, anyway, you have to go to the scene tomorrow and see for yourself! But I'm warning you, you have to finish what you have to do!"
Shen Le smiled and nodded vigorously. He rubbed Little Oil Lamp with his thumb, and there was a numbing feeling under his fingertips, as if Little Oil Lamp was greeting him:
"You have to be good! If you be good, I will fix you and take you away!"
Suddenly everything went dark, and his vision changed.
Huh? Got a new trick?
How come I just got it and before I started repairing it, the memory of coal Oil Lamp came over?
Is Copper Fragment more powerful, or is Little Oil Lamp more powerful than Puppet and Ink Marker, so that it can project the signal earlier?
Shen Le Close his eyes, open his eyes, close his eyes again, and open his eyes again. Soon, he found that no matter what he did, he could not affect the field of vision in front of him:
Dark, dark, still dark.
Instead, the sound of continuous waves came gently, and my nose was filled with the smell of sea, kerosene, and long-standing musty and stinky smells.
Rude scolding and yelling came faintly, but they were in a language that Shen Le couldn't understand, so he couldn't help but guess:
So, Xiaomei Oil Lamp is an imported product, imported from abroad?
It makes sense if you think about it carefully. The China of that era seemed to have very weak light industrial capabilities.
Besides, selling coal Oil Lamp also sells kerosene, or giving coal Oil Lamp and then selling kerosene at a high price is also a good marketing method...
But how long am I going to stay on this boat?
One month? Two months?
In the 1920s, how long did it take for a merchant ship to travel from Europe to China? It takes 80 days to travel around the world, divided by two, it takes 40 days?
Fortunately, Xiaomei Oil Lamp did not drag him into memory for a long time. In a few breaths, the shaking amplitude became much larger, from left and right shaking to up and down vertical bumps.
Soon, a crisp and bright cry sounded:
"Gardenia and white orchid must be cut down--"
Shen Le laughed sincerely. Just listening to the cries, I felt like I could smell the faint fragrance at the tip of my nose. I wore one on my clothes and stayed there all day long;
You can feel the soft fragrance on your skin, blowing on your face, hands, and body, bringing with it warm, lazy moisture;
You can taste familiar flavors on the tip of your tongue, the crispy and squeaky fried steamed buns at the bottom, the braised pork in thick oily red sauce, the little wontons that are so fresh that you wouldn't even put them away after being slapped in the face...
It's China!
Little Oil Lamp, we have arrived at China!
The field of vision was slightly bright and dim. A slender hand with almost no calluses was holding a shiny new Little Oil Lamp, swaying and moving forward.
Walking through the alley, walked into the back door of a Shikumen house, and passed through a kitchen room of about ten square meters, shared by seven or eight households.
From the side of the kitchen stove, climb up the stairs that are so steep that you almost have to use your hands and feet. Go to the second floor, turn left, lower your head and bend down, and enter the cramped pavilion.
The room is seven to eight square meters, with a floor height of only 2 meters. When walking around inside, you feel like you have to lower your head all the time. As soon as you step in, a hot and humid atmosphere hits your face:
The next floor is the stove room, where the heat of cooking steams upwards; the upper floor is the drying platform, where water drips when the clothes are dried. When the clothes are not dried, the heat of the sun passes through the ceiling and is directly transmitted into the room.
There is only one small window to the north in the entire pavilion. If you want ventilation, it doesn't exist. If you want comfortable ventilation, it doesn't exist...
Shen Le Even if he was in the memory, he was made a little uncomfortable by the sultry heat. But the owner of coal Oil Lamp didn't care. He sat down at the table and couldn't wait to light up coal Oil Lamp:
"Ah, great, finally there is a light..."
The man sighed with emotion, opened the book under the lamp, and quickly immersed himself in it. When he was flipping through the book, he glanced at it, and Shen Le seemed to see the words <New Youth> on the cover.
That's right...
Little Oil Lamp, is this the inheritance you accept?
When his vision returned, Shen Le smiled and touched Little Oil Lamp, feeling very light. There was a soft snapping sound on his fingertips, as if Little Oil Lamp couldn't wait to say hello to him.
The next moment, there was a bright light in front of me, and the cheers of the students and villagers came from all directions:
"The call is coming! The call is coming!"
Ah, the call has come in. You can continue working. As for starting the repair work on Oil Lamp, let's wait until tomorrow. It's impossible to get started on the same day!
He honestly helped his instructor draw pictures all night. The next morning, he went hiking with everyone to see the ancient buildings that needed to be restored:
"Shen Le! Shen Le, walk slower! Why are you walking so fast!"
"You guys are just not good enough, you're not as good as me, old man." Amid the gasping sounds, the instructor walked briskly and was the closest to Shen Le. He even had time to taunt the students:
"Practice more! In our line of work, if your physical strength is not good enough, how can you not walk! It's a good thing that you followed me. If you go to the field for archeology, your physical strength is so weak, you will be exhausted!"
"Boss, please stop talking..."
There was a wailing. Shen Le couldn't help but wiped his sweat, feeling slightly guilty:
If he hadn't developed the special function of Copper Fragment, if he hadn't been practicing Five Animal Frolics under the guidance of Copper Fragment, if it hadn't been for the support of that heat flow...
Maybe his physical strength is not as good as that of the 63-year-old mentor... It's a sin, it's a real sin...