Wang Yi picked up the purchased goods, while Xu Heng was responsible for pushing the generator. Sometimes he had to carry it up and take it over when encountering obstacles.

The two bought tickets and got on the boat. They went to the county wharf to find a sailboat and rushed back to Tianya Island.

Because it was the first passenger ship I took, it was still early after returning to Tianya Island, and it was less than nine o'clock.

There were women wearing straw hats and old men working on the dock.

Seeing the two of them struggling to go to the dock, the neighboring members came to help: "What are you going to buy?"

"Ha, Teacher Xu, what are you moving? A machine."

Wang Yi said: "This is a diesel generator!"

"Diesel generator? There is not much diesel on our island. Teacher Wang, what are you buying this for?" the woman asked in confusion.

The diesel sent by the supply and marketing company was stored in the basement warehouse, and the members did not know that the production team had already saved so much diesel.

Wang Yi smiled and said, "It's about generating electricity."

An old man shook his head and disagreed: "Is this a guy who burns diesel? Oil tiger, I have seen such machines. When we had troops here, the troops used such generators."

Other elderly people looked at it with their hands behind their backs and expressed their opinions by the way:

"Yes, it's so oily. The People's Liberation Army has to find a ship to transport oil specifically. How can our production team afford it?"

"Besides, we have the kind of machine that steps on the power generation. How good is that machine. There is no need to spend money or burn oil. Just step on it."

"That's right, that generator that doesn't burn oil is powerful. Just like the immortal magic, people will send out the electricity when they go up and hit them. How powerful!"

Wang Yi said: "The machine does not consume fuel but does not consume energy. This machine sends two diesels at one kilometer of electricity, and those machines sends two steamed buns at one kilometer of electricity. Moreover, the machine has a large power and stable voltage..."

Forget it, I won't explain it.

The old people didn't listen to his explanation and kept shaking their heads:

"We will always be born. Besides, there are many people in our team. If you go up and step on it, you will send out the electricity, which will not consume a few bites of food."

Wang Yi smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, this machine is not used to generate electricity and lighting. You will know its effectiveness in a few days."

There were militia digging a pole pit at the foot of the mountain. When Wang Yi saw it, he called him over and lifted the generator with Xu Heng.

The person who came here was Wang Dongyang. When he saw the generator, he was frightened: "Ah? Teacher Wang, why did you come back with this thing? Oil tiger, just our production team has enough diesel to drink?"

Wang Yi was too lazy to explain and said directly: "I took it back and studied it myself. Can it be done if I don't use it to generate electricity?"

Wang Dongyang grinned: "Okay, you can do whatever you want."

The two carried the machine up the mountain. Wang Xianghong was standing at the entrance of the brigade committee to smoke. When he saw the generator appear, he was stunned and rushed up in three steps:

"Teacher Wang, this is"

Without asking the rest, Wang Yi nodded and understood his meaning: "I sent it two days ago. A friend I knew from Wengzhou helped me and stored it in the warehouse."

Wang Xianghong waved happily and said, "Then let go, let go, I'll take a good look at this machine."

Wang Dongyang put the generator on the ground and asked in confusion: "Brand Secretary, this is an oil tiger. Are you the most opposed to eating and drinking? It is the best way to eat and drink, eat diesel, drink diesel!"

Wang Xianghong glared at him: "You know what a fool, this is a good thing!"

Wang Dongyang was not convinced, but did not dare to retort, so he had to silence his lips and run down and continue working.

Wang Xianghong squatted on the ground and stroked the generator. The rough old hand swept across it slowly, as if he was stroking the baby's delicate skin.

He asked Wang Yi, "Can this machine work?"

There was also diesel in the generator's fuel tank. Wang Yi inserted the shaking handle and shook it hard to start the generator.

Generators these days use shaker handles, called shaker. In order not to attract people's attention, he specially asked Qiu Danian to find such an old generator.

The shaking handle turned, the generator started roaring with a 'roar', and black smoke quickly emerged from the exhaust pipe.

Then as the sound is smooth, the color of the black smoke quickly fades into white smoke.

The students who were taking physical education classes in front of the school building were shocked by the sound and turned their heads to look at it. When they saw the machine, they put away their beloved little tops and ran over to watch the fun:

“This is a generator!”

"Yes, it's the generator. I saw it when I was watching a movie, it was almost the same as this one."

"You don't know anything. This is not a generator. This is the engine of the tractor. My second uncle and his commune have an engine!"

Wang Xianghong was very happy when he heard the loud and powerful roar. He smiled so hard that he couldn't stop and pointed at the machine and exclaimed: "It's this, the sound of this engine is nice, it sounds so nice!"

Then he quickly said, "Don't waste diesel, hurry up, close it quickly."

Wang Yi turned off the fire and the engine was quickly suffocated to death.

The students reached out to touch them, and Wang Zhuangyuan touched the chimney and quickly recycled them: "It's hot."

Wang Xianghong knocked him with a pipe rod: "You kid, are you looking for death? Fortunately, the machine only worked for a while. If it worked for a class, you can touch the chimney and burn your hands!"

"If it is boiled, add some braised ingredients to make a stewed pig's trotter, right, Wang Zhuangyuan?" Wang Yi teased him.

The boy smirked and scratched his head, and asked, "Teacher Wang, where did you get such a big guy? Are we going to power on the island from door to door?"

Wang Yi said: "Yes, electricity is on from door to door."

The students immediately cheered: "Oh, the lights are going to be used at home!"

"In the future, I can do my homework under the light at home, so I don't have to go out. When I go out, I will always ask me to play, which will delay my study."

"Teacher Wang, assign more homework in the future. You have assigned too little homework!"

Wang Yi was shocked.

I have never seen such a request in my life.

The machine was temporarily stored in the brigade committee.

Wang Xianghong asked Wang Yi with anticipation: "Can you repair the projector when the wire is sent?"

Wang Yi said: "It will take three or four days no matter what. So if the wires and curtains are delivered quickly, we will be able to watch the movie this week. And guess what movie did I borrow from my friends in the city?"

Wang Xianghong leaned over and asked, "What? Is it "Tunnel Warfare"?"

Wang Yi took out a roll of movies from his bag and showed them to him: "It's "Shaolin Temple"!"

Before Wang Xianghong could speak, Xu Hengba pulled up and took the movie to his hand and started watching it hungrily.

Originally, the movie belt was not visible, but the movie belt was packaged. The outside was an old version of the poster of "Shaolin Temple" in order to maintain the sense of the age, the poster used a promotional picture from 1982.

Jet Li above poses in a posture of spreading his wings, bald head, monk's robes, arhat shoes, and heroic posture, with murderous aura.

At the same time, the tender ones can pinch out the water.

Xu Heng's big hand flipped the video tape and nodded happily: "Yes, it's this, it's this "Shaolin Temple". Do you think the branch secretary?"

Wang Xianghong said, "I didn't look at it, is it good? When I went to the city, they all said they were watching it. When I went there last month, I didn't have any luggage in the county."

Wang Yi said: "Now it has it. This movie is so good. I have copied many videotapes and every cinema has it."

Xu Heng said: "It must be good. I think this is the best movie."

"I tell you that I use my party spirit to guarantee that this movie is so good!"

"You must have never seen such a beautiful one, nor have I seen such a beautiful one. I didn't feel satisfied with it. I wanted to watch it again, but I had no money, and I'm 60 cents a movie ticket!"

Wang Yi said in surprise: "60 cents per movie ticket? How did you buy movie tickets? We only cost one cent per ticket in our county!"

Xu Heng said helplessly: "At that time, I couldn't get the tickets. If you want to see them, you have to buy the tickets that others have already bought. They sold them at a higher price and sold them for 60 cents!"

Wang Xianghong said angrily: "This is a standard speculative behavior!"

Xu Heng smiled self-deprecatingly: "There are some speculations in the city now, so let's not care about them. Let's talk about "Shaolin Temple" first."

He stroked the poster on the strap and looked happy: "Teacher Wang, how about we let him go ten times in a row?"

Wang Yi waved his hand and said, "Why put so much? Just put it twice and see, the generator consumes diesel."

Wang Xianghong said, "Yes, it's OK to put it twice to enjoy it. This machine is not as good as the one we used to pedal. It doesn't cost oil, but this cost oil!"

Wang Yi and Xu Heng left.

Wang Xianghong put down the pipe rod and found a dry rag, and carefully wiped the machine.

The rough big hand is particularly gentle.

Some students are taking physical education classes, and some students are going to see the asphalt pond.

Shiaotai is now surrounded by wooden boards and chairs, and is made into a soil fence to prevent children from entering.

Boldly burn the fire here and cook the asphalt here and also be responsible for guarding.

At this time, an iron box was erected on the Shiao platform. The iron box was the same as a drawer, but it was very narrow, about two meters long, half a meter wide and half a meter deep. It was a tool specially used by the Power Bureau to burn asphalt.

Below the iron box is a fire-burning furnace. More than ten thick steel sticks more than one meter long are arranged with gaps, supporting the iron box with high in the west and low in the east.

Firewood and coal were placed under the steel sticks. The flames were burning in hot weather, making the bold sweat.

At this time, he was wearing only a pair of cow's nose shorts with his shirtless body. His skin was dark, his muscles were strong, and his chest was covered with heart-protecting hair. The temperature was too high, and some heart-protecting hairs were burned by fire and had already been bent.

The students shouted, "Uncle Dabing, fry the telephone pole!"

Wang Yi has seen a telephone pole these days before, it is just a piece of wood.
To be continued...