Ye Luwei planned to go home and sleep tonight, no matter how the second-rate family retained, it couldn't shake Ye Luwei's determination to sleep in his bed tonight.

A person who runs four goes to sleep with an eighteen-year-old son, even if Ye Luwei's biological age is only seventeen years old, he can't resist the sleep habits he has developed in twenty or thirty years. Yesterday it was a big mistake to live in He Erliu's house, is there any? Fortunately, the body is only seventeen years old after all, and I haven't slept all night or anything, and I can't make up much after a nap at noon.

Borrowing He Erliu's broken bicycle and tying a flashlight to the faucet, Ye Luwei fled from He's house quickly with his small backpack.

Boys in this era have not yet had the habit of going out with a bag, on the one hand, because they are poor, and on the other hand, because the trend has not yet risen.

Twenty years later, everyone has a bag, and the majority of people decorate it with toilet paper, so this bag is actually an extension of jewelry and a trend.

Of course, Ye Luwei took a bag because of the habit of his previous life, and he couldn't go out without a bag in his hand. The shoulder bag on my body now may still be the one my father used to install the Ruby Book in the passionate era, which is very real and old canvas fan. Ye Luwei dared to use his left hand to guarantee that this canvas bag was a real old canvas, not an imitation!

A total of three kilometers of travel, the previous Ye Luwei was a bicycle enthusiast for most of the time, this little road is a matter of a few minutes for him. Of course, there is no transmission, wheel set or anything in the current Erba Permanent Circle, but it can be seen from the glorious deeds of He Erliu who has swept rice bran for cold powder since he was a child that this product is a person who takes his needs seriously.

Although the car fell off the paint everywhere, the tuning was done very well, and the brakes and faucets must have been maintained and debugged with a lot of effort. In the previous life, there were some pseudo-riding friends, tens of thousands of yuan of bicycles, and there were many people who were not as good as other people's 300 phoenixes to ride.

In this era, there is not a single ghost on the highway at night. In less than ten minutes, Ye Luwei flew to his yard. Man Hongyu was adding mulberry leaves to the summer silkworms at night, and Ye Yiyi was cleaning up in the stove house. It has only been half a year since the electricity was installed at home, and everyone is afraid of the electricity bill, and the two small light bulbs that are turned on are not as bright as kerosene lamps.

In the early 90s, in order to achieve the target of "universal electricity consumption in rural areas", the power company did not care about the limit of the total amount of power generation, and pulled wires to what could be pulled. The initial installation fee for each family is calculated according to the head, more than 300 heads! Electricity meters, wires, light bulbs, etc. have to be counted separately, and many families have gone bankrupt and are in debt in order to install electric lights.

This is a true story, because the power company threatened not to install this time, and the next installation will have to re-apply for the transformer, and then there will be fewer people to install it, and the light transformer will have to be 100,000!

In the early 90s, every family had just eaten their stomachs, and those who were flexible and had the spare energy to go out to work had just learned what a passbook looked like.

This time, the installation of power lines can be said to have emptied more than 90 percent of the family's reserve money and food. Ye Luwei's own family also sold the grain of the two town baskets short, and borrowed money from someone to install it.

In the past ten years of reform and opening up, all the wealth saved in the countryside has been lightly looted by this small wire.

But what is the result? At the peak of electricity consumption at night, villages with a voltage value of less than 100 volts abound! After Ye Luwei joined the work for a few years, he knew that the Japanese used 110 volt voltage, so he asked someone to steal some 110 volt light bulbs from a mine built with a Japanese loan, and took them home to try it. The voltage is enough, but the damn current is insufficient, and it still can't light up.

Now the Ye family is using the "Rural Universal Electricity" special line with a nominal voltage of 220 volts and an actual voltage close to 100 volts, and it will not trip!

This voltage value also brought about a serious consequence, that is, many rural electric power pumping and irrigation stations that had been built with funds had burned out their motors, and the scene of treading water with wooden traditional water wheels during spring irrigation was reproduced in the early 90s.

In the dim light, Ye Yiyi was frustrated to find that she couldn't see clearly what color the shirt her brother bought, so she had to sleep with her new shirt.

By the time Man Hongyu finished packing up and was ready to sleep, Ye Luwei had already installed four 60-watt light bulb arrays at the head of his bed. The town could no longer buy more powerful bulbs, otherwise Ye Luwei was going to install four 200-watt ones to see if they could reach the brightness of 60-watt incandescent bulbs more than ten years later.

Man Hongyu was tired for a day, and he didn't have the energy to clean up this ruined man's bad behavior, so he only symbolically slapped Ye Luwei twice on his head.

Ye Luwei's powerful night owl attributes in his previous life, he couldn't sleep at all until twelve o'clock. In the two days when I just came back, I was thinking about my previous life with my eyes open all night.

The acquisition of the silkworm cocoon's unusual Shun lì in the past two days made him both relieved and afraid, and the most fearful thing was that this time and space was actually plausible to his original world, and the people and events he was familiar with and expected would not happen or have been changed at all.

Ye Luwei spread out a small notebook under the lamp, listed the known conditions and unknown problems one by one, and used the familiar analysis methods of the previous life to record and sort out the events of the past few days, to see if he could find out the rules from them to confirm the authenticity of history.

It's a pity that he can't remember anything else except that he remembered that he hadn't done such a huge cocoon acquisition accident back then. There is one more thing that can be remembered that should not have happened yet, and it is this incident that Ye Luwei wants to change. He wants to use the events that are now known to determine whether the inertia of history can be modified, and if it cannot be modified if it is powerful, then it will be sad to the realm where you can't die even if you eat and die.

If history tolerates revision, how much can it tolerate? Will fixing some relatively minor changes make history completely unrecognizable?