The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 1: Unemployment after graduation, and then inheritance
"Swish, swish, swish..."

Shen Le held a piece of 1200-grit fine sandpaper and carefully polished the carvings on a window frame in front of him.

Once, twice, three times, he didn't put down the fine sandpaper until the re-carved window pane and the carved crane feathers on it were perfectly smooth.

He stepped two meters away from the workbench, took off the Kn95 protective mask, and panted heavily.

The window pane was finally repaired.

Finally, I escaped from the grinding hell!

The work of restoring cultural relics is said to take five days to clean, one day to make the embryo, three days to shape, and ten days to polish. Whether it is wood, pottery, porcelain, or bronze, it must go through the polishing hell:
Use coarse sandpaper once, fine sandpaper once, and finer sandpaper once again. Flat surfaces are fine, but when it comes to those complicated carvings, you can only polish them bit by bit by hand, which takes a lot of time.

Not to mention, during the grinding process, in order to prevent the inhalation of those fine powders, so as not to affect the respiratory tract and eventually develop pneumoconiosis, it is best to wear a protective mask. Kn95 masks, worn for 8 hours a day, that taste is really known to everyone who wears it...

In any case, today's cultural relic restoration work is completed. Shen Le took a few deep breaths, pulled the red rope around his neck, and pulled out a mottled copper sheet.

Looking closely, there was a faint layer of green on the copper sheet, which extended forward a little and covered the entire copper sheet. Shen Le's eyes lit up, and he tightly grasped the copper sheet and swung it forward fiercely:
"Hey!"

He lowered his head and placed the copper sheet on the back of his neck, pressing down hard. A surge of heat gushed out, spreading along the back of his neck, up to the back of his head, and down to his shoulders and neck. For a moment, Shen Le seemed to hear the sound of bones crackling.

“Ah…comfortable…”

When I raised my head again, I felt my neck was flexible and my shoulders were relaxed. The stiffness in my neck and shoulders that I had accumulated from long hours of desk work had completely disappeared.

"Good stuff, really good stuff...but I don't know when I can use it again..."

This piece of copper was handed down from his ancestors. It was half the size of a palm and roughly rectangular. One end had smooth curved lines and rounded corners on both sides; the other end had bumpy lines and uneven thickness. At first glance, it looked like it had been broken off from something.

He had worn this thing since he was a child. There were no holes in the copper plate, so he used a red string to tie a loop around it. It was the same from the time he could remember until he went to college. When he went to graduate school and started restoring cultural relics, it somehow began to change:
The first time, he had just repaired a wooden bracket when the copper sheet was covered with green light. He happened to cut his finger, and when he touched the copper sheet, the wound healed instantly.

The second time, he worked diligently for half a year, repairing dozens of wooden door frames, wooden window frames, wooden railings, etc., until the copper sheet was full of green light. He held the copper sheet over his eyes, and the heat flowed through them, and his myopia was restored to 5.0 vision;

The third time was this time. He was almost graduating before he had enough. Of course, the effect was also impressive. The stiffness and pain in the shoulders and neck, which may have caused the straightening of the cervical vertebrae, calcification of the ligaments, and frozen shoulder, he felt that it had been completely repaired...

This copper sheet is absolutely great stuff!

Even if it is for the sake of possible illness in the future, if there is something to support it, we must try our best to recharge it!

The question now is:

He is about to graduate. Where will he find opportunities to restore so many cultural relics?

Fix something new?
Sorry, it seems that there is no way to charge the copper sheet. In order to save energy, he has become a repairman, repairing bags, shoes, faucets, and mosquito nets for his classmates...

They tried every possible way to repair everything that could be repaired, but after three years, it seemed that only cultural relics could trigger changes in the copper sheet and make the green light on its surface spread a little bit.

"So, do I have to keep working hard to get the civil service exam? It seems that only if I can get into a museum and major in cultural relic restoration, I can get in touch with a large number of cultural relics that need to be restored..."

Unfortunately, during his three years as a graduate student, Shen Le spent one year attending classes at school and nearly two years working outside with his supervisor.

There are five or six ancient buildings alone. The total area is enough for the instructor and the senior students who work with him to each have a three-bedroom and two-living-room house.

Even if there are seniors and juniors to help dismantle old wood and bricks, clean, carve, paint and polish, you still have to work from morning to night, and then from night to morning. 007 is not that tough, it is still stronger than 996.

As for winter and summer vacations?

nonexistent!

With such a high intensity of work, Shen Le at least cannot spare time to review for the exam.

Shen Le forced himself to lower his head, opened the "Application Essay Collection", and gritted his teeth to read on. After reading only half a page, he felt dizzy, had a headache, his head was swollen, and his blood pressure rose rapidly.

After reading one page, I want to grab the table with my head. After reading two pages, I want to bang my head against the wall...

With this kind of conditions and this level of review, it is impossible to succeed in getting admitted, at least this year. Fortunately, I still have some savings, so I can stay at home for half a year to review for next year's exam.

“Ahhh… Copper Piece Copper Piece, can you help me review? At least give me a photographic memory buff… Eh? Copper Piece you?”

Taking out the copper piece again, Shen Le looked down and was slightly surprised: after using it this time, the copper piece did not lose all its luster like the previous two times, but its luster was restrained and became deep and dark.

The broken part of the edge became much smoother, as if it had "grown" a little, and in the dark center, there seemed to be something, slightly raised...

This copper sheet has changed? How should I use the new changes?
Shen Le held the copper sheet in his hand, looking left and right, but could not figure it out. He pressed it a few times, but there was no reaction. He bit it, but there was no reaction. As for cutting a hole in his hand and dripping blood on it, he had tried it before, but it didn't work either...

Shen Le had no choice but to close his book, lock the door, get off work, and go out to look for food. While looking for dinner, he bought a few skewers of barbecue and ate them while walking. Halfway out of the street, a young orange cat suddenly came running over from the alley, and "Mimi" stuck to his feet.

It's a waste of cats if you don't pet them, especially kittens. Shen Le bent down as a matter of course, and saw the orange cat, which was no more than three or four months old, clinging to his calves and shivering. When he looked up, several stray dogs rushed out, forming a semicircle from a distance, staring at the orange cat and barking wildly.

"Get away! Get away!"

Shen Le half-bent down, clenched his right hand into a hollow fist, and pretended to pick up a stone to hit the dog. After scolding several times, the leading black dog whimpered and ran away with its tail between its legs. Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief and patted the orange cat's head:

"It's okay, it's okay..."

The orange cat rubbed against his legs and refused to leave. Shen Le simply touched its head to its tail, then scratched its chin and the base of its tail. Wherever his fingertips touched, the orange cat's ribs were bulging, and there was no sense of "big orange cat first" at all.

"Hey, you've suffered..."

Shen Le simply squatted down on the street, took apart the kebabs in his hand, and fed them to the orange cat piece by piece.

As I fed the cat, I took a closer look and saw that one of its hind legs was bleeding and dragging on the ground, and it was obvious that it was unable to move. Its fur was patchy and bald, and one of its eyes was so blurry that it could hardly open.

"Tsk... In your condition, it will cost a lot of money to go to the hospital... These days, treating a cat is more expensive than treating a human..."

Shen Le sighed and touched the orange cat's head.

This person, seeing the pitiful thing, can't help but do nothing. He wants to take care of it, but he doesn't have the ability - just the examination, anti-inflammatory, and maybe a bath will cost more than 100 yuan. If unfortunately the cat is infected with feline plague, feline infectious peritonitis, or has a fracture...

Or maybe get sterilized or something...

He spent several thousand dollars in a hurry. Unfortunately, his monthly living expenses were only 1500 yuan, and he couldn't afford to use several months' living expenses to save a stray cat.

Moreover, he cannot use “I’m a student, give me a cheaper price” as an excuse to ask the pet hospital to lower the price - the pet hospital does not owe him anything!

Fortunately, he still has a golden finger, maybe it can be useful...

Shen Le took off the copper plate on the cat's neck and gently touched the cat's legs. Visibly, the wound on the orange cat's hind legs began to stop bleeding and shrink, and the shape of the legs began to correct, standing firmly on the ground.

Then, new hair began to grow, the blur on the eyes disappeared, and the pair of green eyes sparkled. It meowed at Shen Le, grabbed the skewer of meat in his hand, and jumped into the dark alley.

"Hey! My barbecue..."

Shen Le subconsciously reached forward, paused, and retracted his arm, shaking his head and smiling. Forget it, a skewer of barbecue, just treat it as a treat, the orange cat looked like it hadn't eaten enough for a long time.

He stood there, watching the orange cat running away, farther and farther away. After watching for a while, he couldn't help but rub his eyes:

"Am I seeing things... this orange cat... why does its tail seem to be getting bigger and bigger?"

Although he felt it was strange, Shen Le could not catch up to take a closer look. His stomach was the most important thing, so he turned around leisurely and continued forward to look for food.

The orange cat ran all the way, passed through two alleys, and when it disappeared into the woods, it had already turned into a fox. Then, it was picked up by a pair of trembling hands, who rubbed its injured legs and its big tail:

"It's okay, it's okay... This crisis is over, and everything will go smoothly from now on..."

Shen Le didn't know what happened to the orange cat. He just finished all his work, flew back to the headquarters of Beijing University from the ancient buildings in other places, took graduation photos, received his diploma, and packed his things...

Very busy.

I submitted dozens of resumes, but unfortunately, none of them were accepted. Living in Beijing is not easy. If you just want to review for the civil service exam, it is better to stay at home, which is the lowest cost.

When Shen Le packed up all his things and prepared to return home, he received a call:
"Mr. Shen? I'm your great-uncle's lawyer. There are some things about the old man's inheritance that I need to discuss with you in person."

(End of this chapter)