The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 118 Speed of Life and Death, for an old man’s wish (Subscribe)
At Shen Le's command, the three little guys rushed to the battlefield together.

The puppet swung its silk thread, swayed, and landed gently on the right corner of the workbench;

The small ink fountain flew out of the lead weight, and rushed into the studio door with a bang, then tightened the reel with a whirl, pulled itself over, and occupied an empty space at the left corner of the workbench;
As for the small oil lamp, it didn't need to hurry at all. It directly emitted a ball of silver light, floating and swaying above Shen Le's head, jumping up and down:
[What? What do you want me to do? You tell me, I'll do it!]

"Zheng Mo, do you know how to make fish bladder glue?"

Shen Le first called out the name of the little inkstone. The inkstone raised the lead weight, and the silk thread hummed, full of confidence:

【Easy! Leave it to me! 】

"Okay, this is fish bladder glue, this is the water bath, I've set the time, you watch." Shen Le handed over the first important task:
"It's ready. If I don't have time to come, remember to call me. This is very important. If the fish bladder glue is not cooked well, the rest of the work will be ruined!"

【rest assured! 】

The little ink fountain hummed twice, and went to work seriously. Immediately, the little oil lamp hummed furiously:
【What about me! What about me! 】

"You have very important work to do, Qingdeng." Shen Le quickly comforted it:

"See these pieces of lacquer? You use static electricity to hold them together one by one and keep them suspended in the air.

Then, float them onto the cabinet, and try to get each piece back to its original place, can you do it?"

[It’s a bit difficult… I’ll give it a try…]

The small oil lamp flickered up and down in the air, and the silver light beads split into ten, ten into a hundred, and instantly split into hundreds of them, floating in the air and filling the entire studio.

The scene was like seeing countless tert-butyl lithium fireballs floating up and down in the factory, ready to explode at any moment.

Shen Le was sweating profusely, feeling that if he stretched out his hand casually, he would be electrocuted. He swallowed his saliva and tried to say:
"No hurry, let's take our time. Let me think of a way—"

He found a few large sheets of sulphuric acid paper, covered the cabinet with them, and outlined the missing parts of the paint with a pencil. He spread them aside and pointed them to the small oil lamp:

"Qingdeng, first put all the lacquer leather pieces together on the places marked on the paper. Once they are done, we can stick them on the cabinet - please!"

The small oil lamp went to work energetically. When the silver light fell down, the paint was seen flying, one piece after another, dozens of pieces, and hundreds of pieces.

In a moment, large pieces of lacquer, like a group of black mosquitoes, swarmed over the sulfuric acid paper with a buzzing sound. Sometimes they formed a line, sometimes they formed a human figure...

Shen Le took only one look and then looked away. This was a delicate job, and he was very touched that the small oil lamp could be completed within 24 hours.

And now, he has other tasks, more important tasks:
Shen Le took a steam iron and ironed the cracked and warped but not fallen paint on the cabinet carefully from top to bottom and from left to right.

Iron a little, press a little, iron a little, press a little.

During the softening process, the paint leather should be gently touched several times to make sure it is softened to the extent that it can bend and will not break before it can be glued back.

Otherwise, if you force it to stick, the paint will break and cause more trouble!

Xiao Ling lay on top of the cabinet, stretched out seventeen or eighteen silk threads, pressed the plexiglass plate, and helped him hold down the ironed patent leather:
Soften, flatten, and then stick it back little by little.

Fortunately, his senior sister taught him how to use a steam iron to soften the patent leather. Otherwise, it would take him forever to soak such a large cabinet piece by piece with organic solvents!

Shen Le got on the stool, got off the stool, stood up, squatted down, and was busy sweating. Before he finished here, Zheng Mo shouted over there:
[It’s done! It’s done!!!]

Shen Le ran over, sucked up a shot of fish bladder glue with a syringe, and then ran back.

With a syringe in one hand and a cotton ball in the other, inject the fish bladder glue between the paint and the wooden frame, flatten it with the cotton ball, and wipe off the excess glue. Then, tell the puppet:
"Press it!"

Xiao Ling separated a thread, wrapped it around the plexiglass plate, and pressed down the paint. Shen Le thanked her, and continued to work hard, moving the needle and moving on to the next piece...

The 1.8-meter-high doll cabinet, not counting the back and the glass in the front, has at least two square meters of paint leather on both sides and the two doors at the bottom of the front.

Here, most of the patent leather is still relatively stable, and the curled and raised part is about 0.2 square meters.

The problem is, 0.2 square meters is 2000 square centimeters. Every square centimeter has a piece of curled and raised patent leather, so Shen Le has to inject, wipe, and flatten it 2000 times...

Raising his hand and letting it go once, Shen Le thought it was okay;

After raising and letting go of his hands ten times, Shen Le felt that he was really great;

After raising and letting go of his hands a hundred times, Shen Le felt a little dizzy. Not only his arms, but also his shoulders and neck were under great pressure, and it seemed that they were about to be scrapped.
After sticking on the left side and turning to the right side, Shen Le raised his arms and felt a buzzing in his head. The blood supply to the brain began to be insufficient.

"Xiao Ling, help me press the paint, I'm going to sit down and meditate." He ordered weakly, and went back to the bedroom. He practiced Qigong for nine times, got up shakily, and continued to work!
【Aren’t you going to sleep today? 】

Xiao Youdeng asked diligently. He was in charge of the lights and electrical appliances of the whole family. Shen Le didn't have to do anything himself when he turned off the lights and went to sleep. He just told the little guy to do it happily and consciously.

But today, after waiting for so long, it felt like I had been waiting for such a long time. Shen Le was clearly yawning all the time, but he was still working hard.

"I won't sleep anymore!" Shen Le replied viciously:
"Work non-stop today! Today and tomorrow, in two days, we must finish repairing the cabinet!" Anyway, he is young, and occasionally working all night is nothing!
He recalled that the night before he was taking the last exam for the postgraduate entrance examination, he stayed up all night to finish reading “It’s Not That Difficult to Open a Hospital in Another World”, a fine novel with more than five million words!
He worked hard by lamplight. By twelve o'clock, Shen Le was no longer sleepy, but full of energy, with his eyes so bright that they almost glowed.
By 3am, all the curled and raised paint leather had been glued. Xiao Ling transformed into a multi-clawed tentacle monster, lying on top of the doll cabinet, with the silk thread almost wrapping up the entire cabinet;
It was six o'clock in the morning. With the help of Qingdeng, Shen Le completed the puzzle work of all the fallen paint and began to stick them back on the doll cabinet piece by piece.

The child played with the jigsaw puzzle all night and actually managed to put the fallen paint back roughly into its original place!

Then, the small oil lamp suspended all the broken and fallen paint leather, hanging it vaguely next to the cabinet, and temporarily "attached" it to the wooden frame with static electricity;
Shen Le, on the other hand, did not need to position the pieces or pick up the paint leather piece by piece from the tray. He only needed to use a syringe in one hand and a cotton ball in the other to continue sticking them onto the cabinet piece by piece.

"Qingdeng, you really helped a lot." Shen Le sincerely thanked the little oil lamp and praised it:
"Without you, it would take me at least twice, no, three times as long to put the paint back on!"

In the room, all the fluorescent lights flickered and instantly changed into colorful colors.

[I am the best! I am the best! ]

"Well, you are the best." Shen Le smiled, touched the oil lamp, and continued to work.

In the corner of the room, Little Modou shouted in dissatisfaction:

[I am also very good! ]

Oops, they're competing for favor. That's the trouble with raising multiple children at home, you have to treat them equally...

The problem is, an apple can be cut in half, one half for the eldest and the other half for the second oldest;
A small puppet, a small inkwell and a small oil lamp, how can you hold a bowl of water level?

They all require different resources!
Shen Le had no choice but to go over and see the little ink fountain's work and coax it:

"Well, you are also very good. If you hadn't been watching over this fish bladder glue, it wouldn't have been so perfect. I wouldn't be able to work today!"

[But I can't help much.] The small ink fountain drooped down listlessly.

Shen Le was busy the whole night. The little wooden puppet and the little oil lamp were working at full capacity. He was so busy that he couldn't be distracted at all. He hadn't spoken to it all night.

It was the only one squatting there with nothing to do, except looking at the fish maw glue and shouting when it was done.

"Then...can you do me another favor?"

Shen Le went over and touched it:
"Look, these little dolls have their clothes cleaned up. Do you have any way to put their clothes back on one by one?"

The clothes are already arranged in sets, each set corresponds to a doll, and they are neatly arranged so there is no need to worry about wearing the wrong clothes.

However, if Shen Le were to put it on by himself, it would probably take him an hour or two to put it on. At this time, saving an hour is a good hour!
【give it to me! 】

The little inkstone was delighted. The ink line vibrated with a buzzing sound, and flew to the next room, bringing back a chisel, and then another chisel.

Then, compasses, rulers, and various small tools came flying:
[It's just putting on clothes! Leave it to me! ]

These small tools work in perfect harmony with each other. Some support the dolls, some take the clothes, some pull the clothes to put them on the dolls, and some are responsible for pulling the collars, cuffs, and smoothing the lapels.

Shen Le watched for a moment, and after making sure that the chisels were moving very gently and would not tear, tear, or deform the clothes, he returned to his work station:
Keep posting!
The paint leather that falls to the ground is more fragmented than the paint leather that is just curled and lifted up but still remains on the surface of the cabinet.

In other words, although the area of the exposed wood frame that needs to be adhered to the paint is smaller, the workload is no less. Moreover, it is particularly trivial, and the workload requirements are even higher...

For comparison, in Shen Le's previous round, each time he injected glue, he could only squeeze out a tiny bit of glue the size of a grain of rice.

This time, the glue I injected each time was only the size of a sesame seed. I felt like I had to stop before I even pushed the syringe in...

At nine o'clock in the morning, Shen Le had to stop and meditate again to regain his spirit. However, this time, the effect of meditation was much worse than last time:

My head was buzzing, my heart was pounding, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. It took me three to five times more effort than usual to enter a state of concentration. I only turned my internal energy three times before it was difficult to continue:
It feels like I've been practicing Qigong too frequently from yesterday to today, and my body has been drained. Even eating Thunder Spirit Lamb can't make up for the loss?
Shen Le hardened his heart, touched the pill given by the boss lady, and swallowed it in one gulp. The pill turned into a stream of heat, flowing from the stomach into the lower abdomen, and then into the meridians of the whole body. Shen Le finally felt that the whole person was better:
This time, his loss was too great! There were only three pills in total. He used one to help Ge Jin overcome the tribulation, and now he was using one.

If something else involves huge consumption, there’s only one pill left to suppress the situation!
However, thinking of the old lady who had been making various models under the lamp day after day for decades to provide teaching aids for students, Shen Le felt that such expenditure was completely worth it.

After practicing Qigong nine times, he felt his energy restored and quickly got up to work.

It is already ten o'clock in the morning of the second day, and the old lady may go on the operating table on the third day. He must apply all the paint within one day, or to be exact, within eight hours!

Including the time for final modification, assembly and transportation, it had to be completed within eight hours to ensure that the old lady could see the doll cabinet she loved so much before the operation!

Shen Le, try harder, you can do it!

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