Chapter 135 Ushering in a new era

Jiang Lu's shoulders trembled slightly and she said cowardly, "I really can't remember what he looks like, and I hear you keep mentioning him."

Zhou Chunhe went crazy and kicked the small bench under his feet.

"Did you throw something?" Jiang Lu returned to reality and took back her guilt. It was none of her business what she felt guilty about!

Zhou Chunhe realized that he had lost his composure and hurriedly raised the stool, "You really can't remember him?"

"If you tell me more, I might be able to remember something." She didn't care, she just wanted to hear a story.

"What a beautiful idea!" Zhou Chunhe felt much more balanced, but the flash of panic in his eyes still fell into Jiang Lu's eyes.

Probably, he was really afraid of losing her. Therefore, Jiang Lu decided to stop teasing him.

But the more Zhou Chunhe thought about it, the more panicked he became. He found that he couldn't remember Zhao Lei's face, only an ambiguous outline, what his nose looked like, what his forehead looked like, he couldn't remember anything.

He has heard of Alzheimer's disease, but he is only in his twenties and not in his thirties, so he won't have this disease, right?

"I said to the village chief, we don't lack people shouting slogans here. If you really can't do it, why not work as a support for the big guys and buy some cigarettes? It's okay to contribute some money without any effort."

The village chief's face looked ugly at this moment, as if Zhou Chunhe was the village chief and he was just a vote-taker.

On the afternoon when the electricity was turned on, all the men, women, and children in the village were waiting at home. Farmers and vegetable farmers did not go to the fields. Even those who had been paralyzed in bed for several years had their eyes wide open, waiting to witness this historic moment.

"Aren't you asked to listen to the radio announcement at home?" the village chief said displeased.

At the moment when she was feeling emotional, a golden light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and then the whole room became soft.

Jiang Lu pulled Zhou Chunhe and motioned for him to pick up his son and take a look.

This situation reminds people of the big pot rice era that just ended. With some nostalgia and reluctance, everyone worked very energetically and spared no effort.

Zhou Chunhe reached out with his long arms, lifted his son above his head, and let him straddle his shoulders. This time, both father and son could enjoy watching.

Zhou Chunhe got over his addiction and didn't delve deeper. His wife had told him to keep a line in his life so that they could meet each other easily in the future. Although he didn't think it was necessary, he still had to listen to his wife's words, otherwise he would suffer from amnesia again.

That's the second Zhao Lei.

"Daughter-in-law, are you done washing?"

Zhou Chunhe was so tall that he could reach out and touch the light bulb. He raised his head and couldn't see enough.

"You said all the bad things by yourself, and I'm still talking about a ball!" the village chief said angrily.

"Then it's unanimously approved, and the second master doesn't have to go to work." Zhou Chunhe made the final summary.

When the call came, everyone was stunned from afternoon to evening.

The whole sky above Wangjiaba was filled with an indescribable excitement and excitement.

Zhou Chunhe raised his head to glance at the light bulb. He also raised his head, but he didn't know what he was looking at, so he smiled at the empty air as a greeting.

Zhou Chunhe grinned at the village chief and said, "Village Chief, look, no one objects, please tell me."

Jiang Lu couldn't bear to break his beautiful fantasy. The light was dim, but it was only better than an oil lamp. It also consumed a lot of electricity. Is it really like daylight? It would take more than ten years.

The next day, village chief Wang Youliang and several other village cadres went to the village headquarters early in the morning to wait for the workers pulling the cables. Before the workers arrived, they saw villagers crowding in.

The village chief held the whistle behind his back and pointed it at Zhou Chunhe, "Why are you everywhere? Am I not organizing the big guys to work? Why are you not contributing?"

When he thought of Zhao Lei, Zhou Chunhe wanted to slap himself twice, "Why do you want him to do nothing!"

My son Zhou Tian couldn't reach him at his feet and he screamed in anxiety.

Mrs. Zhou Huang, help me.

She knew what it was. This historic moment made even a person from a new era like her very excited, let alone a person who was used to darkness.

Zhou Chunhe took out the petition and requested that the second master be relieved of his job.

"Play a ball!" the village chief said, and went to find an electrician with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, the comrades who pulled the cable arrived, and Wangjiaba Village finally ushered in the age of electricity.

"This, this is not nonsense!" The village chief's face turned blue and white for a while, and he passed the petition with everyone's fingerprints on to other cadres to see.

There was a flurry of echoes later, especially from parents whose children were in school, and their voices became louder and louder.

For Wang Ziqiang's sake, Zhou Chunhe endured it, but couldn't hold it back and took action.

For several days in a row, everyone started and finished work together, burying cables and erecting telephone poles. Everyone was still shouting slogans and singing songs of unity. In the fields, long-lost songs rang out again, showing the long-lost labor.

scene.

There was a rumble underneath, and the hand that had just been raised neatly took it back.

"That's right, that's right." He shouted from behind.

Among them, village chief Wang Youliang is an exception.

Jiang Lu saw Zhou Chunhe's eyes sparkling, as if something was twinkling.

Little Zhou Tian didn't know what was going on, but he watched his father walking around as if it was fun, so he followed behind him, imitating his father's behavior, ticking.

Walking back and forth.

When Jiang Lu came in, she saw the father and son, lowering their heads and raising their heads in synchrony. She could finally see how similar the two people carved from the same mold were. Genes are really powerful.

"That's right, if you touch it later, it will still be hot to your hands." Jiang Lu said with a smile.

Every progress of humankind, and those who are lucky enough to participate in it, are worthy of celebration.

"Village Chief, we have something to talk about." Zhou Chunhe was not behind the scenes this time and stepped forward directly to confront the village chief.

Zhou Chunhe reached out and touched the light bulb, "Is it hot?"

Several village cadres walked away in despair. Wang Youliang was so angry that his blood pressure soared.

Just as Zhou Chunhe speculated, the village chief took the first place in shouting slogans because of his age, seniority, being an official, and being unable to do anything well.

"What's going on?" When the village chief saw it was Zhou Chunhe, his expression softened.

"From now on, I can do whatever I want at night. I no longer have to rush to eat and sleep before dark." Zhou Chunhe said childishly.

There were a lot of white flowers underneath, and their hands were raised high. Zhou Chunhe stepped on the bench and looked down from a high position. Everyone there raised their hands.

Zhou Chunhe rubbed his ears, "Yes, we are just shouting slogans, all the strength is ours. Uncle, I'm afraid your throat is about to smoke by now. It's quite tiring, don't you think so?"

"Who would gossip like this? We will vote by a show of hands now. Those who agree that the second master will not work will raise their hands." After Zhou Chunhe finished speaking, he was the first to raise his hand.

Several cadres looked at each other with ugly faces, and finally the village chief said, "We also considered fairness at the beginning and were afraid that someone would gossip."

"Raise your hands if you disagree." Zhou Chunhe said again.

"With so many young and old men in Wangjiaba Village, we cannot allow an 80-year-old man to go into battle. Besides, he is still an old man who has contributed to the village. We cannot afford to lose this man." Zhou Chunhe took the lead and said.

"Well, that's it."

Zhou Chunhe chuckled, "It's our first call, so we have to celebrate." As he said that, his eyes started to wander.

Jiang Lu couldn't laugh or cry: This is indeed worthy of celebration, but why her? He cares about light bulbs, he should sleep with them in his arms.

But it was too late, Zhou Chunhe had already arrived...

Zhou Tian: Where am I? Who am I?
Chapter completed!