The lights in my memory slowly faded.
Shen Le Touch the handle of Little Oil Lamp to the bottom burner, once and for all, back and forth.
The metal shell is ice cold, there is no restlessness at all, and there is no feeling of crackling or static electricity.
It seems that the memory transfer just now has made Little Oil Lamp so tired that he collapsed and can no longer jump.
Just lie down quietly?
Thank God, Little Oil Lamp was finally quiet. Shen Le took this opportunity to caress and comfort it while reasoning with it:
"You see, the electricity is now connected, and the power supply is becoming more and more stable. It is no longer like before.
The power can only be supplied for one or two hours a day, and the power is cut off at critical moments.
Even if there is an occasional power outage, the electrician can quickly repair it without you having to go out and make a fuss.
Come with me, okay? I have a big house, a lot of electrical appliances, and a lot of circuits, so you can have a great time!"
Little Oil Lamp pulled the handle on one side, jumped up suddenly, and clanged twice hard. Shen Le pressed the handle, patted it, and then touched the glass lampshade:
"During this period, just sleep quietly until I wake you up, okay?"
You see, your earliest master always wanted to have electricity everywhere and everyone could enjoy bright electric lights;
Your later master carried so many electrical facilities into the mountains on his shoulders and back, just to provide electricity to the village. You also took care of the whole process and watched how hard they worked:
If you make a fuss, the electrician will come to check for several days, and you will be scolded, and the results will not be found-"
Little Oil Lamp pulled it down dejectedly. Under Spirit Eye, the little bit of silvery white light on Oil Lamp shrank, shrunk, gathered on the wick, and then slowly sank along the wick----
It was like that little spiritual light that sank into the base of the burner containing kerosene and never came out again. It was also like a little child, curled up in the base, hugging his knees and burying his head in his knees:
[I don't want to.]
[I don't want them to feel uncomfortable.]
[However, they have been ignoring me, they have been ignoring me...]
Shen Le felt a little distressed when he saw it. He rubbed the outer shell of Little Oil Lamp and promised softly:
"If you are good, I will continue to repair you and make you look beautiful. We will paint it whatever color you want, okay?"
A tiny bit of electric current wrapped around Shen Le's fingertips, and there was a soft snap. In the dark, Shen Le felt that he seemed to hear Little Oil Lamp's complaint:
[It's not that I refuse to leave...]
[The electricity here is really unstable. Sometimes when I am doing well, they will suddenly lose power ---]
[The power went out several times last year-··.··]
[But, they no longer need me...]
When there is a power outage, just use flashlights and candles. Children without electric lights can still run around outside under the moonlight;
The old people had no electric lights and would fall asleep at worst.
Even if there is a power outage, they rarely use coal Oil Lamp. Even if they use coal Oil Lamp, they will not use the Little Oil Lamp he repaired.
The coal used Oil Lamp is a small round glass jar without a lampshade. A cotton gauze wick is inserted inside. The flame is small and the light is unstable, but it saves fuel;
Like the small coal Oil Lamp restored by Shen Le, the wick is a flat cloth belt with a large and bright flame.
There is a lampshade covering it, and the light is stable, but it consumes oil and requires frequent cleaning of the lampshade.
It is not cost-effective to use at home, and it is not as convenient as a flashlight when going outside. Therefore, among all the coal Oil Lamp, it is also the first batch to be shelved...
Shen Le touched Little Oil Lamp distressedly. He stood up as if nothing had happened, pretended to be bored, and went to chat with the old electrician Xiang Guoqing:
"Uncle, are there still frequent power outages here?"
"It's definitely impossible to stop frequently." The old electrician spoke Mandarin with a strong local accent and smiled proudly:
"It's not like when the electricity was first turned on, it would give you electricity for a few hours a day. At six or seven o'clock in the evening, as soon as you start watching TV, it would suddenly cut off the power.
Now the power supply is 24 hours a day, from morning to night. "So--it just stops occasionally?"
Shen Le followed his words and asked. The old electrician sighed softly:
"That's not true. It can't be compared with your big cities. Here, we have notices of power rationing, and then again. During the hottest time last year, we could only drive for a few hours a day---"
What--·.
It seemed to be true last year--···
It seems to be a drought, it hasn't rained, and there is a huge gap in hydroelectric power generation. There is no other way but to transfer electricity everywhere to make up for it. Many places are constantly pulling out power and limiting power.
Although when the power cuts were at their worst, others felt nothing when they were on the Imperial Capital. No matter where the power was turned off, it was impossible to stop the Imperial Capital. As for the power cuts, I only occasionally saw them in the news----·
Shen Le thought a little guiltily. The old electrician didn't stop talking:
"Then there's the typhoon. When a typhoon comes, everyone is on tenterhooks. Don't knock down the power poles or cut off the wires. Once they're knocked down, it's over!"
In the corner, silver-white light danced on the lampshade of Little Oil Lamp again. Suddenly it rushed up to a height of more than a foot, and then it came back and circled around Little Oil Lamp.
Looking at that, it looks like he is rejoicing:
[Look, I was right!]
[They can't live without me!]
Shen Le really couldn't find a way to argue with Little Oil Lamp. Fortunately, at this time, the old electrician had already turned his attention to his son:
"Yangyang, have you found the problem?"
"No. Everything is fine everywhere." Xiang Yang frowned tightly, with the word "confused" in capital letters.
Blackened, bold, and placed on top of the forehead:
"I have checked every household, including circuits, lights, televisions, refrigerators, washing machines, electric stoves, etc.
No one pulled the wires privately, no one connected several electric stoves at once, and there were no signs of burnt out in the circuits of each device -..."
He was full of confusion. The old electrician smoked a cigarette happily, looked at his son, shook his head, and smiled a little from the deep wrinkles:
"I'll just say it's okay. How many years have you been here, and I know everything from top to bottom?
I can't even find out the problem, how could you possibly find out!"
"There must be something wrong!" Xiang Yang refused to give up. He went back and forth several times,
Standing suddenly:
"I can't find it out. Maybe it's because I'm not good enough, or maybe I have too few technical means at my disposal.
If you can't find it, report it to the professionals and let them check it out!"
Shen Le pursed his lips, retreated quietly, and controlled himself not to make a sound. Professionals? Professional technicians in electricity?
Not to mention technicians, even electrical experts may not be able to do it! Little Oil Lamp is having a tantrum, can they really find out?
Unless we invite a few experts in supernatural powers, such as who and what from the Special Affairs Department?
"Professionals?" Xiang Guoqing was also shocked. The old electrician looked up and down, looked at his son, and shook his hands wildly:
"Goodbye! In a country like ours, how can any expert be willing to come? Even if someone does come, how much favors and price will it cost you, son?"
"No need!" Xiang Yang smiled. He stepped forward, held his father's arm, and pointed to the outside of the mountain. "Dad, believe me, as long as you report him, someone will definitely come! I have met him several times! No favors are needed, as long as you report him, someone will definitely come!"
Shen Le turned his head away, struggling to hold back his laughter.
Let them check it, check it up and down for a long time, and finally conclude that "there is no problem", then it will be great fun.
However, what if there are a few cultivators lurking among the power workers who do not want to expose their identities---"-
Xiang Yang persuaded his father several times, and he had already made a call. Shen Le stood behind him, listening to him talking about all kinds of terms, and couldn't find the point at all. When he put down the phone, he couldn't help but poke him:
", just say it like this, is that okay? Do you want to say that? He straightened his fingers and pointed at the small building behind him. Then, using his heels as the axis, he rotated his body and drew a huge circle:
"My mentor, Professor B University, is leading people to work on a project here. The power has been cut off several times in a row? The project cannot be implemented at all?"
If you say this, they will definitely pay attention and people will come quickly!"
The old electrician Xiang Qianjin nodded while listening. He nodded twice, glared at his son, and nodded twice again.
He glared at his son again. After Shen Le finished speaking, he quickly added:
"You're right! Yiyi-Yangyang, you learn from others! So I am a college student from a prestigious university and I am very capable. If you are dull and dull, you will not please the leader and you will not be able to do your job well."
The father was still nagging, but Xiang Yang started laughing and waved his hands repeatedly. After laughing for a while, he said seriously to Shen Le:
"That's not the case now. Now in the power system, everyone from top to bottom takes faults very seriously. As long as you report it, someone will definitely be called.
It's not that I don't want to use your method, I just want Dad to see that we can still find people by reporting it normally, without having to rely on connections or expecting any special events!"
Shen Le's chest suddenly felt stuffed. He looked directly at Xiang Yang and nodded vigorously:
"Okay! I'll wait and see one by one!"
It still takes time for the electrician to arrange for people to come down. During this time, Shen Le continued to follow the instructor, running up and down, surveying the ancient buildings:
Taking photos and visually inspecting the degree of damage is only the first step. Next, what kind of wood are the important pillars and beams made of?
What is the degree of corrosion of the wood? How deep is the rot, where is the rot, and how much impact will it have on the stress-bearing structure?
What method is expected to be better for repairing? Is it to apply glue directly, drive wood wedges into it, or fill it with wood powder and then inject reinforcement?
Or maybe this column is no longer useful and the joists need to be replaced, the corroded part underneath is removed, and new wooden components are replaced?
The pillar is crooked and needs to be straightened. How to straighten it? During the straightening process, other parts connected to the pillar,
How to deal with it?
How many roof tiles are rotten? How many need to be replaced? What about the waterproof layer under the roof tiles?
There are also horizontal oak, those brackets, corbels, and sparrows that need to be repaired, patched, and painted---"·
The color paintings on the beams have become blurred and dim after years of erosion. It is necessary to guess what the original color paintings were and what kind of paint was used, so that they can be repaired in a targeted manner -
To do this work, you have to take photos, draw, trace, and guess based on the photos.
Even when Shen Le turned his head, he saw a junior fellow student climbing up on the ladder, carefully taking samples from the beams, preparing to send them to test the composition of the paint...
Fortunately, there is no need to climb the roof now. Outside the main hall, Senior Martial Brother put up Drone, flew slowly along the roof, and took photos of the roof one by one:
"Go around a few more times! Photograph the ridged beast carefully! It's best to take a sample to see what material the ridged beast is made of, so we can repair it in a targeted manner!"
The workload is quite saturated. Even Senior Sister, who is raising babies at Imperial Capital, can't take a break: all the scan results, subsequent stress calculations, data checking, and connection with the laboratory are all done by her---""
Shen Le also had an extra job. In addition to surveying the mansion, he also had to take time to find every opportunity to survey the residential buildings next to the mansion.
Senior Martial Brother promised him that no one would want these houses anyway. As long as he likes the old wood and old tiles inside, he can take them back!
However, Shen Le investigated for several days and felt deeply that he had been deceived by Senior Martial Brother:
There is a huge difference between a private residence and a big house! If the HP of the main building of the big house is 1000 points and no one lives in it for a year,
20 points deducted;
So, the HP of a residential building is only 100 points at best. If it is unoccupied for a year, 10 points will be deducted.
Similarly, seven or eight years have passed, and the main building of the big house still has 80% health, and the health of the residential building has only 20%.
It is about to become a dilapidated house!
Moreover, the same beams are used in big houses, Chinese Fir, and God knows what Miscellaneous Wood is used in residential buildings.
The furniture and furnishings in the room can still be used in the big house. In the private house, not to mention the tables, chairs, beds and cabinets, even a few wooden sticks have to be dragged back to light the fire. Want to find something that can be used?
It's not that it's impossible, it's just that, well... it's such a big project!
Feeling so bad!