The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 135: Comb your hair to the end, comb your hair to the eyebrows twice (Subscribe)
The puppet looked unhappy. Shen Le really thought it was amazing that the face he drew on the wood could also show an unhappy expression.

Seeing him looking over, the puppet somersaulted on the food box, bent down, raised his hands, turned around, and danced in various postures:

【You ignored me! 】

【You didn’t pick me up today! 】

【Luckily Sister Xiaoyu sent me back! 】

[Otherwise, you will just throw me away in Tianxiang Tower and abandon me!!!]

sweat……

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong. I'm too busy today." Shen Le hurried over to apologize and comfort her. He smoothed Xiao Ling's skirt and combed her hair.
[I am practicing my craft. When I am good at it, I will make you a set of jewelry, okay? I will use this mother-of-pearl, stick it inside the red lacquer and the black lacquer, and polish it until it is shiny. It will be very beautiful! ]

Xiao Ling squatted over and looked curiously at the comb held by Shen Le, and then at the mother-of-pearl piece that he had spent the whole day polishing.

Then, he obediently jumped back to the small table, opened the lunch box, and dragged it towards Shen Le with difficulty:
[You eat! I'll do the work for you! ]

Without waiting for Shen Le to answer, she picked up the file with one hand and used the other hand, without even using tweezers, to lift up three or five silk threads and gently pick up a piece of mother-of-pearl.

Rustle, rustle, rustle, soon, shell powder fell on the side of the mother-of-pearl like snowflakes.

Oh, it's so nice to have a sensible little daughter at home. She will care about you, act like a spoiled child, call you to eat, and do work for you.

If all the work could be handed over to Pinocchio, the ink fountain, and the oil lamp, this game would be a sure win. But it's a pity that they can't...

Even though he couldn't hand it in, Shen Le was still very excited to have the help of Pinocchio. After dinner, he plunged into work again.

After a few days, he finally finished the difficult steps of grinding the edge of the mother-of-pearl, applying primer, and pasting it to the designated position. Shen Le was ready to start repairing the wooden comb:
The practice is finally over, the skills are mastered, and I can really do the work!

Little wooden comb, I'm really looking forward to it. After it's repaired, what kind of guidance can you give me?

One minute on stage takes three years of hard work off stage.

It seems effortless because you have worked very hard.

When Shen Le started to repair the small wooden comb, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he no longer felt that the work was difficult at all.

He chiseled and repaired the gap slightly, filled it with black paint of the right color, waited for it to dry in the shade, and polished it smooth;
Then, repeat this work again, and again, and again.

When the paint surface is almost flush with the original position, stick the mother-of-pearl, paint, and polish; paint again, and polish again; after repeated polishing, apply varnish, wipe clean, and polish...

The old, damaged, bumpy and scratched wooden comb became elegant, gorgeous and radiant.

Except for the fact that there was still one tooth missing, and Shen Le had not yet figured out how to repair it, the entire wooden comb had become as good as new.

"Finally fixed it... Now, the last step..."

Shen Le turned the comb over and over with a satisfied look, observing it for a few times. Then, he used his spiritual eyes to guide the breath on the comb, permeating the newly repaired part bit by bit:
This work is not easy. The scent on the wooden comb is extremely complex, layered and intertwined, but not fused together;
Shen Le had to guide the flow of these auras while keeping them in their original proportions and interweaving methods. He had to be extremely careful with every movement.

Don't use too much force, or it will "squash" or "distort" the breath.
He couldn't use too little either. If he used too little, these auras would linger there and not pay any attention to him...

Moreover, the small wooden comb is only part of a set of components; its power and intelligence are at a very low level.

Like the small oil lamp and doll cabinet before, they can cooperate with Shen Le's guidance and let the breath flow to a position that makes them feel comfortable. However, this small wooden comb, it can't...

Whether the strength is too great or too small, whether it is crooked or falling, it all depends on Shen Le.

The lacquer and mother-of-pearl require different auras, the curvature of the corners is also different, and the depth and shallowness of the newly added areas all need to be controlled by Shen Le...

Shen Le almost exhausted all his energy and finally adjusted the breath of this small wooden comb to be even. Such efforts were not without rewards:

The moment the breath was adjusted, a gentle and tender breath, which made people feel joyful and peaceful, came from Shen Le's hand holding the comb.

In a trance, Shen Le seemed to hear a ballad:
“Comb all the way to the end;

Second comb white hair to eyebrows;

Three combs are full of children and grandchildren;

Four combs and four silver bamboo shoots are all in line..."

The singing was not pleasant to the ear. It was not even close to being gentle, beautiful, or bright, not to mention techniques like folk singing and bel canto.

However, the middle-aged woman's slightly hoarse voice was warm and sincere, neither hurried nor slow, and revealed a blessing from the heart.

Just listening to it makes people want to smile from the bottom of their hearts.

The singing started from the first comb to the ninth comb, and then started again from the beginning. This time, more female voices joined in:

Some voices were old, some were deep, and some were lively and brisk, like the sound of a stream or the rolling of jade beads. It was the tone that Shen Le had been familiar with since childhood, the soft Wu dialect, gentle and lingering. In between was a dialect that he was not familiar with, with a slightly faster speaking speed and a hard tone.

As the song continued, Shen Le's vision gradually became clearer, as if a fog had been cleared.

In the center of the field of vision, a girl in red sat in front of a mirror. She looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a hint of childishness between her brows and a flushed face full of shyness.
Her long black satin hair fell to her waist. Behind her stood an old woman in a red cloth skirt and jacket, who was holding a comb and combing her hair carefully from the top to the ends.

The mirror table in front of the girl was decorated with a red silk flower and double happiness characters pasted on it. In the dressing box, the most eye-catching place was a pair of flower hairpins with two happiness characters on the heads of the hairpins, which together formed a pair of double happiness.

Is this... getting dressed up to get married?
Did I catch an ancient wedding?

Shen Le turned his head and looked around. There were no men at the scene, only laughter, shouting, and cheering coming from afar. Probably the men were all in another direction.
Around the young girl and the old woman, there was a group of women, some standing and some sitting.

Surrounded in the middle was a white-haired old woman, wearing a maroon brocade jacket with a longevity character on it, and her wrinkled face was full of smiles;

Around the old woman, three or five middle-aged women were talking and laughing, looking in the direction of the girl in red;

Outside the circle of middle-aged women stood a group of young women, wearing cheongsams and jackets in lake blue, aqua green, or rose red.

Every skirt and jacket was covered with gold weaving, gold flakes, gold and silver thread embroidery and so on. In short, wherever the sight went, there was a splendor of splendour.

This is a wealthy family...

Shen Le sighed. Most of the well-off families could not afford such a piece of brocade clothes. They had to be from an official family to buy it.

Well, how could a small family afford such precious things as mother-of-pearl combs and mother-of-pearl dressing boxes?
The outer circle of the women was closer to the girl in red, and was surrounded by five or six young girls, ranging in age from thirteen or fourteen to four or five years old.

The older one is sensible now, and probably has a lot of understanding and guesses about his future. At this moment, he is looking at the girl in red with envy.

The youngest one stayed close to the girl, grabbing the hem of her skirt and looking up at her, as if she was ready to get some rouge and apply it to her own face at any moment.

They laughed, clapped their hands gently, and sang the hair-combing song in a patchy manner, following the tune of the old woman combing her hair.

Leading the group was a young woman in a two-tone gold rose dress. She stood behind the old woman with a smile on her face, gently rubbing her shoulders.

While rubbing, he leaned over and whispered in the old woman's ear:
"Mother Wu's hair-combing song is the best! I've listened to it so many times and it still feels so festive!"

"Mother Wu is a blessed person." The old woman squinted her eyes and nodded gently:
"She has lived to this age, has two sons and one daughter, and will soon have a great-grandson. No wonder every family invites her to do their hair and makeup for weddings."

She watched the old mother comb the red-dressed girl's hair, starting to put it on her head strand by strand, and pulled out a pomegranate gold hairpin from her bun:
"Take it and plug it in for Perrin."

"Oh, the old lady is the most blessed person! With the old lady's blessing, Sister Peilan will definitely live happily together until old age, and the five sons and two daughters are filial and motivated!"

The young woman quickly took the hairpin with both hands and poured out her compliments. Only after she coaxed the old lady into squinting her eyes and laughing softly did she quickly walk over and hand the hairpin to the lady who was combing her hair:

"This is a gift from the old lady. Please put it on for Sister Peilan."

As soon as the old lady moved, the aunts, uncles, and sisters-in-law from various rooms either took off their hairpins or bracelets and started to put on makeup for the girl named Peilan.

For a moment, there were pearls and jades glittering, and the sound of jingling was endless. Shen Le stood by and watched for a long time, then sighed:
"It's great to have money..."

Just this plate of dowry, yes, it is dowry, not the main part of the dowry. The jade hairpins, jade pendants, gold hairpins and gold bracelets, if put in today's time, they can be sold for tens of millions at least.

In other words, after this girl Peilan gets married, even if her husband's family is not strong enough or even if their family falls into poverty, she can still have a worry-free life with just her dowry...

Having money may not solve all problems, but if you have money, your family will provide you with much more security, and your tolerance for mistakes in life will be much greater than that of people who lack money!

"Sister Peilan, you are so lucky." The young woman did not leave after giving the hairpin. She stayed by the dressing table, handing various hairpins to the lady who was combing her hair, and chuckled softly:
"My father-in-law is well-educated, my mother-in-law is kind, and I am marrying my childhood sweetheart, a young talent who was admitted to the university at a young age. In the future, I will definitely be able to become an official's wife..."

Perrin lowered her head slightly, her cheeks red from the dimples to the roots of her ears, and her cheeks almost burned when she heard the word "childhood sweetheart". However, she pursed her red lips slightly, and the corners of her mouth raised a slight arc.

Shen Le stood beside them, looking at the girl smiling, and couldn't help but smile too.

He lowered his eyes, stroked the gorgeous mother-of-pearl wooden comb in his hand, and silently said in his heart:

"Be happy!"

"You must be happy!"

"We must live a good life, stay together for a long time, and grow old together..."

The scene in front of him slowly faded away. Shen Le tightly grasped the wooden comb, immersed his mind in it, and followed the inexplicable connection:

"Let me see where all your friends are!"

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