Chen Shanhe nodded, "My mother really likes you."
Jiang Shiyue smelled the aroma of meat coming from the pot, swallowing her saliva and nodding unconsciously.
Chen Shanhe laughed, his eyes filled with a hint of doting that he himself didn't even notice.
Yangyang sat cross-legged and read a book, sighing and shaking his head like a little adult.
The book in his hand changed from Chinese medicinal herbs to "The Art of War".
Chen Shanhe handed Yangyang a palm-leaf fan and said, "Go fan your mother."
Yangyang's first reaction was to look at Jiang Shiyue, who had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
The doctor said that sweating can easily cause wound infection.
Yangyang took the palm-leaf fan from Chen Shanhe, walked to Jiang Shiyue, held the fan handle with both hands and fanned Jiang Shiyue vigorously.
Chen Shanhe himself was not idle either. He took out the solar lamp he had made in the disaster area and reassembled it. He climbed onto the roof to set up a pole, placed the wind turbine and solar panels, and then ran the wires down and connected the batteries.
Chen Shanhe walked into the room with the LED light board and asked Jiang Shiyue: "Where do you want to turn the light on?"
Jiang Shiyue waved her hand, "Don't turn on the lights. The whole village... the production team has no lights. If we turn on the lights here, it will probably attract onlookers. Besides, such bright lights will not only attract people but also mosquitoes!"
Chen Shanhe nodded in agreement and put the LED light away in the corner.
Jiang Shiyue noticed that Chen Shanhe's sweat shirt was soaked, so she patted the seat next to her and motioned him to sit over.
Chen Shanhe hesitated and stood still, "I'm dirty."
He got covered in dust as he climbed up and down.
Kang sheets are different from bed sheets. They are too big and very troublesome to wash.
Jiang Shiyue's eyes also fell on the ridiculously large kang sheet. Without forcing anything, she held her chin and asked Chen Shanhe, "Can you make an electric fan?"
Chen Shanhe: “…”
"You want one? I'll go to the commune and buy you one."
"Do you have money?" Jiang Shiyue asked with a smile, "Or do you have tickets?"
Chen Shanhe: “…”
I have money but no ticket.
He raised his hand and rubbed his index finger against the tip of his nose.
Jiang Shiyue smiled and said, "So, we still have to make one. The best fan to make is a ceiling fan, with one motor and three blades."
Chen Shanhe's eyes fell on the sack in the corner. "No wonder you asked Lu Zheng for a motor. But the motor used for ceiling fans is much larger than the one you asked for."
The things were packed by Chen Shanhe, and he had seen everything inside.
As the battalion commander of a repair battalion, he couldn't be unfamiliar with things like motors.
The small motor that Lu Zheng found was disassembled from somewhere and was about the size of a walnut. How could it possibly drive such heavy iron fan wings?
"Yes, I specifically asked him to find it abroad. I don't know how much electricity the solar panels can generate. How embarrassing would it be if a big motor couldn't fan the fan all night? We can use a small motor and small blades. The material is not limited to iron sheets. We can replace it with thin plastic or cardboard or something like that."
"Will that cool you down?"
"If our family of three uses it on the kang, it should be fine. The small motor is very energy-efficient, so we can make two, one for your parents. Your dad has difficulty walking and is prone to bedsores in the summer."
Chen Shanhe didn't say anything else. After thinking for a while, he got up and walked out.
Jiang Shiyue knew that he must be looking for materials, so she taught Yangyang English in her spare time.
The English scores in the 1978 college entrance examination were converted proportionally, which was a bit like an additional question.
But then the proportion will increase until it becomes one of the three main subjects.
**
In the production team, everyone ate dinner early.
Often we can get there before the mosquitoes come, so we can have dinner in the yard in a cooler climate.
Chen Shanlin moved a small square table that was as high as his knees and placed it in the middle of the yard.
Chen Shanhe carried Jiang Shiyue to the table and wanted to put her on the bench.
He had just bent down and was about to let go when the bench was suddenly pulled away.
If it weren't for Chen Shanhe's extraordinary arm and waist strength, both of them would have fallen to the ground.
Both of them turned their eyes to the culprit at the same time.
A young man in his twenties, who looked a bit like Chen Shanhelin, had probably just returned from work. He had a towel around his neck and his hands were still stained with dirt. He sat on the bench where Jiang Shiyue was supposed to sit, staring at the pot on the side and sniffing, "What a nice smell! Dad, what day is it today? How could you bear to stew a chicken? Aren't you afraid that my mom will come back and scold you? My uncle is so proud."
"Chen Jiadong!" Chen Shanlin was furious. "What are you doing?"
"So you know that I'm your uncle." Chen Shanhe spoke at the same time, his voice a little cold.
The first person Chen Jiadong saw was Chen Shanhe.
Jiang Shiyue raised her eyebrows. Chen Jiadong was not afraid of his biological father but this unusual uncle?
Chen Jiadong flinched, then straightened his neck and looked around, "Where's my mother?"
Jiang Shiyue was happy. No wonder he was so fearless.
She smiled and said, "Don't look at it, I sold your mother."
Chen Jiadong: “…”
Chen Shanlin: “…”
Look at Chen Shanhe.
Chen Shanhe: “…”
The eyes showed disapproval.
Chen Jiadong frowned and questioned Jiang Shiyue, "Are you the vixen who bewitched my uncle and made him stop paying his dues?"
"Chen Jiadong! Did you feed the dog politely?" Chen Shanlin shouted angrily.
Chen Shanhe didn't say anything. He put Jiang Shiyue on the bench, walked directly to Chen Jiadong, and lifted him up by the back of his collar.
"Uncle, what are you doing? Where's my mom? Mom, my uncle hit me!"
Chen Shanlin sighed and nodded apologetically to Jiang Shiyue, "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry. I didn't take good care of my son. I'm sorry for making you laugh."
"It's okay." Jiang Shiyue understood.
Zhao Caifeng acted arrogantly and domineeringly in the Chen family, ordering her man around all day long.
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