The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 43 This ink fountain has a bad temper! It hits me!

Regardless of whether Modou has a good temper or not, he is still alive. We can’t beat him to death or stuff him into the stove. Shen Le sighed and consoled himself:

In any case, the little inkstone hit him with the ghost ball, not with the cone part of the lead weight.

The former would only leave a mark, which could be rubbed away without causing any pain; the latter, however, could actually cost someone’s life…

And what do you want?

Please give me some indication!

The inkstone remained silent and motionless, with even the lead weight hanging down, lying quietly on the table.

Shen Le took a step back, silently practicing his skills, and used his spiritual eyes to see. He took a quick look and took another step back:
From the lion-shaped ink fountain, to the spool with silk thread wrapped around it, to the lead weight and the ghost ball at the end of the spool, the aura that can only be seen with the spirit eye is dancing wildly and boiling, one wave higher than the other.

Not only was the smell from the ink fountain boiling, but the smell of the box of carpentry tools near the ink fountain and the old tools in the box were also boiling.

Although the auras were very faint and could not be compared with the inkstone, dozens of tools put together and responded to the inkstone made it look like a group of demons dancing wildly!
"You guys didn't all survive, did you? If you all survived, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to support this house..."

Ah, I don’t have to eat for my carpentry tools, I don’t have to buy clothes, and the house is my own, so I don’t have to pay rent for them.

That's okay...

Shen Le was lost in thought for a moment and forgot to guard against the ink fountain. With a snap, the ghost ball flew up and hit him on the forehead again.

Shen Le cried out softly and covered his forehead again:

Oh no, he forgot! The silk thread of the inkstone is 18 meters long, which means that unless he hides 18 meters away, there is no way he can escape the precise attack of the inkstone!
"What do you want me to do? Just tell me!"

Mo Dou did not speak, nor did he try to draw the ink line to form various words. He just sent up the lead weight and hit Shen Le on the forehead again.

Shen Le retreated, leaned back, dodged left and right, and waved his hands wildly. However, his agility was still not enough, and after dodging twice, he was hit on the head by the ghost ball:

"Ouch!"

One, two, but not three!

If you continue like this, I will smash your ghost ball!

Shen Le was furious. Before he could finish his thought, his vision went dark again, and then he burst into a loud shout:
"You want to be a carpenter? No! Absolutely not!"

Ah, this is the last memory, right?
The ink fountain has been completely repaired. Shouldn't you tell him what you want him to do?

Shen Le looked around. The scene he saw this time was much more recent than the previous ones. At least the TV in the room was an LCD TV, not one of those old big-butt TVs.

However, apart from this, the furnishings in the room were still old:
On the wooden board at the head of the bed, plum branches stretched out on both sides, magpies spread their wings, and surrounded a large peony flower in the middle. The bas-relief flower pattern was exactly the same as the bed in the silver-haired old lady's home;

The wooden boards on the left and right bedside tables had three or four cracks of varying sizes on the front, and were clearly decades old. They were covered with crocheted dust covers.

The large wardrobe next to the bed had dozens of parallel lines drawn on the side with a ballpoint pen. The parallel lines at the bottom were longer, and the parallel lines at the top were shorter, clearly recording the growth process of a child from childhood to adulthood...

However, the child who was placed high hopes by his parents, the child whose height was recorded time and time again since he was a child, was now curled up on a small stool in the corner, holding the familiar old inkstone in his hands, without saying a word.

In front of the child, the father's face was heavy. He strode back and forth, and finally made up his mind: "We still have to pay the sponsorship fee! Pay 40,000 yuan and let him go to Yucai Middle School. We won't go to technical secondary school!"

"No!" In the kitchen, the sound of cutting vegetables immediately became louder. The sound of the kitchen knife and the chopping board colliding could not suppress the woman's high-pitched voice:

"Zheng Xiaohua! That money is for your medical treatment! Going to high school or technical secondary school is all studying, why can't you continue studying?"

"Technical secondary school is definitely not an option!" The father rushed into the kitchen and argued with his wife:

“What good options are there for technical secondary schools now?
Go learn to be a chef, surrounded by smoke and fire every day, and stand all day long?

Or should I learn auto repair, crawl under cars every day, and get covered in grease?
Or learn mechanics and work in a factory, where one day you'll have your fingers cut off by a machine?!"

"What's the point of going to high school?" The mother did not back down:

"His score is still four points short of the passing line. Even if he pays the sponsorship fee and gets in, it will only be the worst high school. Then what? Can he get into a key university?

——You still have to go to college or technical school! Why go through so much trouble and spend so much money? "

Uh… this is true… I can’t even pass the junior high school entrance exam score line, so it’s really too difficult to change my fate in high school…

By this time, Shen Le had already recognized them. This couple was the couple he had seen several times in real life, the couple who sold him the ink fountain and a complete set of woodworking tools.

In real life, I watched them quarrel and get divorced. I didn't expect that in Modou's memory, I would have to watch them quarrel again. Fortunately, before the quarrel started, the man's tone softened a little:

"The child is young now and doesn't understand anything. After finishing high school, he should go to college so that he can be more sensible." He whispered:

"Technical secondary schools nowadays are in such a mess. Every day they are either fighting or picking up girls. We have to wait until he has self-control before going. As parents, we have to be responsible for our children..."

"You can't spend money recklessly!" The mother's tone softened slightly, but soon became stiff again:
"Your back is not in good condition. The doctor has told you several times that you need surgery, but you don't have the money... The minimally invasive disc surgery costs more than 30,000 yuan out of pocket. If you spend the money, what if your back hurts again?"

Speaking of back pain, the man subconsciously hammered his waist with his backhand, and a look of pain flashed across his face.

Squatting, bending over, and hunching over to work all year round caused problems with his lumbar spine early on. He had to sleep on a hard bed all year round and apply plasters and hot compresses every few days.

If it was just pain, I could still bear it, but when the back pain flared up, I couldn't move at all lying in bed, let alone go out to work.

If I can’t work, I have no income. Not only that, I have to drag someone home to take care of me…

"I can use a big knife." The man said in a heavy voice:
"Major surgery only costs a few thousand dollars, and it can be covered by medical insurance. There's no need for minimally invasive surgery!"

"It's necessary!" The wife raised her voice again:
"Minimally invasive surgery is very painless, and patients can get out of bed on the same day and walk out of the hospital within a week.

After the major surgery, I couldn't get out of bed for a week and had to be hospitalized for at least half a month. I bled a lot and recovered slowly.

This money cannot be saved, and minimally invasive surgery must be performed..."

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