The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 436: Shen Le, your craftsmanship will make capitalists cry, right? (Seeking guaranteed monthly ticket)

The colorful boat was abandoned alone on the shore. The crowd left in a mighty procession, and soon returned in a mighty procession.

This time, the soldiers who came back were a group of soldiers wearing shining helmets and armor, as fierce as wolves and tigers:
"This ship looks good! Let the shipwright take a close look. If there are no problems, we will incorporate it into the army!"

"This...this, General, this is a grand ceremony, and we have invited the god's boat..."

The boatman was terrified, his legs shaking so much that he couldn't even stand. The emperors of heaven, the five gods, the thirty-six plague gods, the seventy-two plague ghosts, all of you are invited to get on board!
Next, we can only burn this ship to worship the gods!

Incorporating them into the army and accompanying them on the expedition, would this kill the entire army? If so many soldiers were stationed in the barracks and a plague broke out, that would be a disaster!
"Shut up! Check quickly!" The officer in charge swung the whip with all his strength.

The wind blew past the boatman, and it was only because a young officer next to him pulled him that the whip lost its aim and did not kill the man directly.

The young officer who pulled the man away sighed and said in a gentle voice:
"Don't be afraid, just do your work quietly, nothing will happen. Since ancient times, the military camps have been filled with blood and murderous intent. What kind of ghosts and gods can be in the military camp? Impossible!"

As he spoke, he took out a silver ingot, stuffed it into the boatman's hand, and pushed him forward. With both a sweet date and a big stick, the boatman was trembling, but he had no choice but to move forward.

While muttering, "My Lord the Great Emperor, My Lord the God of Plague, they forced me to come here, I didn't mean to offend you," he walked around the ship and carefully examined it:
"It's good here, it's good here, it's good here too..."

"How is it? Do you understand?"

"See, I see... these ships are all good..."

Since they were all good, they were decisively incorporated into the team. Lanterns, flags, and puppets were roughly torn off, but no one dared to throw them away directly. Instead, they were stuffed into a cabin and locked with a click;

Then, a large number of people boarded the ship in formation;
Finally, this old warship of 400 tons, which had once sailed to the West and had been abandoned for many years for some unknown reason, was incorporated into the army and sailed down the river in a mighty force.

Shen Le followed on the boat, watching the troops capture Jiujiang, Nankang, and Anqing...

Just when they were about to capture the capital, an explosive piece of news spread among the army:

My hometown was raided!
My hometown Nanchang was taken!
The 400-ton warships returned quickly with the army. They fought the first battle, were defeated, and retreated. Then, the fire ships sailed downwind, with flames covering the sky...

There were screams, cries, and pleas for mercy. Large numbers of soldiers, or young men who were forced to flee, or civilians like the boatman, jumped into the lake:

They swam hard, trying to escape the burning and capsizing ship, climb onto safer, unburned boats, or try to swim to shore.

However, the vast majority of people could only watch the mast fall, the ship disintegrate, and the dark cloud bear down on them.

Some people tried hard to climb onto the side of the boat, but had their fingers chopped off by the sharp steel knives and had their bodies pierced by spears. They bled to death in the severe pain and sank into the water in agony.

Some people managed to escape the battlefield but lost their way, exhausted their strength in the vast lake, and slowly sank to the bottom...

Even the 400-ton warship that Shen Le had been following did not escape. Shen Le watched helplessly as this warship, which had once followed Zheng He to sea and won him great fame overseas, was hit with several large holes and slowly sank to the bottom of the water.

The moment the entire ship fell into the water, a gust of black wind blew across the battlefield. Large tracts of black fog, accompanied by wailing and screaming, swept across the battlefield, entered the warship, and disappeared...

The light returned to his eyes. Shen Le stood in the studio in a daze for a long time, then suddenly rushed to the computer and started typing furiously.

Search, search, which war in the Ming Dynasty started from Nanchang, went down the river, and finally ended in a decisive battle near Nanchang?
By the way, this battle seemed to be a rebellion. At least the two sides he saw fighting were both under the banner of "Ming"...

After typing in a few key words and pressing the Enter key, Shen Le suddenly didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

The funny thing is that this war was not large in scale and its destructive power was not particularly strong, but it was famous in the history of the Ming Dynasty:

The Ning Wang Rebellion, also known as the Chen Hao Rebellion, was a rebellion launched by Ning Wang Zhu Chenhao in Nanchang. It was put down after only 43 days.

The one who should cry is...

"Why didn't I react? Why didn't I walk around the battlefield more? Why didn't I take a look at such a famous person?"

Yes, the man who put down the Chenhao Rebellion was Wang Shouren, the governor of southern Jiangxi, also known as Wang Yangming. This man was a man of both literary and martial talents. He was a great scholar of the School of Mind, and he was the one who proposed the idea of "unity of knowledge and action";

As for Wu, you can see that he has never fought a single day of war, but he was able to quell many bandit problems as soon as he was thrown into southern Jiangxi. When Prince Ning rebelled, he was able to mobilize 80,000 troops in an instant and put down the rebellion in 43 days...

"Why didn't I remember that this was the Chen Hao Rebellion! If I remembered it, I would have gone to the other side to take a look at it!"

Unfortunately, he reacted too late, too late. Shen Le tried to touch the warship in front of him, patting, knocking, and pushing, but the wooden boat completely ignored him;
Not to mention giving him another memory and bringing him back to the battle scene at that time, not even a trace of black gas appeared.

Shen Le tried to spread his mental power to contact the warship in front of him. After a long time, he felt a little bit of gloomy, dark, and thrilling aura:
“It’s bitter!”

"it hurts--"

"Help, help—"

"I'm not a traitor, I was captured - spare my life -"

"Am I dying..."

"Save my child..."

One, two, five, ten, dozens, hundreds.

Those voices screamed, wailed, and cried. Shen Le tried to listen carefully, but could only hear short sentences, repeated over and over again, recording their last moments before death;
The greater power contained in this ship has lost consciousness and is just constantly vibrating, constantly conveying pain and resentment...

Shen Le frowned tightly. He subconsciously took a step back, and the black aura in the boat seemed to be awakened and rushed out a little;
He took another step back, and the black aura spread out a little more. Shen Le shuddered and shouted:

"Green Lantern!"

【coming! 】

The small oil lamp hummed, and a bolt of lightning struck the black gas. The entire factory was instantly bright, and the black gas seemed to be on fire, uttered a shrill whine, and shrank back into the hull;
The small oil lamp was even more merciless, with lightning flashing down one after another. The wooden boat swayed from side to side, wailing non-stop.

Suddenly, a burn mark flashed on the hull, becoming brighter and redder, and even a burning smell came. Shen Le frowned and quickly raised his voice:

"Qingdeng! That's enough!"

【oh……】

The small oil lamp responded dejectedly. It withdrew its lightning and formed an electric net around the wooden boat, crackling threateningly. The wooden boat stopped shaking and huddled quietly on the slipway, like a completely normal boat, without any abnormality. Shen Le sighed, walked over quickly, and touched the small oil lamp first:
"Qingdeng, you did a great job. From now on, I'll ask you for a favor, okay? Keep an eye on it? Don't let any black energy come out. Beat it every time it comes out."

The power gathered on this wooden ship, if he guessed correctly, might be mixed with plague?

A ceremony had been held previously, during which the plague god, plague ghosts, and the souls of those who died in the flood and plague were all summoned onto the wooden boat.

Then came the souls of those who died in battle. According to historical records, in the final battle of the Chen Hao Rebellion, "more than 3 soldiers were burned or drowned..."

If this power were to be leaked, the first people to suffer would be Zhuxi Town, his fellow apprentices, the residents of Nanhua Street, and the diners at Tianxiang Tower...

Fortunately, fortunately the small oil lamp can deter it!
[No problem! Watch me! ]

Qingdeng answered proudly. The electric net instantly lit up, surrounding the wooden boat, tightening and loosening threateningly. Shen Le stood nearby and could easily hear its smug and proud voice:
[Be good! Don’t come out of the hull! I’ll beat you every time you come out! Come out! Once! I’ll beat you! Once! ]

The wooden boat shrank even tighter. Shen Le stared at the wooden boat and observed it carefully for a long time before he slowly walked forward and put his hands on the boat:

"I know you're in pain, and I also know that this is not your fault... What can I do to help you? What can I do to purify the dark and painful forces in you?"

The boat rocked slightly, but remained silent. Shen Le carefully probed his spiritual power into it, trying to contact the consciousness in the boat.

After a long time, I could only feel a dim, chaotic, and almost completely unfocused consciousness:

【pain……】

Deep, dark, painful, and boundless despair. They waited for too long, until their consciousness faded and their souls dried up.

Originally, they should have followed the burned ships after the big ceremony, and dissipated and purified everything. But now, after accumulating and settling for so long, it is no longer something that can be solved by just one fire...

"Hello? Hello!"

Shen Le tried his best to use his mental power and communicate with the ship spirit, but he still couldn't arouse the consciousness of the ship spirit. He had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and continue working:

"Maybe... if we can completely repair this ship, we can communicate with it?"

Restoring it completely was a huge project. Shen Le walked around the wooden boat and decided to start with the raw materials.

He dragged out a large box, spread out the jute, tung oil and lime mixed and coagulated materials that he had taken out from the cracks in the hull, and frowned as he thought:

“I’m afraid that tung oil can’t be saved. After hundreds of years of deterioration, tung oil has completely changed in nature, and this change is irreversible.

Forget about the lime, it is too hard to separate it from the tung oil, so we might as well just clean it up together..."

He waved his hand gently, and thousands of strands of black silk flew up from her skirt, helping him push a box of bait into the water.

Shen Le poured a large amount of nutrient solution into the pool, allowing the exposed part of the jute silk to contact the nutrient solution as much as possible and absorb as much as possible:

"Grow! Grow! Grow!!!"

Seven or eight growth spells were cast in succession. The jute fibers absorbed the nutrient solution and expanded rapidly, struggling in the water like a giant dragon.

Shen Le stared at the pool, looking at the tung oil and lime solids that had cracked and revealed gaps after being expanded by the jute silk. He seized the opportunity and continued to cast spells:

"Cleaning technique! Cleaning technique! Cleaning technique—"

The invisible wind of magic blew into the pool. It quickly moved down along the jute silk, opened a crack, and swept away a piece of solidified matter. It opened again, and swept away again...

It was much more difficult to separate these materials that were stuck together than to remove dust. Shen Le was sweating profusely after casting spells, and he finally cleaned up a box of dust.

Turning around, there was one box, two boxes, three or four boxes, five or six boxes next to it...

The Longjiang Shipyard Chronicles recorded that the 1.4-ton warship used " kilograms of tung oil, kilograms of jute, and kilograms of lime" as the caulking material. Together, they were mixed into tons of caulking material, which was used to fill the seams of the ship.

Now, Shen Le is going to extract as much as possible 1.4 kilograms of jute from this 700 tons (oh, after a long time, it may become more or less, but it is an extremely strong mixture)...

"Look how good I am to you... In order to restore it to its original state and preserve your strength as much as possible, I would rather put in so much effort..."

Shen Le grumbled as he patiently worked hard. He worked so hard that he doubted his life:
"I always feel that... I am doing the same work as the children in the workhouse in Oliver Twist..."

Those children also sat on the ground all day long, taking apart scraps of cloth, old fishing nets, old hemp ropes, etc., and using them to make shipbuilding materials for the shipyard...

In any case, there is a big difference between working for yourself and working for others. Shen Le worked hard for three days and felt that his cleaning skills were becoming more and more smooth and proficient.

At the end of three days, he clapped his hands and stood up:

"Great! All the jute has been pulled out. Now, mix it with tung oil and lime, and we can use it to caulk the hull!"

Tung oil, lime, and clam ash were poured in box by box. The Longjiang Shipyard in Nanjing was inland and mainly used lime;
Shipyards along the coast of Fujian and Zhejiang are accustomed to using clam shell ash.

Shen Le took samples of these ingredients and sent them for testing. They contained both ingredients, and both were used in large quantities. What else could he do? He had to pour the mixing ingredients in proportion according to the test results:

"Jute! Grow up! Stir yourself up! Get up!"

In the huge pool, the thick and long cables were tumbling in the mixture of tung oil and lime, rotating, stirring, and covering the mixture, so that they could be mixed as thoroughly as possible.

Lan Zhuang was hanging high on the wooden shelf next to her. She watched Shen Le operate it and couldn't help but complain:

"Let the tools process themselves and repair themselves... Shen Le, your craftsmanship will make even the capitalists cry, right?"

　Cat will travel with his dad starting on the 4th!

　　So starting from today, Cat will update once a day, and each update will be 4000 words!
　　At the end of the trip, I will look at the average subscription situation and decide whether to change the update method...

　　Yes, it is like that!

　　By the way, I would like to ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)