The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 437 Shen Le! What are you doing by ruining my makeup?

Shen Le rolled his eyes at Lan Zhuang and continued to work hard.

What's wrong if I let the jute stir itself?
The energy for growth is provided by me!
Or I control it to twist left, right, curl, relax, hover, and tumble!
I just didn't get the hang of it - who says that mental power isn't a part of me! Who says that using mental power to do work isn't work!

He carefully mixed the jute with tung oil and lime until it was almost solid. Then he carried the bucket over and stuffed the jute into the seams of the boat one strand at a time.

Climbing up and down, wielding hammers and wedges, working hard. The little guys watched for a while, their hair gushing out, wanting to help, but Shen Le quickly stopped them:

"Get out of the way! Don't move! - Don't get your hair stuck in it!"

Emma, a piece of smooth hair, when it touches tung oil, it will stick to it and get mixed in. What if the small oil lamp is nearby and gets excited, and creates some sparks, crackling -

It can burn them all along the hair!
Shen Le waved his hands vigorously, creating a breeze that pushed them back and stopped them from helping. The women in skirts dodged left and right, bowing constantly to express their desire to help. Shen Le felt a little distressed when he saw this:

These little guys carry the past of the singers along the Qinhuai River as well as their personalities.

Although some were bold, some were gentle, and some were cunning, they all tried their best, as if they had just escaped from a disaster, to prove that they were useful and that they could help.

"Be good, you don't have to do this." Shen Le simply put down his tools, walked to their middle, straightened out the three thousand strands of black hair one by one, tied them up, and held them above the collar.

The last move seemed a bit scary, but he didn't care and tied up the hair of the girls in Luo skirts one by one:
"You are the spirits of the instruments that I personally repaired, awakened to their spirits, and brought into my home. You are the children of my family.

——Children are free at home at all times. No one will bully you or drive you out just because you can’t help…”

He tidied up the women in skirts one by one, waved his hands and pushed them back into the shrine. As soon as he turned around, the little ink bucket squeaked and directed his younger brothers to start working hard:
Make a hammer, a wedge, and something with a very strange shape that looks like a pot lid or two clam shells put together.

After finishing, he whistled, rolled up a set of tools, and started to help Shen Le with the work:

A spoon covered with a protective shell scooped up a spoonful of jute and put it close to the seam of the hull;
A wedge covered with a protective shell, dipped a little jute in a spoon, rolled and rolled, rolled it around the tip of the wedge and stuffed it into the hull.

Then, aim the hammer at the top of the wedge and knock, knock, knock, knock!
"Zheng Mo, you did a great job!"

Shen Le smiled and praised. Little Modou worked hard, knocking a spoonful of jute into the cracks in the hull in one breath, and then, happily, came to dance in front of him:

[Not stained! Not stained! Not stained at all! ]

"Oh, you mean, if we work this way, we won't get tung oil and lime on us?"

[Of course! See how well I do! ]

Good, it's really good. Shen Le picked up the inkstone in his hand, stroked it back and forth, and praised it vigorously. When he turned around, a row of women in skirts stood by, waiting eagerly...

The inkstone jumped out of his hand, and he immediately directed the hammers, chisels, planes, and knives to work hard. He made seven or eight copies in one go, and then took the lead and directed the women to work:
【Scoop it up! Scoop it up! 】

【Don’t be greedy! When you scoop it up, it should be at most 80% full! 】

[After scooping up, hold it flat! The spoon should be slightly downward. Be careful that the tung oil will flow down the handle of the spoon and onto you! ]

【Wedge down! Roll up the jute with the tip of the wedge! No more than a quarter of the way up the wedge! 】

[Hit gently! Don't use too much force! Don't let the tung oil splash out of the range of the shield! ]

It gave a command, and the Luoquns followed suit, being extremely obedient. Shen Le watched two rounds from the side, and was sure that the Luoquns would not let the tung oil splash on them, let alone stick to the hull, and heaved a sigh of relief:

Thank God, someone finally came to help him. He really couldn't fill all the 1.4 tons of shipbuilding materials into the gaps in the planks by himself!

I'm really exhausted every minute!
Now, little Modou, wearing her silk skirt and red wedding dress, has diligently taken over this extremely complicated job.

Shen Le was still worried that the tung oil would splash too far and stain their clothes. But when she turned around, she found Lan Zhuang behind her, staring at her closely:
Some tung oil leaked out along the handle of the spoon or the surface of the wedge. It was still two feet away from Luo Qun and the others, but the cleaning spell talisman had already lit up. With one roll and one sweep, the tung oil was swept back into the bucket, clean and tidy!

Well done!

perfect!

I don’t have to worry about this work at all!
Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief, freeing himself from this complicated task. He rolled up his sleeves and began to mix paint, preparing to repair the peeling paint on the hull. As he mixed the paint, his brows furrowed more and more tightly:
For example, when he was repairing a doll cabinet or a dressing box, he would boil some fish bladder glue, inject it into the gaps with a syringe, and glue it back little by little.

The surface area of the doll cabinet that needs to be repaired is less than 2 square meters in total, and the dressing box is even smaller, less than one square meter.

With such a small area, he could certainly repair it patiently, one square centimeter at a time. But this big ship...

This area is over 200 square meters!
If he could repair one square meter a day using the original method, he would wake up from his dream with a smile. But for 200 square meters, he would probably have to wait until next year to repair it, right?

Urgently looking for skipping class!

Urgently need a wheelchair!

Urgently looking for strategy!

Unfortunately, there is no strategy, and no one has made a strategy for him. There is no anchor, no big V, no high-level player to pave the way ahead, and of course, there is no Fengling Yueying who will make a "ding" sound to ensure that you pass the level immediately...

There was only Shen Le himself, a group of papers he had found, and a group of talismans he had. There was also a lot of money, and the money guaranteed unlimited opportunities for trial and error...

Shen Le concentrated on thinking for a while, then asked Xiao Modou to saw a few dozen wooden boards for him. He picked up the paintbrush and painted ten wooden boards in one breath, then closed his eyes slightly:
Fire Talisman, move out!
This time, what he summoned out was not a huge fireball, but a small fire bead the size of a cherry.

The fire bead burned quietly in his palm. Although it was only one centimeter away from his skin, he could not feel any heat.

Shen Le thought for a moment, and his mental power spread out like running water. The fire bead was also spread out like a rolling pin, forming a thin pancake.

Then the pancake moved outward, outward, out of the palm edge, and fell vertically. It landed just above the painted board and continued to extend outward, becoming a beautiful square that was exactly the same as the board.

After a pause, the pancake continues to fall, plummeting to the paint surface, sinking, dipping...

The golden red color suddenly lit up. A wave of heat rushed towards him, causing Shen Le to squint his eyes and lean back subconsciously.

When he came to his senses, the paint on the wooden board curled, shrunk, and cracked into pieces, with each edge curled up high... "This is too dry." Shen Le sighed, opened his notebook and started to make some notes.

In the first test, the drying speed was too fast and the paint was obviously warped. Improvement direction: reduce the flame temperature; reduce the flame burst speed; reduce the intensity of single output...

He turned over and over in these three directions, trying each direction more than ten times, but gained nothing except a pile of wooden boards with cracked and warped paint.

At this point, Shen Le could only comfort himself that this pile of wood was useful, at least it could prepare for the next stage of the experiment. Then, he started to try in another direction:

First, a large amount of high-temperature steam is used to wet the cracked paint on the wooden board and soften it.

When I finished here, Xiao Modou had already boiled the fish bladder glue and ran over with a huge syringe that was probably used in pig farms:

【Can I come? 】

"Sure! You give it a try! Don't worry, just do it little by little. It doesn't matter if there's a little extra. We can clean it up later!"

The little ink fountain was very happy. He used the ink thread to wrap the syringe and injected fish bladder glue under the paint leather, little by little.

After all the injections were completed, a goose yellow silk dress floated to the side, her black hair was flying, and she rolled up countless cotton swabs, carefully smoothing out the raised patent leather.

All done, Shen Le stood in front of the wooden board, adjusted his breathing, concentrated his mind, and flew out the talisman:

"Bi Shui——"

The water-repellent talisman can be used to create a waterless space around him, ensuring that he can move freely in the water and will not drown.

So, if we change our thinking, is it possible to drain the moisture from the fish bladder glue, allow it to dry quickly, and stick to the paint leather?

Shen Le had tried repeatedly with sand, cinder floors and wooden boards beforehand, and had become proficient at it and had basically achieved satisfactory results.

This time, the water repellent talisman fell on the fish bladder glue, stirring up a fine mist of water. As far as Shen Le could see, the fish bladder glue quickly thickened, dried, and hardened, supporting the lacquer leather and curling up with it.

Shen Le was silent for a moment and scratched his head:
"It seems that the water-repellent talisman was overused..."

He could usually activate this talisman and it could displace a water ball with a diameter of two meters, which was enough for him to stand up comfortably.

Now, it is used to expel the moisture in the fish bladder gel. One stimulation seems to have only expelled... ten milliliters?

Five milliliters?
Uh, the fish bladder glue injected into this wooden board, totaling less than 10 milliliters. As for the water content inside, let alone 10 milliliters, it's less than 5 milliliters.

"So, we need to strengthen our control and control the water-repellent talisman more finely... We need to make it basically dry, but not dry to the point of curling and cracking?"

No problem, just keep practicing, keep experimenting. Shen Le was reluctant to use the fish bladder glue, so he simply squatted on the ground, trying to splash water on the cinder floor, trying to throw the water-repelling talisman;
Control the ground to be half dry, slightly dry, and almost dry. Stop for a while, pour another cup of water, and practice controlling the water-repelling charm again...

After I have gained more experience with sand, I brushed a layer of paint on the board and made sure the paint dried quickly;

Once the paint has dried to the correct depth in one go, use the fish maw glue to test...

"Shen Le, what are you busy with?"

He squatted in the factory, forgetting to eat and sleep, and was so busy that he didn't notice the time passing. No one urged him, no one reminded him, and even the lights in the factory were the same from day to night.

I don't know how long it took, but this concentration was finally broken by someone. The proprietress carried a lunch box, opened the door of the factory woven with vines, and walked in quickly:

"You haven't eaten for a whole day and night!"

Shen Le turned his head like a robot, his eyes fixed on the face of the proprietress, fixed and stunned. He did not speak, nor did he stand up, staring at the proprietress for a moment, and suddenly waved his hand -

A pale white talisman light, extremely subtle and almost invisible, fell on the proprietress's face.

"Shen Le, what are you doing!"

The proprietress took a step back suddenly. She touched her cheek with her backhand and her voice suddenly became higher:
"My face! I worked so hard to put on my nude makeup, but you ruined it all!"

"Ah...ah!" Shen Le was startled by her scream, and woke up instantly. He stared at the boss, turned his head to look at the wooden board under his hands, then looked at the boss's wife, and immediately apologized:

"Sorry, sorry! I was confused while practicing magic! - How are you? Are you okay?"

"It's okay..." The lady boss rolled her eyes at him unhappily.
"What kind of magic are you practicing? My demonic power is already quite strong, but the magic you used just now was able to penetrate my demonic power protection and dries up all my foundation!"

Fortunately, it was just foundation, and it didn't hurt my skin, so I just had to go back and reapply my makeup. But the power of that spell was very small, very weak - what if it was stronger?

What if the power Shen Le unleashes is enough to fight?

Then it’s not a matter of the foundation drying up, it’s that her branches, leaves, and flowers have been stripped of all their moisture, and her body has turned into dead wood!
"Nothing... just an ordinary water-repellent talisman. I use it to speed up the drying of the fish bladder glue." Shen Le answered somewhat awkwardly.

The proprietress stared at him for a long while, then sighed. She handed him the lunch box and bowed to him from a distance:
"Mr. Shen, Boss Shen, I beg you, next time, unless you are fighting, don't throw the water-repelling talisman at others, okay? It will kill people!"

She was already a peony flower demon who had practiced for thousands of years, but she was caught off guard and her makeup was still ruined. If this was thrown at an ordinary person, with full force, it would probably drain all the water out of the body in an instant!
Shen Le nodded awkwardly. The proprietress touched the dried foundation on her face, not wanting to talk anymore, she bowed and turned away.

Shen Le was the only one left, eating his meal in big mouthfuls, his mind wandering:

"Yes... After I have mastered the fireball technique and the water-repelling technique, I will also master the flying technique... Even if the little oil lamp is not around, I am not afraid of anyone!"

"I'm not afraid of any monsters!"

Oh, and it would be best if there was a defensive spell that could instantly erect a solid wall around me...

　Thanks to @赤色彗星玛斯 for the 20000 starting coins

　　Thanks to @天天天情 for the 1030 starting coins

　　
　
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