Du Chen carefully knocked on the glass tube inside with a screwdriver, and with the help of needle-nosed pliers, he finally took out the wick bit by bit.
Now the light bulb is just a glass bulb on the outside, with the glass tube and tungsten filament inside already taken out.
"Chenchen, what's the use of this?"
"Sister Miaomiao, you'll know when it's done."
Du Chen took some coarse sandpaper and smoothed the screw mouth. After looking at it carefully, Du Chen was quite satisfied.
"Brother, do me a favor and find a thick wire. I'll tell you to make a rack for me."
Du Chen left the heavy work to Du Bin.
Comrade Lao Du runs a repair shop, so he naturally has no shortage of tools and wire at home. Soon, Du Bin made an iron rack according to Du Chen's instructions. Du Chen took the processed light bulb and placed it on the iron rack, and the job was done.
Du Bin and others looked at the finished product made by Du Chen, but still didn't understand the function of this thing made by Du Chen.
Du Chen didn't say anything. He took a small shovel and ran out of the store. Du Bin and Ding Miaomiao also followed Du Chen out curiously.
As soon as I went out, I saw Du Chen squatting by the wall and digging a hole, apparently trying to dig something out.
"Chenchen, do you need my help?"
Du Bin asked Du Chen.
"No, brother, it's already fine!"
Du Chen was holding a morning glory in his hand and shaking off the dirt from the roots.
"Chenchen, are you using light bulbs to make vases?"
Ding Miaomiao suddenly understood and asked Du Chen in surprise.
I made this when I was bored in 2016, but I don't know where it is now.
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