Shen Le stared at Xiaomei Oil Lamp - or in other words, Xiaomei Oil Lamp's spare parts on the table, feeling powerless.
He is not good at education!
Especially not good at educating children!
Moreover, he is a little coal Oil Lamp who can't talk to you or convey his consciousness. He can only pour memories into your mind.
Not to mention, this little coal Oil Lamp has been dismantled and placed piece by piece on the table. Even if you tell it, "If you agree, we will dodge once, if you don't agree, we will dodge twice." He will not be able to dodge!
The various parts were not done, and there was no way to proceed to the next step. Shen Le went to bed in a dull mood. Just as he fell asleep, a white light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, but the power supply was restored. He had to get up, rub his eyes and turn off the light:
"Well, have you finally stopped making trouble? Don't make trouble in the future... be good!"
When I woke up, the mountains were misty and there were still large dewdrops on the grass blades. There was a battery car beeping through the morning fog and driving up the mountain.
In the small village, the doors opened one after another, and the old people walked out slowly and greeted the visitors:
"Lao Xiang, are you here?"
"National Day, is it coming?"
"Why so early?"
"Yes, Dad!" Last night, the electrician Xiang Yang, who came in a hurry, rushed out of the room with a pair of dark circles under his eyes:
"As long as I'm here, it's fine! Come here so early, it's not bright yet, and it's not safe for you to ride on the mountain road!"
"Haha, what's the point of coming here?" The man who jumped off the battery car wore a bamboo and rattan electrician's hat, with strands of Si Si underneath, revealing his gray hair.
He raised his face to welcome the thin sunlight. His bronzed face had deep ravines carved by the years.
According to Xiang Yang's age, he is only in his fifties, but he looks like he is in his sixties.
He unloaded a semi-old dark green canvas bag with the words "Chuzhou Power Supply Bureau" printed on it from the back seat of the battery car, threw it on his shoulder, and strode over:
"Every electricity cable in this village, inside and out, is powered by me. I know where every cable is. I can't even see it, how can you?"
"Dad! We all have modern equipment now! If your old equipment can't detect it, my equipment may not be able to detect it either!"
"Haha! Then give it a try! Let's go to the middle and see who can find the problem first!"
The old electrician Xiang Guoqing smiled boldly and strode forward 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-used pole buckles.
That thing is not so much a foot buckle as it is two flat wooden boards with ropes tied to both ends.
The old electrician leaned the wooden board against the telephone pole, buckled and swung the rope, and stepped on it. The other wooden board leaned against, buckled, and swung up, step by step:
"What are you doing standing still? You do your thing!"
"Dad, you use this." Xiang Yang quickened his pace to follow and opened his own tool bag.
He flipped it over casually and took out a pair of bright pole buckles and gave them to his father:
"This one is light and easy to use. Can you use yours instead?"
Xiang Yang The climbing pole foot buckles in his hand are more than twice as good as the pair used by the old electrician. They are made of seamless steel pipes, and the electroplating layer is bright and dazzling, making them look light and lightweight;
The front half circle of the buckle and the place where it is connected to the pedal are added with thick rubber anti-slip pads, which fit on the pole and are obviously more stable than the triangular sharp teeth;
The foot pedal is specially designed with five hollow and raised anti-slip grooves, which are connected with high-strength foot buckle straps, which are strong and wear-resistant. As long as the webbing is tightened, the feet can be firmly fixed on it.
Xiang Yang flashed the pair of ankle buckles to his father, took off the tool bag on his shoulder with his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and went to pick up the strap of the canvas bag on his father's body. But the old electrician shook his head, smiled, and blocked 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 tossed a hemp rope to himself, wrapped it around the telephone pole and tied it to his waist. He moved the board and stepped up, climbing higher and higher. When he climbed close to the top, he took out various tools and checked them one by one:
"This is no problem..."
"That's no problem..."
"This is still no problem..."
Shen Le While having breakfast, the father and son were checking circuits everywhere in the village;
After working in the mountains and coming back for dinner, the father and son were not done yet.
The son's camouflage vest was completely soaked. The old father took off the electrician's hat made of bamboo and rattan and fanned it in his hand. His hair was flattened on his forehead with wetness.
On the ear, an electric pen was taken off and clipped on, clipped on and taken off again, which had already rubbed the root of the ear red:
"I don't believe that the problem can't be found! If there is no problem in the village, then there must be a problem with the circuit outside! I'm going to take a look!"
"Dad! It's so late!" Xiang Yang held on to his father desperately:
"It's getting dark! It's very dangerous for you to climb the mountain and patrol the line now!"
"Then just watch the power go off and on?" Xiang Guoqing shook off his son's hand.
The old electrician had deep wrinkles on his face, as if every power outage and every complaint from the villagers were engraved in these wrinkles:
"Forget it in normal times, it happens once a year and a half, so everyone should bear with it. Now, just when the experts came, the power went out twice in two days! No, this problem must be found out!"
The old man put on his electrician hat, picked up a bamboo stick, and strode out. Xiang Yang couldn't persuade him, so he jumped up and hugged his father's arm:
"Dad! You don't need to go! You don't need to climb the mountain at night! There is something new now! Let me show you a new thing!"
He dragged his father back to the roof step by step. He quickly turned around, bent down, opened the suitcase, and assembled something:
"Look! Drone, specially designed for line patrol! Now we patrol the line, just use this, no need to climb the mountain manually!"
"What can this thing see clearly?"
Xiang Guoqing was still confused, but his son skillfully operated it a few times, and Drone, which was half the size of a desktop, moved its four rotors together and steadily lifted off.
On the screen of the instrument in Xiang Yang's hand, the scene of transformers and telephone poles has lit up, gradually approaching and moving forward.
Each wire, the details of its connection to the telephone pole, and even the nuts and screws at the line hanging points are all shown in detail.
"Dad, look, you can see this very clearly!"
Xiang Yang confidently pointed it to his father. The old electrician stared at the scene on the screen for a long time, turned his head, and covered his face with his rough hands:
"So good, so good..."
The voice soon became choked up. The smile disappeared from Xiang Yang's face, and he lowered his head and stood solemnly:
In the early years, all line inspections were done manually. When checking for tree obstacles, all kinds of cliffs had to be climbed and all kinds of ditches had to be waded.
At that time, every one or two years, you could hear the news of the sacrifice of a lineman in the power system:
Some fell off cliffs, were washed away by floods, were stung to death by wild bees, and earlier, some were even bitten to death by wild wolves...
Now, I can drive my car to patrol along the highway, and then fly Drone to see it. It's really great...
Shen Le stayed nearby, holding the parts of Little Oil Lamp, and gently wiped them.
Seeing Junior Brother Senior Martial Brother whispering to each other, saying, "This Drone is good, let me borrow it to take some pictures of our house." Shen Le quietly took a few steps back and touched the lamp holder of Little Oil Lamp:
"Be good, don't lose your temper today. You see, they have been working very hard for maintenance..."