Shen Le is walking on the mountain road again.
The surrounding scenery is quite familiar, as if when you enter the mountains, you will see similar scenery after a bumpy ride in the car.
But if you look closely, there are big differences. There are many fewer terraces on the mountain, and the roads are much more rugged and narrow. More importantly, Shen Le, look around - where are the wires?
What about those tall telephone poles standing on the ridge?
What about those long wires stretched between poles?
What about those wires and poles that cut the sky into pieces and cannot be avoided no matter how you frame the scene, and you can only rely on P-pictures to get a clear space, which are often penetrated when shooting period films?
Why is it gone?
By the way, which era is this memory provided by Little Oil Lamp--"·
Before he could figure it out, Shen Le felt his shoulders and back sink, and his whole body had to kneel down.
In reality, when he came to this village, he changed from train to bus, bus to car, and rode all the way up. But in this memory, there were no cars to take.
Shen Le was walking on the mountain trail at this time. He raised his hand and saw that he was holding a wooden stick in his hand. It was not in the shape of a familiar trekking pole, but a rare T-shaped wooden stick. A short horizontal stick was nailed to one end of the long stick. Based on Shen Le's limited knowledge, wooden sticks of this shape are generally used by porters. During short breaks, they are placed under the items on their backs to give themselves a short rest.
At this time, he was also carrying a heavy frame and sweating profusely.
Not only was he sweating like rain, everyone around him was sweating like rain. The sun was shining brightly above his head, and the temperature reached at least thirty-seven degrees. Standing in the sun would make you sweat, and everyone in front and behind was walking with heavy loads.
The long procession winds along the steep mountain road. You can't see the end in front of you, and you can't see the end behind you. Everyone is carrying a backpack half as high as a person, and the weight on the backpack is so heavy that they step deeply into the mud with every step.
Shen Le took a deep breath, pulled up the towel around his neck, and wiped the sweat vigorously. He raised his head and glanced across the team, passing by the items on the back frame:
Wires as thick as a thumb are bundled tightly and tied one by one on the back frame. Each bundle of wires is bundled into a large bundle of more than one meter long and one foot in diameter. Each bundle weighs hundreds of kilograms;
Lamp-shaped insulators, made of solid ceramics, weigh at least one kilogram by visual inspection, and there are dozens of them in a box;
He couldn't name the various hardware that fixed cables and parts. He put them in bamboo baskets and tied them tightly to the back frame.
Just looking at the size of these hardware pieces, one basket weighs less than 100 kilograms, Shen Le couldn't believe it at all.
And they even use a wooden back frame! Nail a few pieces of wood with one nail, and then tie two Rattan Strip to it, and you have a back frame!
The parts of the wooden back frame that come into contact with the human body are only two vertical wooden sticks and a few horizontal wooden sticks, which are shaped like half a wooden ladder.
There is not much difference whether there is such a carrying system or not - it may be worse than not having one, because the wooden rod is not wide enough and the pressure per unit area is too high!
This is -
Various electrical facilities?
Wires, things that hold wires? Shen Le had only walked about ten steps when he felt a burning sensation on his back. He wanted to twist his shoulders, remove the back frame, and put a towel on it.
This wooden back frame is so uncomfortable!
It was completely incomparable to the hiking bag he was used to carrying, which was soft, thickly padded, and could distribute power to his shoulders, back, and waist!
Pressing on the back, with the weight of the material on the back frame, the wolf squeezes into the muscles of the back. Take one step, press it, take two steps, grind it -·
However, he did not have this luxury. The long queue moved forward silently, and he could only wipe his sweat and follow silently:
How long will it take---·
How long do you have to climb--··
The half-hour drive seems to be a long way off if you rely on your legs to climb it--·-·
He turned around hard and couldn't see what was tied to his back frame. He only knew that it was so heavy that he could hardly lift his feet.
Little Oil Lamp, or Copper Fragment, next time we transfer memories, can we be gentle?
I don't want an immersive experience like this--··
Before he finished complaining, the team turned a corner. Shen Le raised his head and his pupils suddenly shrank. On the mountain road ahead, a long telephone pole of unknown length was erected!
Wait, why is it not erected on the ridge, but on the mountain road?
Shen Le Look carefully. The telephone pole is not standing upright, but is being carried up on the mountain road.
Up.
The mountain is so steep that even the wooden telegraph poles painted Black Lacquer seem to have been erected!
A long telephone pole, at least ten meters long, weighs not only seven to eight hundred pounds, but also five or six hundred pounds.
Both ends were tied with thick ropes, and the ropes at each end were passed through a pole and carried by two of the best young men. The other two young men were just four people beside them, two in front and two behind, carrying the heavy telegraph pole and walking towards the top of the mountain.
Looking back, five or six people, carrying two poles, were carrying a transformer that was half a person tall and more than half a person long. They bent over and hunched their backs, taking one step at a time, and hitting the ground with beads of sweat.
Shen Le Suddenly there was a surge of heat in his heart. It was so heavy and painful that he could hardly breathe.
Back then, decades ago, our ancestors, Xiang Yang's father and grandfather's generation, were like this!
This is how we carry it on our shoulders and lift it with manpower, transport all kinds of equipment, and bring electricity and light to the countryside!
He no longer complained, nor did he want to take off his back, take a breath, lowered his head, stared at the mountain road at his feet, and walked forward step by step.
The front section is still a mountain road, and the back section is a simple mountain road opened by cutting down the trees, pulling out the grass on the hillside, and simply compacting it.
It was steep and slippery, and every step was difficult. Shen Le was panting like an ox, and walking with his head down step by step, it felt like his whole soul was being pressed into the soil.
However, as we walked, a bright song suddenly sounded on the mountain road ahead:
"The No. 1 Duolai-What Duohei has such a strong local accent that Shen Le can barely make out the lyrics. It was only the man he possessed who was used to hearing them since he was a child that made him immediately understand the meaning of the lyrics. After a pause, a response immediately sounded from behind the team:
"The number one thing is that there are many stars in the sky. All the men who were carrying heavy objects, carrying heavy objects, and hurried along subconsciously raised their heads.
At the front of the team, the singer spoke again:
"The second one comes more--what more---""
"The second one is more - mortal people!"
The singing was high and clear, echoing on the sultry mountain road, like a gurgling mountain stream jumping down.
Shen Le was refreshed, raised his head, and sang along with everyone:
"The stars in the sky -
The singing echoed, one after another, one after another, singing from the first, second, and all the way to the eighteenth. Everyone in the team was in high spirits.
Wearing a backpack, carrying telephone poles and transformers, we marched a little faster. From the beginning to the end,
The smile on Shen Le's lips did not fall:
It was so hard, so difficult. But the people at that time were so bright that they could always find fun in work and life!
It got darker and darker as we walked, and it quickly became dark in the mountains. The team entering the mountains lit up torches.
The stars are dotted like a golden chain turning on the mountain road.
Shen Le was completely in no mood to see this beautiful scenery. He carried his things to the top of the mountain, took off his back frame, collapsed on a clump of weeds, unscrewed the kettle and poured water with his neck up:
"I'm so exhausted!"
Looking left and right, most people are like him, unable to get up after sitting down.
However, a group of people were busy digging holes, setting up telephone poles, and filling in the soil. In the crowd, a middle-aged man with a missing arm raised Oil Lamp high and commanded in a hoarse voice:
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way! One by one Jianguo, Jianjun, hold the rope, three, two, one, together
Among the crowd, Little Oil Lamp emitted a flickering light, lighting up the entire venue. It illuminated the faces of all those who had hopes and wanted to quickly attract electricity and light up the mountain village.
Oil Lamp's light moved from the top of the mountain to the mountain road, and then from the mountain road to the entrance of the village.
A transformer that looked very old to Shen Le, but was very shiny at the time, was safely placed at the entrance of the village amidst the cheers of the villagers.
Unprecedented light illuminated the entire village.
Standing next to the transformer, Shen Le looked around, looking at the excited smiling face of the old man and the children running wildly all the way.
My ears were filled with all kinds of cheers, including those from villagers, some from electricians, and some from Little Oil Lamp:
[Power on!]
[We have power!]
[We finally have power!]
[From now on, everything will be bright and clear, and everything will be clear. It will always be clear!]
However, this light is not permanent. In that era, power supply was often insufficient and support for industrial production was not enough. It was not possible to keep lights on in rural areas 24 hours a day;
Not to mention, at that time, farmers basically couldn't afford the electricity bills given their financial ability---·
So, Shen Le stood next to Little Oil Lamp and looked at a house. There was often only one 5-watt to 10-watt electric light, and it only turned on for a while during dinner and then turned off quickly;
Seeing that the electric lights in the village often light up, they will make a "sizzling" sound and suddenly go out, plunging the whole village into darkness;
I watched the electrician holding a large speaker made of rolled iron and shouting at the top of his lungs, "There will be a power outage tonight! Everyone, prepare in advance!"
Then, candles one by one, Oil Lamp, were taken out and lit by the housewife at home.
Shen Le looked at the children reading under the Oil Lamp, the mothers sewing clothes under the Oil Lamp, and the old people calmly splitting the bamboo leaves under the Oil Lamp, with their hands flying, using the pieces to weave bamboo baskets or bamboo plaques.
The light and shadow suddenly changed, and a young man rushed into the village in a panic and headed straight for the village:
"Mother Li! Mother Li!" he shouted out of breath:
"Quick! Quick!
My wife is giving birth!"
With a coo, the window opened, revealing a middle-aged woman with meticulously combed hair and a charitable appearance.
He replied through the window:
"Wait a minute! I'm packing my things!"
She carried a small box on her back and came in a hurry. The young man held up Oil Lamp high to light the way for her.
Lead her forward, take her through the mountain road and enter the delivery room.
Oil Lamp spreads even and stable light indoors, illuminating the painful face of the mother and the busy hands of the barefoot doctor.
Finally, a baby's cry broke the tense atmosphere in the room:
"It's a boy! Mother Xu, congratulations!"
The air suddenly became lighter. People smiled, sighed, and congratulated each other. Even the swaying light in Little Oil Lamp seemed particularly bright:
[Look, look, it's a good thing I'm here!]
[Without me, you would be in big trouble at this critical moment!]
"Oh, it would be nice to have electricity all the time." Outside the delivery room, Shen Le heard an older man sighing sincerely to the mother's husband:
"In that case, there would be no need to deliver babies at the critical moment, and we would have to rely on coal Oil Lamp all the time!"
Shen Le smiled. Through the window, he stretched out his hand and touched Little Oil Lamp.
You see, what everyone is looking forward to is that there will always be light.
I didn't expect you to be here all the time!
The light of Little Oil Lamp flashed fiercely.