Chapter 13 A big river has wide waves

Author: Lady calm down

Chapter 13 A big river has wide waves

The second day of March.

At three o'clock in the night.

The refugee village was already dark.

Only one of the two shacks had a little light leaking through the crack in the door.

There is no one living in this shack, and only Chen Chu comes in and out on weekdays.

Several simple seedbeds were set up on one side of the shack, covered with a layer of straw curtains for insulation.

Under the straw curtain, potatoes, sweet potatoes and other seed potatoes are buried in the shallow sand.

The sprout tips of about one centimeter have sprouted from the eyes of the potato sprouts. The seedling promotion process is basically completed. The next step is to cut into pieces according to the distribution of sprout points and transplant them into the field.

The tomato seeds on another seedbed have also turned white after germination.

In the middle of the shack, a wooden board was set up with a few stones, turning it into a simple workbench.

At this time, Chen Chu was sitting in front of the oil lamp, tinkering with a battery.

During these days, Chen Chu not only moved the seeds and tools in the truck up the mountain, but also spent a lot of time removing the vehicle's battery, wiring, and even the cigarette lighter.

One end of the line is connected to the positive and negative terminals of the battery, the other end is connected to the cigarette lighter, then the car charger is inserted into the cigarette lighter, and finally the mobile phone charging cable is connected.

If a 12V lead-acid battery wants to charge a mobile phone battery with a rated voltage of 3.7V, a voltage regulator is required.

If Chen Chu were asked to rub the voltage regulator with his hands, he would definitely not be able to do it.

Fortunately, he had a cigarette lighter-to-USB charger.

"Huh~"

Before inserting the charging cable plug into the charging port of the mobile phone, Chen Chu let out a sigh of relief and felt a little nervous.

Then, the phone made a soft 'ding dong' sound.

A faint light that does not belong to this era gradually lights up from the screen.

Chen Chu looked at the 'resurrected' mobile phone and couldn't help but laugh.

The idea of ​​charging the mobile phone originated from Yang Zhen, the eldest son and others who begged to tell "Journey to the West" again every day.

But the chapters he could remember had already been told, and the rest could only be made up randomly, but there were always times when he couldn't make it up.

At this time, Chen Chu remembered that there were e-books on his mobile phone such as the Four Great Classics published by Zhonghua Book Company, the complete works of Jin Yong and even online novels.

However, the reason why he went through so much trouble was not just to tell stories to Yang Zhen and others.

What's more important is to market the vegetables being cultivated.

The process from the emergence of a brand-new vegetable to its widespread acceptance can take anywhere from three to five years to hundreds of years.

If you want to promote it, you need guidance and publicity.

But now there is neither the Internet nor television.

Therefore, Chen Chu urgently needs a publicity platform.

And "Journey to the West", which everyone loves to read, can be regarded as a good carrier. An excellent story has the characteristics of spontaneity and viral spread.

There is a high probability that Journey to the West will spread around the world.

In this way, Chen Chu can do more tricks, such as changing the chapter "Wuzhuang Guan Stealing Ginseng Fruit" in which Sun Monkey stole the ginseng fruit of Zhenyuan Daxian to "Wuzhuang Guan Stealing Tomatoes".

Next, Ruo Chenchu ​​will take advantage of the situation and launch tomatoes that are said to take ten thousand years to ripen in the book.

I think it will attract a lot of good people to try it out.

Propaganda related to emperors and gods has been a common tactic used by businesses since ancient times.

You may not have seen it, but on the spray-painted cloths in many street food shops in later generations, they will definitely mention Kangxi, Qianlong and Cixi, and mention Cao Guojiu, Zhang Guolao and Lu Dongbin.

Compared with their mechanical methods, Chen Chu's product placement is undoubtedly more advanced.

However, the 12V60ah car battery is only 720wh; his mobile phone battery is 4000 mAh, 3.7V* 4ah = 14.8 wh.

If you do not consider the possible battery loss and the energy consumption of the cigarette lighter, conversion charger and other circuits, nearly 50 charges can be completed.

Of course, this is a hypothetical perfect situation.

If you are unlucky, it is possible that the battery will run out of power after charging it three or five times.

In order to conserve power, Chen Chu quickly read through ten lines at a glance, and while his memory was clear, he transcribed Journey to the West in the form of an outline on paper.

At the end of Haishi.

Chen Chu stood up, stretched out, and put away the paper full of words.

To save power, the mobile phone is turned off.

Looking at the gradually darkening screen, Chen Chu didn't know what he thought of, and stood there in a daze for a while.

Then he opened the door bolt and walked out.

The air outside is crisp and clear, and the sky is filled with stars.

A Milky Way stretches across the night sky from northeast to south, like a rushing river, flowing thousands of miles.

Chen Chu looked up for a while, but did not turn into another shack next to it. Instead, he turned around and walked towards the cliff on the east side of Tuohu Village.

Perhaps because of the impact of restarting the phone, some hypocritical thoughts couldn't help but pop up.

Chen Chu sat on a big rock in front of the cliff, stroking a ten-hole harmonica in his hand and smiling self-deprecatingly.

His mother is a music teacher who likes to play and listen to operas. Chen Chu also has these hobbies.

This harmonica was a gift from Chen's mother, and Chen Chu always kept it with him.

Licking his dry lips, he held the harmonica and brought it to his lips.

The melodious sound of the piano slowly came out.

It's just that the mountains and rivers are far and wide, and we can never see each other again. The sound of the piano cannot penetrate time and space.

Late at night.

It was quiet inside the small shack.

After the cat put the tiger's head to sleep, it waited for Chen Chu to come back.

During this period, she even heard the sound of Chen Chu bolting the door of the shack next door.

But then, Chen Chu still didn’t come in

The cat couldn't help but feel worried, so he put on his shoes and walked out.

By the starlight, the cat walked around the silent village without finding anyone, until he heard a burst of ethereal music, and then followed the sound and walked over.

Then he saw Qing Ming's back in the night, sitting east on a big rock.

Perhaps because of the feeling of loneliness lingering around his back, Mao'er suddenly felt a dull feeling in his heart.

It's probably a feeling of distress.

"What's wrong? You're still up so late?" Hearing the sound of footsteps, Chen Chu moved his harmonica and asked after turning around to see who was coming.

Mao'er didn't answer. He climbed up the big rock on his hands and feet, then sat down next to Chen Chu with his arms and knees, and then asked softly: "Are you homesick?"

Chen Chu chuckled, neither denying nor admitting.

"Are you missing your two ladies from Dongsheng Shenzhou?" Mao'er asked again, lowering his eyelids.

"The lady from Dongsheng Shenzhou? Where did I come from? There are two more?" Chen Chu asked strangely.

He said it casually at the beginning and didn't take it to heart at all. How could he still remember this lie?

"On the day we went up the mountain, you showed me two small paintings, and you said they were your wives." Mao'er remembered them very clearly.

"Those two," Chen Chu couldn't help but laugh: "Those two are action stars."

"Even an action star?" Mao'er seemed to be unusually interested in whether Chen Chu had a wife.

"That's what an action star is." Chen Chu thought for a while and explained: "She's a woman who knows kung fu. The one named Fukada is good at riding and shooting; the one named Momono is good at playing bombs. Both of them are capable of killing people without being seen.

Master!"

"Well" the cat seemed to understand but not quite.

However, it is enough to know that those two ladies are not his wives.

The cat raised its little face and looked at the deep night sky, with an imperceptible smile at the corner of its mouth.

"Mao'er, is your father separated from you? Or has he passed away?" Chen Chu suddenly asked.

Right now, the two of them are a couple in name only. When Mao'er gets older, Chen Chu can turn the fake into the real one, so he feels it's necessary to get to know him more deeply.

Mao'er still maintained her posture of looking up at the sky. Just when Chen Chu thought she didn't want to say anything, Mao'er spoke up: "During the Ding Wei crisis seven years ago, the Jinren destroyed the city of Tokyo and went from house to house.
To be continued...