At the entrance of the village, old electrician Xiang Guoqing strode over. An old-fashioned electrician's hat made of bamboo and rattan was fanning in his hands, and a canvas bag was pulled on his shoulders. The stitches on the bag strap were criss-crossed, showing signs of being broken, sewn, and broken again.
The old agricultural electrician and the young Zhuxi Town electrician stood side by side. Just looking at the equipment on their bodies, they seemed to be separated by decades.
But Shen Le has been working with them these days, and I have seen with my own eyes that most of the tools used by the father and son are not very different. Except for the most advanced pieces of equipment, such as Drone, they all look similar. The son uses a small multimeter with an LCD screen, and the multimeter used by the father is slightly larger;
The low-voltage test pen used by my son can get a reading by pressing it. The electric pen used by my father is not the same as before. It only lights up to show whether there is a model of electricity:
The infrared thermometer used by my son has its own thermal imaging. The infrared thermometer used by my father can at least display the temperature. It looks like a forehead thermometer-···
Over the years, the power system has been organizing training for rural agricultural electricians and organizing the rotation of instruments. Indicators for replacing tools and tools are set every year.
It may be a little slower, but not too much. In particular, Binhai City, where Xiang Yang works, is next to the province where his hometown belongs, and the economic conditions of the two provinces are not much different.
We will do our best to take care of those who can.
"How could I not come!" Xiang Guoqing fanned himself with an electrician's hat, put it on again, and tucked his wet hair under the hat.
He opened the tool bag, took out the insulated oscillator, and skillfully connected it to the equipment to be tested. He took a deep breath, shook it steadily and quickly, and shook his arm almost flatly, leaving an afterimage:
"That's no problem-"
"Dad, please stop being busy." Xiang Yang and his father were back to back, doing an examination in another position, but he still couldn't help but mutter:
"You are already this old, come with me to Zhuxi. Look at these new instruments, even if they are given to you, you won't be able to use them.
I still have to keep using the old one.
As for this insulated rocking meter, you can just click the new one, but you still have to crank it by hand--·.."
This thing is very tiring to shake!
120 revolutions per minute, two revolutions per second, shake at a constant speed for a full minute!
My hands are almost broken!
"What do you kid know!" The old electrician leaned forward slightly and shook the handle vigorously, sweat flowing down his face in large streams.
It wasn't until the reading appeared on the dial that he took a breath and blocked his son's hand that handed over the new instrument:
"You work in a big city and can drive everywhere, so of course you find the new equipment convenient. You have to climb mountains with this thing on your back!
Look at your hand-cranked watch. It's bigger and twice as heavy as the hand-cranked watch. You want me to carry it on my back and climb up and down so many hills in two villages?"
"What-.-"
Xiang Yang was at a loss for words. He looked left and right, and silently took the watch back. Still not giving up, he continued to persuade:
"Dad, my place is close to a big city, so everything is convenient. You can drive to a tertiary hospital in half an hour. You didn't have to lie down for two months because of your back pain last time!"
"No, no, no! I won't go!"
The old man waved his hands impatiently:
"This village cannot live without me! Look, here alone, I, an electrician, have to take care of two villages. If I leave, where can I find other electricians?"
He took out the low-voltage electric pen from the base of his ear, stood up straight, and drew a big circle with the electric pen:
"Look at this village, the old ones are old, the young ones are young, the old ones are in their fifties and sixties, and the younger ones are two, three, seven or eight years old. The young people who can do something about it have all left...
Recruiting young electricians? Young people don't like to come to such a remote place!"
Shen Le sighed silently. This is indeed the case in rural areas nowadays. The more remote the rural areas, the more young people leave.
In the village, there are fewer and fewer people, and more and more houses are vacant. Only some old people and children are left, guarding the old houses and watching the fields gradually become deserted...
In this settlement in the village, there are about 50 households, and there are less than ten people over 18 years old and under 50 years old in total.
Among these ten, there is one with a tumor on one leg, one who cannot hear, and one whose brain is not very good...
In this case, let alone whether it is possible to train an electrician, even if someone knows the skills of an electrician, he is not qualified to compete for employment as a rural electrician!
Xiang Yang tilted his head slightly, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes.
That's it, people will instinctively move towards a better life. As long as they have the ability and can survive in a better place, they will definitely go out;
Just like him, he went to elementary school in the village, junior high school in the town, and passed the county high school exam.
After being admitted to the university of Binhai, my job stayed in Zhuxi Town. Even if it is a town, it is Zhuxi Town of Binhai. It is only a 60-kilometer drive from the center of Binhai City. You can get there by taking two subways -··
He will never come back. He will never come back. Some of his friends from childhood have gone to the town, some to the county, and some to more distant places all over the world.
Like him, they won't come back.
I would come to visit my family during the New Year and holidays, I would bring my spouse and children to see my family, and I might come back to pay homage to my ancestors' graves, but I would not regard this village as a place where I could put down roots.
But, I don't care about these - I don't care now. Xiang Yang thought calmly, now, I only care about my father, I just want him to live a better life---
"No, someone will definitely come!" He still took a step forward and grabbed his father:
"Dad, look at them, they are repairing Old Mansion here, isn't it because someone is coming?"
He points to Shen Le:
"Old Mansion After the house is repaired, tourism can be developed. The big house on the mountain can attract people to visit, and the small house can be built as a bed and breakfast.
As the tourism industry develops, young people will come over, and people in the village can also make money at home. Shen Le was inexplicably cueed, and was stunned for a moment. He quickly put on a smile and nodded to the old man. He complained wildly in his heart:
How can it be so easy?
This big house on the mountain, from survey to project approval, to project approval, funding approval, and then to repairing it as before, can be considered very fast in two or three years.
After the tutor took them to investigate, they went back to write papers and reports, and submit them one by one to the sponsor of the project, who didn't know whether it was the school or some project fund.
After finishing the project, if you think the house is worth repairing, then try to get official project funds.
Nowadays, various places have funding for the protection of ancient buildings every year. It is said that an ancient village in southwestern Zhejiang has
In the past two years, we applied for 2.2 million yuan in protection funds to repair six residential buildings.
Of course, for the officials, here is also important, there is also important, many ancient buildings are important.
The more things need to be protected, the longer the review cycle will be, and the longer the payment cycle will be -·
Let alone converting small houses into B&Bs. These small houses are old, dilapidated, and not ancient. Unless they are completely integrated into tourism resources, they have little value in repairing them.
However, integrating tourism resources? Without the entry of large capital, it is impossible to even think about it.
There is no particularly beautiful scenery in this remote country, and the big house on the top of the mountain is not a very prominent protected building. Capitalists are crazy, why come here to build B&Bs and develop tourism?
Wouldn't it be nice to rent a few ready-made houses?
He tried hard to control his expression, not daring to reveal anything. Xiang Yang Seeing that he didn't refute, he kept up his efforts and continued to persuade his father:
"Besides, hasn't the village been developing over the years? The roads have been built, and the telecommunications network has been connected-·..."
"Since it's getting better and better, why are you dragging me to the city?" The old man waved his hand with a stern face:
"Your father is not too old to move yet! I can help here. The folks can't live without me, so I can't leave!"
"Dad"
Before the father and son could figure it out, there was a snap, and all the lights in the village went out again. For a moment,
There was a lot of mourning, mixed with the muffled sigh of the old electrician:
"Look, look at this. What will happen to the folks when I leave?"
Xiang Yang Shut up quickly, rush to the transformer, and check the relay protection on it.
Shen Le also quickly turned to look at Little Oil Lamp, only to see that the brilliance on Little Oil Lamp was dim, and the silvery white light clung to the surface, as if everything had shrunk:
is it you?
Did you do it?
Are you being naughty again?
Little Oil Lamp's light swelled with force, then shrank back. Shen Le raised his eyebrows:
Yo?
Is it really you?
Judging from your appearance, you feel confident. Is this right?
[I-·.-I don't know--·.-]
[I'm just tired and sad----·]
The voice of Little Oil Lamp cannot be heard by ordinary people, and its light cannot be seen by ordinary people. However, in the Spirit Eye of Shen Le, the brilliance is dazzling, and the sound is simply deafening.
Shen Le sighed, carried it back to the room, put it on the table, and touched it gently:
"You are tired and sad. Is the voltage unstable and about to trip?"
[I don't know... what is voltage?]
Well, it may be a bit difficult to explain voltage to a Artifact Spirit. Shen Le calmed down and changed the communication method:
"You are tired and sad. Will the lights go out in the village? Are they going to light you up?"
[No····Few····Few very few····
Little Oil Lamp's light vibrated slightly, shrinking once, then shrinking again. Shen Le scratched his head helplessly:
This little Artifact Spirit might not be very powerful when it was first born. It would only happen once or twice if it was in a particularly bad mood, aggrieved, sad, or irritable, and it would affect the power supply in the village, right?
Of course, its power has become stronger recently, and its impact on power supply has become more frequent.
Maybe it's because he's getting closer to Copper Fragment, maybe because his repair work has made progress and Little Oil Lamp's power has become stronger?
"You see, the electricians in the village are so busy. They have to do daily maintenance, inspections, meter reading, payment collection, and all kinds of things."
Agricultural electrician, a rural electrician is responsible for one or two villages, covering an area of more than ten kilometers.
Maintenance of Electric Net in the village, repair of home circuits. Daily meter reading and collecting money, maintenance of stable power supply during busy farming, typhoon and heavy snow, broken wires-.-·
He heard Xiang Yang say that old electricians rarely have time to breathe all year round.
"They are already very busy----·Cheng, don't cause trouble to them---"
The light of Oil Lamp shrank inward. In the center of the glass cover, on the unlit wick, there was a small ball of white light, flickering uncertainly.
Through the glass cover, Shen Le seems to be able to feel the mood of Little Oil Lamp:
[I didn't mean it-...]
[I'm not sad anymore-··.·. I'm not sad anymore-··.·I'm going to bed, going to sleep...]
Poor child. Poor, lonely Little Oil Lamp.
You can control yourself not to be angry, you can control yourself not to make a fuss, but how can you control yourself not to be sad?
As a result, I can only sleep in the darkness and keep sleeping-·--·
Shen Le stretched out his finger and touched its glass cover:
"Be good, I will take you away, talk to you, and light you up. During this time, you can sleep under the lamp, okay?"
The white light rose a little, and circled around Shen Le's finger, then circled around again, like a small animal rubbing his finger.
A thin electric current burned Shen Le's fingertips, making them numb and itchy, as if they were getting close to him. Between his breaths, a white light bloomed.
Electric Snake peas, wrapped around, swallowing Shen Le's whole body. As the light flashed, Shen Le's eyes dimmed and brightened, and he was dragged into a memory.