I Had a Home In 1982

   Chapter 246 245. After the typhoon, I know and shout

  The power of knowledge is really powerful.

   After the lighthouse had built-in dampers, the typhoon had nothing to do with it.

   In fact, this lighthouse is not very high, it is just a fragile base, so as long as its wooden base does not break under stress due to repeated shaking, it is safe in typhoon days.

   So the militias were bored.

   They would love to go home…

   But there are huge waves at sea, not to mention that we can't go today, we can't go tomorrow!

   And there are no recreational facilities on the island.

   So the militiamen stared at each other.

   Now there are only more than 100 adults and young people on the island. Everyone wants to play, but what can they play?

   In the evening, a pheasant was frightened by the typhoon and got into the house. Everyone was so stunned that they didn't want to slaughter and eat it, and they kept taking turns playing with the chicken.

   In the end, Wang Yi couldn't bear to see that chicken's feathers were messy and dying.

   Tired of playing the crooked pheasant, the militiamen became wild and whispered to each other: "What are we playing?"

   boldly suggested: "Go wrestling, how about wrestling in a typhoon?"

   No one answered him.

  This is a lunatic!

   Not to mention how dangerous it is to wrestle on a windy day, let’s just say that the rocks on the top of the mountain are all granite, and how many years are those things that are strong in the wind and the sun? Wrestling on this?

   If you accidentally drop your head, you can add a dish to the militia for the evening:

  Red oil brain flower.

  Wang Yi smiled beside him. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. In fact, he had some tools-free games to pass the boring time, but he didn't want to talk about it.

   Don’t have to be too revealing.

As a result, he wanted to keep a low profile, but the militiamen refused to let him go. Li Yansong suggested: "Mr. Wang, I heard from your team that you are very good at storytelling, we are bored here, you can tell us a few paragraphs of storytelling to pass. time."

   The smile on Wang Yi's face suddenly froze.

  I have no mobile phone and no books, how can I tell you about storytelling?

   He immediately refused and said, "It's all **** from the members. I can teach but not storytelling."

   But the militiamen were too boring, many of them had heard that he would talk about storytelling, so they made a noise:

   "Mr. Wang, come one, Mr. Wang, come one!"

   "One, two, three, four, five, we've been waiting so hard!"

   "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, we're so anxious to wait!"

  Wang Yi is very embarrassed.

   But when he saw this, even Bold and others were booing.

  I was surrounded by a group of men.

   He had no idea, so he suggested: "Comrades, let's sing, you are all militiamen, so there must be a military singing competition during military training every year?"

   After a few things happened after he came to the island, especially he used fishing nets and bricks as dampers to free the big guy from the storm, he has been vaguely regarded as the commander of the militia.

   So when he suggested it, someone followed the suggestion and said, "Then here's a song..."

   "What are you here for? You're the only one who has a loud voice, isn't it?" The other militiamen scolded him.

   "Otherwise, let's pull the song first, pull the song to encourage Teacher Wang, and at the same time let Teacher Wang prepare, ready to tell us storytelling, okay?" Li Yanhua gave a compromise suggestion.

   The militiamen applauded: "Okay!"

  Shi Dazhang took the time to prepare to show himself, and quickly stood up and said, "Then I'll give the comrades a head..."

   "Officer Shi is here, need you to start?" The militiamen coaxed him.

Shi Dazhang sat down with a smirk, and Shi Dashou stood up and said, "Okay, if the comrades want to pull the military song, then we have to compete in one match. Just so, we have three teams now, so we will play the song in units of three teams! "

The    militias agreed: "Okay!" "Okay!"

   But some people asked: "Since it is a game song, then there are rewards for those who win, and punishments for those who lose?"

   Now the big guy is in a dilemma.

   They want a reward, but what?

  If the losers are punished so that they don't want to, it is more attractive to have a reward for winning than a penalty for losing.

   At this time, Yi Qiaomu stood up and laughed:

   "Comrades, our revolutionary team has a tradition of fighting songs and fighting spirit since the days of the Red Army. Although you are not a regular army, the militia team is also a force that cannot be ignored in defending the country."

   "In this way, you will be singing the competition song, then an old man like me can't participate. I will be a judge for you. At the same time, everyone knows that when the storm passes, I will invite my comrades to have a meal and a drink."

"But my students know that my family is not very wealthy, so maybe when I invite big guys to drink, I can't help you to drink good wine. I heard that three kinds of wine are popular in our Wengzhou area, from low to high according to the grade. It's Yi Mao Burn, Ninety Daqu and Ten Great Marshals!"

   "Then why don't you use the grade of wine to reward your three teams. The first one drinks the Ten Great Marshals, the second one drinks the Ninety Daqu, and the third one can only be burned at a drop, okay?"

   "Okay!" The militiamen suddenly got excited.

"This is good!"

   "Good guy, the first to drink the ten marshals?!"

  The Ten Great Marshals are good wines among civilians. This wine is bottled wine. From the title of 'Ten Yuan', you can know that a bottle of it is worth ten yuan.

  Ten yuan is undoubtedly very expensive, but it is a big bottle, and it should be called a jar of wine. A jar of five jin sells for ten yuan, but it is actually two yuan per jin.

But compared to Yi Mao Shao and Jiu Zero Daqu, this is still a good wine, especially since this wine is not sold in bulk, and people on the outer islands usually don't drink it. Only when you get married will some well-qualified people buy it to greet guests .

  Last time, Li Yansong and Li Yanhua brothers were going to buy this wine when they wanted to treat a guest, but in the end they were not willing to buy it.

   Yi Qiaomu's suggestion raised everyone's fighting spirit.

   Boldly stood up and shouted: "Okay, then our second team will come first!"

   "Your second team rest." Shi Dazhang stood up, "Our first team ranks first, let's come first!"

   boldly rolled up his sleeves and said, "Then use wrestling to decide who comes first!"

  Ding Deshui said disdainfully: "I have never been injured on my waist, you are not a bad wrestler!"

   In the end, they decided to win with scissors and hammers.

   Shi Dazhang was the first to be eliminated, and then the militiamen in their team complained about him: "Paralyzed, Captain Shi, did you touch your wife's ditch last night? Why are your hands so smelly?"

   Bold and simply won Ding Deshui.

  The second team applauded desperately.

   said boldly and triumphantly: "I said we will come first, you have to be ashamed, okay, now I will fulfill your wishes."

  Wang Yi gave him a thumbs up: "Bold, awesome!"

Boldly winked at him, and whispered: "There are tricks to guessing, especially two-person guessing. You can give him some hints by staring at the opponent's eyes. For example, if you put your fist on your mouth and cough, then the next time he is basically There will be a burden."

  Wang Yi gave two thumbs up this time:

  The militia did not read the art of war and fell in love with "Psychology", yes!

   After their discussion, they said to the host Shi Dashou: "Shi Shi, let's come to a "Sea Navigation Depends on the Helmsman"!"

"it is good!"

  Shi Dashou's legs were slightly staggered one after the other, and then he raised his hands and began to sing: "The sailing of the sea depends on the helmsman, the growth of all things depends on the sun - prepare, get up!"

   A resounding song rang out:

   "The sailing of the sea depends on the helmsman, the growth of all things depends on the sun, the rain and dew nourish the seedlings, and the revolution depends on the leader's ideas. Fish cannot do without water, melons cannot do without seedlings, and the revolutionary masses cannot do without the Communist Party..."

  Singing the popular song Wang Yi is not a big man, so he didn't go to hold everyone back, but sat in the corner thinking about "Ghost Blowing the Lantern".

   The plot is clear to him, but he can't describe many sentences in their original form.

   As a result, the ten major marshals' allure was stronger than that of storytelling. The militiamen forgot to ask him to talk about storytelling, and sang it from the afternoon until nightfall.

  Wang Yi can be regarded as cool to hear the red song:

"The commune is an evergreen vine, the members of the commune are melons on the vine, the melons are connected to the vine, the vines hold the melons, the fatter the vines, the sweeter the melons, the stronger the vines, the stronger the melons, the green vines of the commune Ten thousand families, working together to grow crops..."

"What about Langhe, what about Langhe, what about Langhehe, what about Helehehe, what about Langhehe, what about Herei, Gigan, the Ussuri River is long and long, and the blue water is rising. wave…"

  “…”

   His voice was loud and his fighting spirit was high, and the last one was hoarse.

   It was the reserve team who won. Ding Deshui was a good voice from the reserve team. He led and even sang tricks and played a duet with the militiamen.

  The second team drank the nine-zero Daqu, and the first team went to have a sizzling burn.

   This group of militiamen got angry, and they poured their anger on Shi Dazhang: "Captain Shi, how did you take the lead with a **** grin? Did you lick your wife's ditch last night? Why are you always out of tune?"

   There are also people who vent their dissatisfaction with yin and yang: "I really licked? What's the smell?"

  Shi Dazhang felt dark in his heart.

  Ok, you guys are cheap, you wait while drinking, I secretly spit into the wine jar, don't you want to know what it tastes like? Then I'll let you taste the gouzi for yourself!

   It was getting dark.

   It was still windy outside, but the rain stopped completely.

  Wang Yi went out to see.

  The night is cold and humid, not like July but February.

  The spring breeze in February is like scissors, and the scissors are constantly arranged and disordered.

  The ground on the top of the mountain was dry, and he went to the edge to look out at the sea.

  The clouds are heavy, and there must be heavy rain waiting.

   They are now within the typhoon's influence area, and when the typhoon passes, they will bring down the heavy rain.

   There are no stars in the sky, gloomy and gloomy.

   But the sea is bright.

  Wang Yi looked at the sea and was surprised to find that the sea at the edge of Dapeng Island was shining bright blue!

  The night sea has a brilliant blue color, this blue exudes a thin and bright light, revealing the color of resentment in the wild waves.

  The twilight drifted, the sea was turbulent, and huge waves flew up and slapped on the reefs, making a roaring sound, and scattered all around, like a bomb exploding.

  Blue bomb.

   On a night without moonlight and starlight, the waves should be colorless after blooming, but tonight the waves on Dapeng Island were dyed with a hazy halo.

   Originally, the clear and clear sea water suddenly had a melancholy temperament, and they swelled in pieces, driving large groups of blue fluorescence.

   is like a dream.

  Wang Yi did not expect to see the fluorescent sea here!

   He shouted to the others in surprise: "Hey, come and see, the sea has turned blue."

   The militiamen who came out to let out the wind heard the news and laughed after seeing it next to him: "This is Yasha Sea, what's so strange?"

   "It seems that this storm is not only afraid of us, but also the Dragon King. He killed Yaksha to sacrifice to the sky, and Yaksha's blood flowed out."

   "Teacher, Tian Jun, come and see, it's a sea of ​​fluorescent light, it's so beautiful - but be careful, it's very windy!"

  Wang Yi said: "Yes, this is a sea of ​​fluorescent light. The fluorescent sea on the outer islands is usually only found around the Dragon Boat Festival. I didn't expect to see such a large fluorescent sea today."

Yi Qiaomu is still literate, and he explained after seeing it: "This is caused by the flooding of seaweed rich in fluorescein in the body. It should have been blown over by the stormy day, shattering their appearance and rubbing the fluorescent light violently through the sea water. , and then a large swath of blue fluorescence is produced."

   "It's beautiful!"

   His student Tian Jun said: "Teacher, let me take a picture of you."

   They came with a camera, and before repairing the lighthouse, they had to take pictures of the lighthouse.

  Tian Jun went and carefully took out the camera from the suitcase.

  The militiamen were curious, and several young people gathered around to look at it. Tian Jun blocked them and said, "This is a Nikon camera, an imported product from Japan. Don't touch it, it's very expensive."

   Wang Yi's heart tightened.

  I rub it, isn't this one of the two F-3s you sold?

   He leaned in for a general look, and his heart tightened: "Is this a Nikon F-3?"

  Tian Jun said with a smile: "Do you still know the F-3? It seems that you are also a photographer, right? But I am an F-2, specifically an F-2A."

   Wang Yi was stunned.

   Does this Nikon camera exist in China?

   He asked, "How much is this camera?"

  Tian Jun said: "It's a few thousand dollars. I don't know the specifics. It was purchased by the school. It was bought the year before, and it was handed over to our Department of Architecture this year."

  The militiamen were speechless: "How many thousand dollars for such a small machine?"

   "Murder, steal money!"

   Wang Yi pondered thoughtfully.

  Since the F-2 can be imported, the F-3 should also be imported, so that I may be able to sell Nikon cameras in an open and honest way.

   He stood in the wind and thought, his eyes were a dark blue surging in the dark night.

  The wind is strong and turbulent, and the fluorescent sea of ​​Dapeng Island is not worse than the blue light beach.

  The fluorescence of Blue Light Beach is star-like, transparent, bright and quiet, with a romantic atmosphere.

  The fluorescence of Dapeng Island is very active, it is the blue spirit beating on the sea.

   The night was dark, and the ocean suddenly lit up.

   An extremely strong light was emitted from the tall lighthouse, and it continued to shine far and far. Wang Yi followed the light and seemed to be able to see the county pier!

   This lighthouse is awesome!

  The people at sea have an unusual kindness to the strong light emitted by the lighthouse, and the militiamen gathered together and looked at the light at sea.

  Under the strong light, the stormy waves are clearer.

  Some people also feel distressed about diesel oil and say to Song Guoqiang, "Uncle Qiang, there are no ships at sea tonight, why are you lighting the lights? Waste of oil."

  Song Guoqiang said: "Who said that there will be no boats on typhoon days? Maybe there are boats that don't know that there is a typhoon going out today, or that an ocean-going ship just came back, so our lighthouse will play a big role."

   "Besides, this is the government's regulation. No matter what the weather, as long as the lighthouse is not broken, it will emit light... The red star shines brightly..."

   After he finished speaking, he hummed a song.

   was apparently also infected by the afternoon militia group's song.

   They went to cook hot rice in batches to eat. The militiamen in Tianya Island continued to eat instant noodles and noodle soup and pancakes. Now the militiamen have a deeper feeling after Lago, and some people go to mix noodle soup and drink with a smile.

  Bold and others had to add more water and try to get some soup out.

  Li Yansong was very unhappy with a sad face.

  Too much water was added to this soup, which made the sauce very weak. He finally bought a pack of instant noodles, but he didn't get a good taste.

   After eating and drinking, Wang Yi was invited to the front.

  The militias still haven’t forgotten his storytelling…

  Therefore, Wang Yi's deep voice sounded in the dark room: "My grandfather's name is Hu Guohua, and the ancestor of the Hu family was a famous young lady from Shili Baxiang—no, he was a big landlord, a beautiful big landlord famous in Shili Baxiang."

"At the best of times, I bought several buildings and several streets in the city. Just by collecting rent, I could raise several daughters-in-law happily. But as the saying goes, wealth is only three generations. In my grandfather's generation, time entered the period of the Republic of China, and then the family began to decline..."

  The strong wind blew outside the house, and the people inside were scared out of their bodies.

  Wang Yi said in empty vernacular that "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" is naturally not as good as having a book in hand, and his talent to sing the world is not comparable to him.

   But the environment is coordinated tonight.

  A group of men were trapped on an isolated island on a windy day, and then listened to ghost stories in the dark night-Wang Yi paused when he thought of this:

   This is the most standard island mode in murder mystery novels!

   is also called Blizzard Hills Killing Mode!

   He hesitated, wondering if it should be changed to "Murder on the Orient Train". He is familiar with this story, and he likes suspense mystery novels very much.

   As soon as he stopped here, the militiamen became anxious: "Teacher Wang, please speak up."

   "Yes yes yes, continue, what happened after your grandfather went to Shisanlipu's cemetery?"

   "Not Mr. Wang's grandfather, Mr. Wang's surname is Wang..."

   "His ancestor's surname is Hu, that's right, Teacher Wang himself said..."

  Wang Yi rolled his eyes and had to continue speaking: "That night was the weather of Mao Moon, comrades, do you know what Mao Moon is?"

   Storytelling has been talking about the early morning.

   It started to rain again in the early morning, and the militiamen couldn’t bear it any longer, and began to fall asleep—too tired during the day.

  Dapeng Island has few houses and a large number of militiamen. They can only sit on their raincoats with their knees on their backs.

   Wang Yi couldn't sleep.

  The sound of wind, rain, and waves;

  The house is really messy.

   The wind started to decrease the next morning, so Yi Qiaomu let out a sigh of relief.

   He looked at the tall lighthouse and smiled: He did not disgrace his mission, and finally did not let the century-old lighthouse be destroyed by his own hands.

   So he looked at Wang Yi.

   The eyes are more and more appreciative.

  Shi Dazhang came to him and asked, "Expert Yi, we finally saved the lighthouse. This is a great achievement. When will we have a celebration banquet?"

Yi Qiaomu said: "Why do we have to wait for two days? The first is to repair the lighthouse first, and the second is that I want to ask the comrades from the commune to help me buy ingredients and wine, and also hire a cook. There are quite a few of us. A total of ten tables can’t be opened?”

  Shi Dazhang smiled and said, "No hurry, no hurry, we can wait."

   so they can pack up and get ready to leave.

   When the wind was lighter in the afternoon, the sky was not so gloomy, and the stormy waves at sea turned into waves, so Shi Dashou used the commune's motor boat to send them back one by one.

  Wang Yi and others returned to the dock, and someone shouted: "Mr. Wang, they are back!"

  The members who packed up by the shore immediately rushed to the pier:

   "Mr. Wang, are you guys back?"

   "How is it? Are you okay? Are you all back?"

   "The wind and rain have been fierce these two days. How did you guys go to work? It's easy to catch the wind and cold when exposed to the wind and rain. Let's go back and boil some brown sugar **** water, Director Hongmei."

   Looking at the eager expressions of the members and listening to their caring inquiries, Wang Yi was warm and answered one by one:

   "Come back, Second Uncle Qing Aunt, we are all back."

   "It's okay, nothing happened, a lot of them came back."

   "Don't bother to boil the brown sugar **** water, let's get some sleep. Last night, everyone was crowded into a small room and couldn't sleep well."

  Wang Xianghong, who was in charge of the post-disaster reconstruction work, strode over. He smiled when he saw everyone came back: "Okay, it's true that Mr. Wang will lead the team. A lot of them have been brought back to our production team."

  Bold and the others shouted: "Secretary, you are really far-sighted. Fortunately, Mr. Wang led the team..."

   "I'm sloppy, you don't know, it's not Mr. Wang that I have to die this time..."

   "Bah ah ah, don't talk nonsense. But it's not Teacher Wang, we are really exhausted this trip, Teacher Wang is really amazing, he is really Zhuge Liang, one strategy will rule the world..."

   Autumn Weishui came in a hurry again.

  Wang Yi led her away directly.

He yawned and said, "I'm fine, but I'm sleepy. I have to go back to sleep first. I'm not tired, but I didn't sleep well last night. Hundreds of big men were stuffed in a hut, like a school of canned fish. Lying can't lie down, standing can't stand, toss!"

   Qiu Weishui said with concern: "Have something to eat? I'll go and cook something for you."

  Wang Yi smiled and said, "Wait for me to sleep, this time I'm really sleepy. You can do anything for me when I wake up. It's best for me to eat yourself."

   Qiu Weishui pursed his lips and smiled: "What nonsense? Are you eating human flesh? Eating human flesh is against the law!"

  Wang Yi was dumbfounded.

   This girl doesn't know what 'give me to eat' means.

  After he returned, Lao Huang led four little milk dogs to surround him with their tails wagging. The tiger-headed sea eagle squatted on the stove and tilted its head to stare at him. The feathers on his body were messy and stained with a lot of sand.

   Qiu Weishui introduced him: "Oh, I don't know whether to call this sea eagle clever or stupid. What's going on? Wasn't there a big thunderbolt yesterday? It was frightened and flew around."

"But the wind was too strong, and it blew it into the sea. Fortunately, the waves were fierce and pushed it ashore. After it was pushed up, it hurriedly drilled into the sand. On the other side of the bay, it drilled into the sand on the upper edge of the bay. After staying for a day and a night, it was only discovered when the wind stopped just now."

"At that time, most of it was buried in the wind, with its head and one wing outside. The members thought it was a seabird that was thrown to death in the sand by the typhoon, so they happily dug it out, only to recognize it after digging it out. , isn't this our sea eagle?"

   Wang Yi said: "This is not a sea eagle, this is a sand sculpture."

   He pondered for a while, the name is fine.

  The sand sculpture is probably also a little veiled and turned. This group doesn't know how to pack up the feathers, and is squatting on the stove with a skeptical bird.

  Wang Yi washed her face, changed her clothes and tie her head to sleep.

   Qiu Weishui deftly propped up his raincoat, took away his clothes and shoes, and washed him.

   I slept in the dark.

   It was dark after waking up. Wang Yi looked out and was taken aback, thinking that the typhoon had come back in a circle.

   Let the sea breeze outside the window blow, he woke up, looked up at the stars in the sky, and realized that it was night.

   Taking this opportunity, he went back for 22 years. After counting the days, Qiu Danian and the others had already returned to Wengzhou, so Wang Yi sent a message to Qiu Danian, asking him to investigate the 1982 case of secret agents making up rumors.

   This case should not be considered a secret. Judging from the discussions on the forum, many people have an impression of this matter, indicating that the gang was arrested and put on trial in an open and honest manner.

   He was afraid that Qiu Danian would not have enough connections, so he asked Qiu Danian to ask Yuan Hui and Rao Yi.

   At the same time, he sent the photos of the old Dongfeng 120 camera to the two of them to see if they could find a suitable opportunity to sell them.

  This camera is also hundreds of thousands of things.

   Director Jing hasn't sent him a message yet, and the old man's genetic test results haven't come out yet, so Wang Yi has arranged the task to go back to 1982.

   Typhoon days are magical.

  The sea will become calm before the wind comes and after the wind goes away, but it will be earth-shattering only when the typhoon comes.

   After he got up, he went to Wang Xianghong's house. Qiu Weishui saw him entering and went to the kitchen to cook for him. Wang Xianghong, who was smoking, knocked on the cigarette pot and asked him, "Have you been sleeping well?"

  Wang Yi said: "Well, it's comfortable, how is it, how is the loss on our island?"

Wang Xianghong said: "There is no big loss. It's nothing to do if you are fully prepared. Anyway, we have to experience several typhoons every year, that is, the courtyard wall of Lord Shouxing's house and the thatched hut of Daquan's house collapsed. This will be done by sending two workers tomorrow to help them repair and repair. , little things."

"The best thing is that there is no damage to the glass!" Xiufang came over and poured him a bowl of cool white water with a smile, "It turns out that sticking tape can also prevent the glass from being blown. This year, Mr. Wang, your guidance is good, and you have saved money and tickets!"

  Wang Dongfang also came to speak: "We will wait for the cadres of the flood control office to come and count the losses. We have to ask for a few glass tickets, and we can make some money by selling them. Good or bad, we will repair the yard wall for the birthday party."

  Wang Xianghong waved his hand to let the couple go away. Wang Dongfang took his wife away and said, "This is a meeting of two generations of leaders of the production team, and it is a meeting of senior cadres. Our members are far away, so don't listen to confidential information."

   "Fuck off, go to bed early if you have nothing to do, and go to work tomorrow when the weather is fine." Wang Xianghong yelled at him.

Looking back, the old party secretary showed a bit of bitterness to Wang Yi again: "Oh, the tape you sent has played a big role, helping our team to avoid some losses collectively, but there are still losses on the side of Caimiaozi, the losses are quite severe, alas ."

  Wang Yi said: "It doesn't matter, just wait for me on Sunday. I will go to Shanghai again this Sunday to get some vegetable seedlings or seeds and bring them here. It's still too late to plant them now."

   Wang Xianghong nodded: "Foreign persimmons, peppers, eggplants, etc. can bear fruit in two months, and now they can be planted in time."

   But he sighed again: "Although we are not experts in growing vegetables, but we also know some basics. It will be too hot in the next day, can the seedlings withstand the weather?"

  Wang Yi said: "It shouldn't be a big problem. Although we are hot here, it is not dry, it is relatively humid, and it is quite friendly to the seedlings."

   Qiuwei Shui boiled a large bowl of noodles for him, covered with dark green toon leaves.

   This is the toon leaves that have been pinch off and salted in spring.

   Those who don't like to eat can't stand it, but it's delicious for those who like to eat.

  Wang Yi belongs to the type of people who like to eat Chinese toon.

  To him the taste of toon is the taste of spring, so he does not resist this taste.

   While he was eating the noodles, Wang Xianghong asked him, "You didn't go and feel the monkeys? There must be monkeys on the mountain after the rain."

  Wang Yi was very interested in this: "Yes, but do we know much about Tianya Island?"

  Wang Xianghong said: "A lot, a lot. Just wait, it won't take three or two days for the cries to be heard all over the mountains and fields, making people unable to sleep."

  Wang Yi said to Qiu Weishui, "Let's go and find out, shall we?"

   Qiu Weishui happily said: "Okay, I happened to have a flashlight with me."

  Wang Yi said: "Don't use a flashlight..."

   "No flashlight?" Xiufang came over to clean up the dishes for him, "Mr. Wang, what do you want to do when you lead Mr. Xiaoqiu into the woods without a flashlight?"

  Wang Yi said embarrassedly: "I mean she doesn't need her flashlight. I have a flashlight over there. My classmate made my own flashlight when I was in college, but it's bright."

  Wang Xianghong asked with interest: "Your classmates still make their own flashlights? Is it so powerful?"

  Wang Yi explained: "I either make the raw materials and make the flashlight myself, or I buy the accessories, and then change and combine them, so that the power of the flashlight is high and the light is bright."

   His flashlight was naturally brought over from 22 years.

   But in order to prevent people from seeing the problem, he really did a DIY, using the casing of an old-fashioned tin flashlight, and then a set of rechargeable flashlights inside.

Very bright!

   Absolute night catching weapon!

  Wang Xianghong asked again: "By the way, Mr. Wang, you also said that you are going to lead the students of our school to learn to assemble radios. Do you still have to do this?"

  Wang Yi said: "Of course I have to do it, but don't worry, I still need some electronic parts, which have to be mailed from the capital, but they haven't been delivered yet."

   "So, or tell Uncle Gao, let him make some radio boxes first."

   Wang Xianghong asked hesitantly, "Can Ergao do this?"

  Wang Yi gestured and said: "It's very simple, we don't need to pay much attention to the aesthetics, it's just a boxy little box, leaving room for the installation of knobs and the sound of the iron gauze..."

   Wang Xianghong understood what he meant and said: "Then I will tell Ergao, you can find him when you have time, and give him more detailed instructions."

  Wang Yi agreed to come down, and led Qiuweishui out and up the mountain, Lao Huang strolled down below, and saw them follow up.

   There will be a lot of people who get to know the monkey.

  The adults and children were all dispatched, and the dogs of the production team followed with wagging their tails. They were overjoyed when they saw Lao Huang, and hurried up to smell Lao Huang's ass.

  The reason why the word 'touch' is used on the island is because it really needs to be touched - the members have flashlights at home, but they are reluctant to use batteries.

   So the children and adults have to get close to the trees and stretch out their hands to explore.

  However, the situation has improved this year. Every household has lights, and there are street lights at intersections, so that the trees in front of the door and the trees at the intersection can be illuminated by the peripheral light, and the monkeys in these places are immediately swept away.

  Wang Yi and Qiu Weishui were walking on the mountain.

   There was water on the mountain just after it rained, so he turned on his flashlight.

   On this dark night.

   Occasionally there are a few dim flashlights shining in the forest.

   Then the light in Wang Yi's hand lit up—

Its daybreak!

  Old Huang was taken aback by the sudden light, he stepped back suddenly and shouted at the light, "Wow!"

   Soon another voice sounded from a tree above: "What is this? Why is it so bright?"

   Qiu Weishui was also surprised: "Mr. Wang, how did you change it, how can you change it to be so bright?"

   Wang Yi smiled and said, "Just use a small light bulb with high power."

   Qiu Weishui asked: "But such a light bulb consumes power quickly."

  Wang Yi unscrewed the flashlight and showed it to her: "So I'm not using an ordinary battery, it's an industrial battery, not stuffed into it, I just use a generator and socket to power it up."

  The strong light of his flashlight quickly attracted a few teenagers around, and the teenagers who came to feel the monkey ran over.

  Wang Yi moved the flashlight over and saw that they had more or less a few chia monkeys in their hands.

   The harvest is still a lot!

  Wang Ugly Cat handed the Chi monkey directly to him and said, "Mr. Wang, I gave it to you and Teacher Xiaoqiu. You have a flashlight, and the light is so bright, then you lead us to touch the Chi Monkey."

  Wang Yi was not happy when he heard it.

   He handed the flashlight to Ugly Cat Wang and said, "Then use this flashlight. Teacher and Teacher Xiaoqiu have to get to know the monkey, because the leader said that if you do it yourself, the fruits of your labor will taste the best!"

   This is a cover up.

   Actually, he wanted to get along with Qiu Weishui privately.

  I know how fun it is for a monkey to touch a girl's hand?

   Everyone, don't scold me, I couldn't do anything about pushing books before. The leader told me that I'm a street writer, and I can't twist my arms around tower cranes.

   (end of this chapter)