Hundred Battles Cave?···
Shen Le stared at the lines in Spirit Eye, staring at the key point that Little Oil Lamp pointed out to him, where the white light twists and turns and finally reaches the point.
Starting a business is difficult and involves many battles—could this poem, written by the ancestors of revolutionaries on the cave wall, be the origin of this place?
Did that lost child run into Hundred Battles Cave?
Little Oil Lamp, how did you know?
[I just know! I just know! I saw it!]
The silvery white light fluctuated in Spirit Eye's vision. In Shen Le's vision, a long and long Silver Light stretched out, from the village to one hilltop and then to another hilltop.
Shen Le looked strange, shook Oil Lamp, and said silently in his heart:
"Why are you showing me the wire?
What am I looking at these wires for?
Wait, you wouldn't be running around here along the wires every day and just happen to see that child going into the hole, right?"
[Hehe---.-That's right! That's right!]
Silver Light flew happily. Shen Le breathed out gently:
Fortunately, Little Oil Lamp is still very powerful. It's good to have a direction. It's fatal to look for people aimlessly in this mountain, and people look for people!
Unfortunately, Shen Le didn't dare to talk nonsense about the child's information in Hundred Battles Cave. Firstly, he couldn't give a reliable source of information, and secondly, even if he spoke outright, he was afraid of being asked:
"Did you trick the child into going there? Otherwise, how would you know?"
Even if he has been working with his tutor and classmates these past few days and has a perfect alibi, being questioned like this will still cause a stir.
He could only watch Xiang Senior Martial Brother walking in front, holding the child who was leading the way, his body tensed, and he walked carefully on the mountain road.
After turning one corner and then another, the child leading the way vowed, pointing to a clump of wild flowers on the edge of the flat land and promising:
"Bingbing separated from us here! He said he was going to that so-and-so cave!"
Shen Le looked around. This small piece of flat land, probably where the villagers rested on a daily basis, had been trampled down to a basically level surface, with several trails extending out from the edge.
One is the widest and smoothest, probably leading to nearby residential areas, and the other is sloping downward, apparently leading to relatively flat terraces in the mountains.
There is another one that stretches upwards into the vast mountain forest. Shen Le stood on his feet and looked into the mountains:
Is it here?
Is this the way to go?
The destination pointed out by Little Oil Lamp is not in the same direction as this road--·"
The three roads are all commonly walked by the villagers. Shen Le watched several uncles bowing their heads, searching the ground with flashlights, and kept whispering:
"There are footprints here----There are also footprints here----Lanlan, do you know where he ran?""
"I don't know!"
"Dog, where's the dog? Is there a dog?"
There is no dog, or in other words, there is no reliable dog that can track by scent.
Several big dogs in the village had smelled Bingbing's clothes, and only two of them could track down this small piece of flat land. And these two dogs were whining and circling around, not knowing where to go-···
"There is no other way, let's go separately!"
Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, the older man who took the lead in looking for the child finally made up his mind. He began to nod:
"Old Zhu, take Old Li and Old Xu and keep going forward. Remember to call and ask if the children have run to them;
"Old Zhang, take people down and grab two more Bamboo Pole. Be careful of children falling into the water.
Old Wang, bring someone with me---·
Having said this, he paused slightly, turned around and looked at Shen Le and the others with some hesitation. Shen Le, Senior Brother Zhuang, and several juniors all answered in unison:
"Let's go into the mountains!"
They filed forward and walked together on the narrowest and steepest road. The further they walked, the more branches they took, and the fewer and fewer people remained on each road.
Along the way, the older man warned:
"Be careful! Follow me! Try not to get separated! You students, just don't go into the mountains. You don't know the way. If you get lost, you have to find us -·
Really, you'd better go back. You're a student kid from the city, and you're not used to walking on mountain roads. It would be bad if you miss the mark--"
The students all responded with smiles. Indeed, it is more dangerous to go out to look for someone at night, as there is a possibility of one being hooked up;
However, if you see a child lost in the mountains, how can you not help?
"Everyone, please mark it!" Zhuang Boyang Senior Martial Brother raised his voice:
"Hold the strip of cloth in your hand! If you encounter a fork in the road or a path that is difficult to identify, tie it up if you need to!
Write your name on each piece of cloth! Keep your phone on and Amap will record the path you have taken so that you can walk back later!
Don't get lost in the mountains and let your sixty or seventy-year-old grandfather and uncle come to us, that would be embarrassing!"
"Got it!"
The students answered in unison.
There were more and more forked roads, and fewer and fewer people. Finally, Shen Le finally set foot on a forked road alone.
Although it is a side road, it is well maintained. Under the light of the headlight, the road paved with big stones is clearly visible. Shen Le was walking, and suddenly he became energetic:
I'm a little familiar with this road!
I seem to have passed by!
By the way, I walked this road in the memories given by Little Oil Lamp last night!
There is indeed a cave at the end of this road. If they lay down in it to hide from the enemy, and the depression in the cliff where they were later set on fire can be considered a cave...
So, that cave is Hundred Battles Cave?
Let me see, how to go---? I'm embarrassed, it's all night, I don't know each other--·
[I know you! Follow me!]
In Spirit Eye, the light on Oil Lamp flashes and beats excitedly. A long line of silver-white light shoots out, pointing diagonally upward, like a suspended road sign.
It's great. When we got here, Little Oil Lamp actually knew the road! There are real-time road signs, which is so convenient. You no longer have to worry about getting lost!
Shen Le cheered up, adjusted the direction of the headlight, and set foot on the road pointed by Little Oil Lamp:
Diagonally upward!
Turn!
Climb under the fallen tree trunk! Oh, there is no trunk anymore, just walk over!
Passing the thin line of sky between two rocks ----- spurt, if Little Oil Lamp hadn't given him an arrow, he really wouldn't have been able to see that there was a road here!
The further we walked, the brighter Shen Le's eyes became. That's right, this is the path we walked in our memories! It's not far away, and the groove in the rock wall is just ahead!
Little Oil Lamp also flashed more and more fiercely, as if it was excited or celebrating. In the end, Shen Le seemed to be able to see the flash on the surface of Oil Lamp even if Spirit Eye was not used.
Shen Le quickened his pace, turned another corner, and leaned down. Almost at the same moment, he held his breath:
child!
That lost child!
Right in the cave, he saw it!
He tiptoed and backed away quietly. It wasn't until he exited the shelter of the cliff and came to a place with strong signal that he opened his phone and sent 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 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 under the cliff. His cheeks were red from sleep. At a glance, there were no wounds on his body.
Are you okay?
It should be fine, right?
To be able to sleep so peacefully, you should at least be uninjured, right?
Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up slightly and looked around:
At the deepest point of the depression at the bottom of the cliff, about one meter deep from the bottom of the cave, there is a faded red rope.
Inside the red rope, there are a few cigarettes, a bottle of wine, a map, and several different aircraft carrier models.
Place it upright.
Moving his eyes upward, he saw four lines of text carved on the stone wall, which were very eye-catching with red paint:
"How do you feel about today's beheading--"
Shen Le read it out softly. It's great that some of the team at that time survived and some returned to this place;
Some people re-engraved poems and essays written on carbon strips to commemorate their comrades;
Some people remember it for a long time, and some people look back all the time, year after year, generation after generation---·
And to this day, this cave still protects the young child, protecting him from wind, rain, fear, and allowing him to sleep peacefully--...·
"Bingbing? Is your name Bingbing?" Shen Le squatted in front of the child and gently patted him awake:
"Get up! Come back with me, your adults 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 about a foot long carved on the side of the cave, which were vigorous and powerful:
Hundred Battles Cave!
So good--·
In Spirit Eye, the silvery white light on Little Oil Lamp beat violently. There was a numbness between the fingers, and there was a constant flow of electricity:
[It's useful to me too!]
Well, you are very useful, you are the most useful--.. You are very good---·
Shen Le picked up Little Oil Lamp, bumped it up, and bumped it up again. Alas, this little guy is very well-behaved and very useful when used, but he is also very noisy when he is noisy...
How to teach it well?
I'm really not good at teaching children!
Forget it, let's fix it. Maybe once it's fixed, we can communicate normally and teach?
In order to reward Little Oil Lamp for his contribution, after Shen Le brought the child back, he got off work the next day and decisively started the restoration work again.
This time, I took the small Hammer and tapped the non-round and concave parts of Little Oil Lamp one by one to correct the shape.
Find a hard mold that fits the arc, such as a bedside or a wooden railing, and place the bottom edge of the Little Oil Lamp burner on it. Stick the inside of the arc into the mold, and keep tapping it with Hammer until they fit the mold:
"Ah, it's really inconvenient to work in the wilderness. As long as I have some reliable tools, this kind of sheet metal work can be done in no time. I've been hammering for half an hour!"
Shen Le shook his hands and complained. Finally, the beating was completed, and the shape of each part was corrected. One night had passed.
The next night, pick up Sander and polish it one by one along the sharp edges of each component of Little Oil Lamp:
"Chamfer and close the edges! Little Oil Lamp, look, I have smoothed your edges and made them curved.
You should be more careful in the future and don't hurt anyone!"
Little Oil Lamp said nothing. Shen Le reassembled all the parts, installed the rivets with an iron rod, and put on the glass cover.
Except that it is not polished or painted, it is just like a brand new Oil Lamp that has just left the factory.
"I'll give you a repair like this. It looks so new!"
Suddenly a head stretched out from the side. The electrician Xiang Yang stared at the Little Oil Lamp in Shen Le's hand and exclaimed, "It turned out to be all rusty, and no one wanted it if it was thrown in the garbage. Now if you take it out like this, it will definitely be sold as an antique!"
Antique?
Shen Le laughed. After removing the rust, the date on it was clearly visible. It was born in 1923.
A century-old coal lamp Oil Lamp can definitely be regarded as an antique. Even if it is in average condition, it can be sold for hundreds of yuan. If it is in better condition, it can be sold for thousands of yuan.
If we add some research on its past experience, such as who used it, how it was brought to the New Fourth Army, and later it was used by so and so...
In the collectibles market, it can indeed be sold at a good price. But--
"I won't sell it."
Shen Le smiled and shook his head. I bought it and repaired it. How could it be that I wanted to sell it?
Even if it doesn't come back to life, it still contains the expectations and hopes of its predecessors!
"Do you collect it yourself? Rich man!" Xiang Yang whispered softly. Shen Le shrugged at him and simply changed the topic:
"Why are you here?"
He turned around and looked at the village. Isn't it? It was fine last night, but there is another problem with the power supply tonight?
Little Oil Lamp is so naughty?
"There has been no power outage in the past two days. However, no problem has been found yet. We will continue to check today."
Xiang Yang smiled. He turned around and complained to his father again:
"Dad, I told you not to come. I'll just come! It's all this far away, just one trip a day. How old are you!"