The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 60 Found a new object to repair? No problem, get it quickly!

Fortunately, the noises around him gave him the answer. Next door, upstairs and downstairs, Shen Le's senior and junior brothers, the landlord, and other people in the village were all clamoring:

“The power is out!”

"Why is there a power outage again!"

“I’m only halfway through my paper!”

“The power goes out all day long!”

"Is this going to get better? The power keeps tripping every few days!"

Shen Le also closed his notebook and got up to go out. He saw a farmer from next door walking out, cursing and walking towards the village with a flashlight. Click, click, tossing back and forth a few times, and then walking back cursing:
"It's tripped! It can't be fixed! Call an electrician to take a look!"

"No way... we have to wait another hour or two..."

"It's no use having an electrician! Every time he says there's nothing wrong, there's nothing wrong, and every time the circuit breaker trips for no reason!"

"That's right! They can't fix it and can't find any faults! They say the equipment is old and they need to replace the circuit, the transformer, and this and that. Where can I get the money?"

"If you continue like this, I won't pay the electricity bill! - I'll pay the electricity bill when the repair is completed!"

The villagers cried out in grief. Shen Le asked curiously, and Senior Brother Zhuang smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"There is no electrician in this village. We have to call someone from the next village to come. Let's wait. It's late at night and we have to climb the mountain. Even if he is willing to come, it will take at least an hour!"

"What? No electrician? -- Isn't it said that every village should have an electrician?"

The youngest student asked in surprise. The instructor glanced over slowly:
"In principle, yes. In reality, there are few people in the village, only old people and children. All the adults have run away. There is no electrician. What are you going to do?"

"Uh……"

Shen Le had nothing to say, so he could only return to his room and continue drawing under the light of his headlamp shining on the notebook. After a while, there was a clattering sound outside, and someone shouted:
"Here they come! The electrician is here! - Xiao Xiang, why is it you?"

Is the electrician coming?

Shen Le saved the picture and went out to see it again. There were stars dotted outside, and the lights of candles and kerosene lamps were everywhere.

In the dim light, two headlights approached from afar, illuminating the night and climbing up the mountain road bit by bit. Finally, the battery car slowly stopped, and a familiar-looking young man jumped out of it:
"It's so late, I won't let my dad come. I'm an electrician anyway, I'll do it!"

Hey, it’s really an acquaintance!
Shen Le was a little surprised. He mixed in the crowd and waved vigorously to the other side:

"Xiangyang!"

"Shen Le! So you live here!" Xiang Yang's eyes lit up:
"It's a good thing I'm here, otherwise, you experts would be without electricity for the whole night, which would be a real sin!"

"The instructor is the expert, and we are the ones who do the work." Shen Le said with a smile. Xiang Yang responded and quickly turned on the switch, his eyebrows and eyes immediately twisted together:
"Oh, why is there still no power? Let me check..."

He checked the transformer first, then took out the electric pen from his tool kit and checked the circuits one by one. Shen Le was bored, so he followed him and helped him with the flashlight.

While helping, he looked at the wooden beams, the fire barrel in the corner of the room, the candles that were stuck to the table with wax wax, and the rusty kerosene lamps, and he was quite content.

After passing two households, Shen Le looked down and suddenly saw a kerosene lamp lying on the side of a water tank in the corner of the kitchen of the third household. The kerosene lamp was rusty and covered with dust, and was very different from its companions that had been taken out and lit. It was lonely and looked a bit pitiful.

Shen Le squatted down and checked it. It was mostly intact. Looking back, the owner of the house lit a candle and followed them. His hand holding the candle was trembling, as if he was afraid that the wax would drip onto his hand at any time:
"Eh? Aren't you going to light this lamp?"

"This lamp won't light up!" The owner of the house was an old man in his 50s or 60s, or 60s or 70s, speaking with a very thick rural accent, and Shen Le could hardly understand what he said:

"It's too old, all rusted! I haven't lit it for a long time. When was the last time I lit it..."

The old man trembled and walked forward, bent down, picked up the kerosene lamp, and sat on the stove. He held the knob of the kerosene lamp wick with one hand and turned it left and right twice:

"Look, the wick can't even turn. It won't light up at all!"

Shen Le half-bent down, carefully, and tentatively turned the knob twice. The touch from his fingertips was stiff and sluggish, as if there was a slight rustling sound, but also as if there was nothing at all.

Shen Le immediately loosened his fingers, not daring to use force:
Experience has taught him that this feeling means that there is definitely rust inside. If it is just rusted, it is fine, but if it is too rusted and the parts are corroded too much, it may even break if you twist it too hard!
For the restoration of cultural relics, such brutal destruction is an unbearable loss and an unforgivable mistake.

He gently wiped the kerosene lamp cover with his fingertips, and looked down in the light of the headlamp. There was a ring of uneven spots on the lamp cover. What kind of writing did it look like?
Shen Le picked up the kerosene lamp, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked to the left and right, carefully looking at the rust.

With his many years of experience in looking at wood carvings, stone tablets, and metal inscriptions, Shen Le struggled to identify a string of numbers after going back and forth several times:
"192..."

This kerosene lamp was produced in the 20s?
In other words, it has a history of almost a hundred years, or even more than a hundred years?

Shen Le was immediately interested. He bent down, looked up and down, and checked it carefully again:
The lid is basically intact, the base is basically intact, the glass lampshade has a few cracks, but is generally intact, and the surrounding iron frame is covered with rust, but not rotten to the point of breaking.

Wait, why did he have such a strange feeling, as if his fingers were electrocuted?
When in doubt, seek help from the spirits. Shen Le lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, practiced his skills, and opened his spirit eyes:
Sure enough, there is something unusual!
The oil lamp was filled with a scent thicker than that of a puppet or an inkwell. It was silvery white and flickered, like the electric light on a Tesla coil, flashing non-stop.

Small oil lamp?
Are you also a spirit, or about to become one?
Alone in this village, no one uses you, no one knows you are a spirit, no one communicates with you... It's so lonely...

Shen Le made up his mind immediately. He raised the kerosene lamp a little higher and held it in front of the homeowner:

“Can you sell me this lamp?”

"This piece of junk is worth a lot of money. Take it if you want it!"

The old man opened his mouth with seven or eight missing teeth and laughed. Shen Le laughed too, took out his wallet, took out two red bills, and stuffed them into his hand without saying anything:

"You can't take it for free. You must accept these two hundred dollars, otherwise it's too little!"

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