The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 211 I have repaired the dagger. Do you want to introduce your pork beauty to me?

Shen Le had a splitting headache. It was fine if it was just one dagger, but a bunch of naughty kids doing it together, how could it be described as a rip-off!
Fortunately, Pinocchio was still performing outside, the doll cabinet was in the next yard, and the dressing box... the dressing box and the compass were relatively quiet and did not join in the noise.

Otherwise, this house would be completely uninhabitable, not even for a single day!

"Be quiet!" he shouted. The spike moved, then whizzed back into the inkwell, making an "I'm good, I'm obedient" gesture;

The silver light turned into two, two into four, four into eight, endlessly, floating all over the sky.

Fortunately, there were no flammable liquids in the room. If there had been one more bottle of soybean oil, the kerosene inside would have floated up and would have been ignited by the electric light!

"Qingdeng...it's okay, it's okay, leave it to me..." Shen Le could only comfort it softly:

“They have just arrived at this home. It’s a strange place, so they might be scared… I just need to talk to them.

"Be good, why don't you take a walk around, inspect the yard, and then inspect the town? You haven't been back for so many days, check if there are any evil monsters in the town, and report to the Special Affairs Bureau?"

The small oil lamp was finally calmed down, the silver light converged, fell back on the wick, and slowly disappeared.

But before leaving, a thin layer of silver light wrapped around Shen Le. Perhaps, the dagger wanted to stab, so it fought back to protect its master?
Shen Le felt warm and amused. He stepped back to the workbench, picked up the scabbard, and slowly approached.

Sure enough, the dagger remained quietly in the incubator. Shen Le held the end of the scabbard and moved closer to the dagger little by little until he put the dagger into the scabbard. It did not struggle or whistle.

Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief and slowly pulled out the scabbard...

Zheng!
"..."

Shen Le took a deep breath, exhaled, took another deep breath, and exhaled again. He carefully pushed the scabbard back, holding the handle with one hand and the scabbard with the other, exerting force on both ends, holding on tightly:
"Be quiet! Your scabbard is a little cracked, the copper hoop on the scabbard is rusted, and your wooden handle is also a little cracked. They all need to be repaired!

——Repair is a long job, you have to be patient and let me do it step by step! If you make a scene when I separate you, I will have no choice but to throw you back to the boss lady!"

The heat surged in the palms of his hands, trying to penetrate into the dagger in his hands, circulating back and forth.

Shen Le muttered this sentence seven or eight times, and the resistance in his hand finally gradually disappeared. The knife lay obediently in his hand, like a normal dagger without any spirituality.

Shen Le let out a long breath, put down the dagger, and immediately turned up the air conditioner:
But he is so tired!
This was the most dangerous time since he started the restoration!
After placing the short knife, Shen Le began to arrange the wedding dress piece by piece. First, of course, he laid it out and measured every detail.

For example, the outer robe has a shoulder width of 45 cm, a total length of 145 cm from the left cuff to the right cuff, a chest circumference of 106 cm, and a hem circumference of 128 cm;

The total trouser leg length is 96 cm, and the waist is separated into two pieces, the front and back pieces are of different sizes. The large waist piece is 72 cm long and 32.3 cm wide, and the small waist piece is 52 cm long and 17.5 cm wide...

Every piece of clothing, every cut of every piece of clothing, and every data of every cut must be photographed, measured, and recorded.

This task alone made Shen Le sweat. After recording a piece of clothing, he laid it flat, put it on a special tray, and stuffed it into a constant temperature and humidity storage box.

When he had arranged all his clothes, he looked up and found it was already dark outside. The small oil lamp had been turned on for him, illuminating the studio;

The little Pinocchio was dancing happily outside the door, with a huge wooden box next to it, which looked like the food box from the proprietress's home.

I don’t know if it was the puppet who carried the food box to the door with great difficulty, or if it was a peony flower fairy who brought it to her…

Shen Le felt hungry at this moment. He picked up the lunch box, went back to the bedroom, and wolfed it down. He wiped his mouth and hurried back to the studio:

God knows how many months it would take to repair these wedding dress parts. In contrast, the short sword was easier to repair:
Remove dirt, fill cracks in the scabbard and wooden handle, remove rust from copper parts, and apply oil. Excluding the time it takes for the glue to dry slowly, Shen Le estimates that it can be done in two hours?

"Zheng Mo! Zheng Mo! Help me boil some fish bladder glue!"

He shouted loudly. The little inkstone rushed out, lit the fire, poured water, boiled glue, provided one-stop service, and worked hard.

Shen Le used the noise he made as background music, and used a small brush, a small cotton swab, a small needle and a small knife to probe into the cracks and deep into the sheath, scraping off the dirt inside one by one;
Soak a cotton pad with rust remover, apply it to the copper sheet, wait, wipe, clean, apply the cotton pad again, wait, wipe, clean again;
For deeper gaps, mix fish bladder glue with wood powder, stuff it into the gap, and clamp it with a woodworking clamp; for shallower gaps, directly apply fish bladder glue, and then clamp it with a woodworking clamp...

"Okay, it's basically fixed..."

A short knife, a scabbard, two or three carpenter's clamps on his body, and he was lying in front of him, tied up.

Shen Le stood up straight and stretched hard:

"Wait 24 hours for the fish bladder glue to dry, clean up the overflow, apply a layer of oil on the wood of the handle, and it's done... Thank God, this knife has a relatively simple structure..."

If it is replaced with a complex structure, such as gold thread, silver thread, cloisonné, or inlaid with beads and gems on the scabbard;

Or the handle and blade are severely corroded and need to be slowly rusted, corrosion-inhibited, and repaired;
The process is very complicated. It might not be completed in ten nights, let alone one!

He turned left three times, right three times, twisted his spine, moved his neck, and prepared to go to sleep. Just as he took a step, he heard another "clang" sound in his ears...

Shen Le froze. He turned his head slowly and slowly. On the table, the blade of the short knife was rippling with a clear light, like autumn water.

The autumn water was rippled with bright red, just as a ray of setting sun spread across the water, half of the river was rustling and half of the river was red. Shen Le had just taken a look when the bright red suddenly flew up and covered his head.

Shen Le:!!!
My life is over!

He tried his best to dodge to the side. He didn't know if he dodged it or not. Anyway, his eyes went dark, and when he saw it again, he found that he had no missing arms or legs, his body was intact, and he had no illness or pain:
I just changed the place and stood on a small street. The surroundings were gray, with either wooden houses or rammed earth houses.

The people walking around the streets were all wearing tattered grey, black, and brown coats. One could tell at a glance that they were from a certain dynasty in the past.

Considering that the man did not have a braid on the back of his head, it was probably, perhaps, the Ming Dynasty or before.

I was brought back to a certain memory...

So, the dagger didn't want to kill me, it just wanted to talk too much and was too eager? Shen Le didn't know whether to laugh or cry:

Can we try a different approach next time?
Don't point the tip of the knife at me, or at least don't let the knife whistle? Wait until I hold the handle, or even better, when I hold the scabbard, and then drag me into the memory, okay? Obviously, it's too late to discuss this with the knife now. Shen Le calmed down and slowly looked around:

The street was very narrow, and could only accommodate three people walking side by side. It was also squeezed crooked by the houses on both sides.

One end meandered down to the water's edge, and the other end extended upward, probably directly into the mountains. Shen Le walked slowly down the small street, and after a few steps, he heard a clear shout:

"Selling meat——"

What a great voice!
With a mellow, clear voice and a full breath, if she goes to "The Voice of China" to sing in bel canto or folk style, she will definitely make all the mentors turn around!
Shen Le was refreshed and followed the sound. After walking past two or three houses, he saw a butcher shop in front of him. A girl of about sixteen or seventeen was standing in the shop, shouting in a clear and crisp voice:

"Meat for sale! Meat for sale! The pig was just slaughtered this morning! The meat is delicious and has three layers of fat, as thick as a palm!
Uncle, the school is about to close, can you buy one and take it back to nourish your grandson?"

Seeing her smiling face, the old man in long gown who was passing by really stopped. He pondered for a moment, looked at her for a while, and pointed casually:
"Forget about the pork belly, give me some pork ribs. The last time that brat came back, he said he wanted to eat sweet and sour pork ribs!"

"Okay! Please wait a moment!"

The girl raised her eyebrows and smiled, the sharp knife in her hand flashing with cold light. With one light stroke, and another light stroke, a large piece of ribs fell on the table.

Silky and smooth, effortless, seeing her like this, Shen Le suddenly felt that he was watching the real-life version of the butcher cutting an ox...

"Uncle, how much do you want to buy? One pound? Half a pound? Okay, no problem!" The girl changed to a thick-backed boning knife and slashed with the knife.

"Dong, Dong", two consecutive cuts, a section of ribs was separated cleanly, and the blade deftly picked up the ribs and put them on the scale plate:

"Look, sir! Half a pound! The scale is high!"

These movements were deft and smooth, with perfect strength and agility. Coupled with her brisk voice and sweet smile, even those who didn't want to buy meat couldn't help but stop and look at her.

Pork Xishi!
Shen Le couldn't help but sigh. There are tofu beauties and wonton beauties, but rarely pork beauties.

Selling pork is a job that an ordinary girl cannot do. It is rare even in modern times, let alone in ancient times!

But to be honest, the appearance of Pork Xishi is indeed much better than those Tofu Xishi and Wonton Xishi.

Due to adequate nutrition, she is tall and fit, with black hair, smooth skin and rosy and plump cheeks.

Cutting meat into chunks or shreds is smooth and easy; chopping bones, no matter how thick the bone is, can be cut in half with one stroke of the knife without any delay.

Even if it was half a pig hanging on a butcher's shop, it would come down with a "bang" with a little force and would be hung securely with another effort.

This kind of beauty that combines power and rhythm is rare even in modern times, let alone in ancient times!

Shen Le enjoyed the show for a long time. The girl danced with her two knives, watching the half pig hanging on the butcher's shop become less and less, until there was nothing left.

The sun was already at its zenith, smoke was rising from the air, and most people on the street had gone to cook or eat. But the girl refused to leave, and quietly stood in front of the shop, looking into the distance from time to time.

After a long while, when the street was empty, a young man in a washed-out green robe with several patches suddenly came out of the alley and walked towards us quickly.

He hurried to the butcher's shop, holding the book under his ribs, and bowed respectfully:
"Miss, I want to buy... a little bit of fish, please give me some fat ones..."

He stammered, his voice getting lower and lower, and his ears were red when he finished. The girl chuckled, the sharp knife flashed slightly, cut off the fattest part, and picked it on the dry lotus leaf:
"Five cents!"

The young man in green robe arranged the five-cent copper coins one by one in a neat row on the greasy desk.

He reached out to grab the lotus leaf, and the girl suddenly bent down, picked up a large bone from under the table, and threw it on the lotus leaf:

"Since I can't sell this bone, I'll give it to you! Brother, when you go back to stew it, remember to break the bone. The marrow inside is very nutritious! Do you want me to break it for you?"

The young man in green robe gathered his hands together, picked up the large stick bone with three fingers, waved it twice, and knocked it twice on the edge of the meat counter, but he didn't get the point at all.

The girl was anxious, so she simply snatched the bone, pulled out an axe, and chopped it down -

"Crack!"

"Alright! Be careful on the road, don't let your bone marrow leak out!"

The young man in green robe thanked him profusely, and walked away quickly with the lotus leaf bag in his hand. The girl stared at his back, her eyelashes fluttering, and her cheeks turning red all the way to her ears.

This situation was repeated more than once. Every time the boy came, he was always very careful and bought a few coins of offal or half a pig's trotter.
And the girl would always find a reason to leave him a big bone, a few pieces of pork spine, or some unsellable offal, or a small piece of pork liver...

After a long time, even the unrelated bystanders noticed it. One day, the young girl had just walked to the end of the street with her bamboo basket, when an old woman suddenly appeared beside her and smiled at the girl:
"Lin Ya'er, are you attracted to him? Do you want me to go and mediate and ask his family to send someone to propose marriage?"

"Grandma Huang, please don't laugh at me..." The girl's cheeks flushed. Her usually clear and high-pitched voice was now full of shyness and as thin as a mosquito:

"He is a scholar, a man who is destined to do great things. I am just a butcher's daughter who sells meat in public. How can I be worthy of him?"

"Well-deserved, well-deserved." The old woman laughed. The more the girl blushed, the more she couldn't help but tease her:

"What is Wenquxing? Only those who pass the exam are Wenquxing. If you fail, you are at most a poor scholar. A few years ago, wasn't the wife of that scholar in the next county also from a butcher's family?
He is a poor scholar. His father-in-law used so many pig hearts, pig lungs and pig offal to feed him. Now he has passed the imperial examination and become a master..."

The girl just shook her head and said nothing. The sun shone on the stone road, so hot that it blinded her eyes. When the boy returned, she didn't even see clearly:

"Miss Lin, thank you for taking care of me all along. I understand your intentions - as long as you have the heart, I will not let you down!"

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