The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 44 Help, the carpentry skill also includes force injection?

Open surgery means open surgery.

Compared with minimally invasive surgery, open surgery causes more bleeding, greater damage to the human body, longer postoperative recovery time, higher possibility of infection, and more complications.

The only advantage is saving money, especially many years ago, many surgical instruments used for minimally invasive surgery had to be imported, and could only be paid for by oneself and could not be reimbursed, and the price of a piece of equipment started at 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

Shen Le was silent. When his grandfather was alive, he had to choose between major surgery and minimally invasive surgery. His grandfather was reluctant to spend the money and insisted on major surgery. It was he who insisted on minimally invasive surgery.

The price was that the cost of the operation was paid by his uncle. After his grandfather passed away, the house left behind went to his uncle. He went far away to study and never had roots in his hometown again.

But he has no regrets. After the minimally invasive surgery, my grandfather was able to get out of bed on the same day and was discharged from the hospital within a week. His fellow patients who had surgery at the same time as him are still lying in bed.

...Even so, does a father have to suffer so much just to get that tiny chance for his child to go to high school?

"But the child..."

"Let the child learn the craft from you!" When the wife made a firm conclusion:
"For a family like ours, it's fine if he has good grades, but if his grades are not good, we can't afford to support him!"

"That won't work! I just didn't have any education since I was little, so I had to go out and build cabinets for other people every day. You can't be a boss without education." The father shook his head:
"Do I have to make my son go through the same hardships I went through? Study, you must study!"

"What if the child can't read? If you can't read, how can he read?!"

"What does this have to do with me? I work outside every day, and the child refuses to study. Isn't it because you didn't take good care of him?"

"Why are you blaming me again? You work all day, and I don't work all day?! You come home every day to lie on the sofa, and I come home every day to buy groceries, wash clothes and cook. Who is working harder?!"

Then they started to blame each other, bring up old issues, and had a huge quarrel. The wife complained that the food she ate during the confinement period was not to her taste, and the husband bought ribs when she asked him to buy leg meat. She started to complain like a torrential rain.

Shen Le covered his ears with his hands, wishing he could get out of this memory immediately. In the gap between his mother's breaths, the child held an old inkstone and said timidly:
"Dad, Mom, I still want to be a carpenter..."

"no!"

boom!
The inkwell was snatched from the child's hand and thrown down hard. The exquisite ghost ball flew out of the ink tank and hit the ground, breaking into pieces with a crack.

Shen Le's vision completely darkened. He couldn't help but sigh softly:
In the eyes of the older generation, "being a carpenter" is a job that they can be proud of. It is a job that can be rated as an advanced producer, a March 8th Red Flag Bearer, and they can accept commendations with their heads held high.

The old couple has devoted their entire lives to this job. Even after long retirement, these tools are still wiped and maintained regularly.

But, when it comes to my son’s generation, this generation…

Regardless of the income, at least, it is no longer the kind of job that a father would agree to, or even expect his son to do...

Life, worldly affairs...

Before he could finish his sigh, his head suddenly sank. Shen Le raised his hand to cover his forehead, and felt the veins on his forehead throbbing, as if his entire brain was about to explode:
The experience of repairing the puppet last time was repeated again. Memories like a revolving lantern, rushing directly into my mind:

When the old couple were young, they worked facing each other at the same big table. The husband had a copy of "Mechanical Drawing" spread out in front of him, reading intently, while the wife lowered her head slightly, sharpening a duckbill pen.

The wife rocked the cradle with her left hand, read a book with her right hand, and hummed a ballad. The husband was planing some wood beside her, and had already built an outline of a walker.
After moving into the new house, the husband was sawing wood vigorously to make a big bed, while his wife was polishing the bed board of a small bed;
After being laid off, the wife went out to do decoration work for others. When she came back, she spread out the sketches and told her husband with gestures what new styles had been introduced. She and her husband worked out how to make them quickly and well. The elderly husband lying on the hospital bed held his wife's hand tightly, and in his other hand, he was holding a half-made ghost ball...

The high spirits of producing a satisfactory finished product, the joy of inventing a handy tool, the pride and satisfaction of completing a difficult task...

At the same time, material selection, marking, breaking, sawing, planing, shaving, grinding...all kinds of woodworking skills all popped into his head and churned around in it.

In just this moment, Shen Le seemed to have lived for decades and created countless furniture, tools, and molds with his own hands.

I feel like now, if you give him a piece of wood, he can pick up the carpentry tools in the tool box and make a table if he wants to, or a cabinet if he wants to...

Regardless of whether Shen Le needed this ability or not, the flood of memories had already made him dizzy and his temples buzzed. He covered his forehead and couldn't help but groan:
"Wow... next time, can you go a little slower... or even extend the time so that I can practice slowly in the soul space?"

The copper piece remained silent, ignoring him completely. Shen Le broke out in a sweat and finally recovered. He pulled out the copper piece and saw that it had indeed changed again:

The copper piece that was three quarters the size of a palm became as big as the entire palm, stretching the outer net a great deal and nearly breaking it.

There is also an extra protrusion on the copper plate. Although it is impossible to tell what the text is, it is obvious that there is an extra stroke and the text is getting closer and closer.

As for the second light spot that lit up, it might represent the ink fountain...

Shen Le had no intention of poking it. What a joke, memory indoctrination is also very tiring, he has had enough today!

Even if the sky falls, we can talk about it tomorrow...

Shen Le thought so confidently, the red string flying on his fingertips, he quickly tied the copper piece again, and went to bed quickly.

Early the next morning, I sent Pinocchio to work. After practicing the Five Animal Exercises and the Spirit Eye Technique, I was about to explore the new functions of the copper piece when I received a phone call.

Shen Le picked up the phone, his eyes lit up:
"Come to install the air conditioner? - Okay! Just come in through the back door, it's closer, I'll be there soon!"

Ah, the two air conditioners he ordered finally arrived.

Install one in the bedroom and one in the bathroom. After that, you no longer have to endure the smell of paint, acetone, and various dusts, or have to run outside to the yard to get some fresh air under the scorching sun...

Shen Le happily ran to the back door. When the door opened, there were already two men waiting there, one older and one younger, each pulling a small trailer with four large boxes stacked on top:

Ouch, acquaintance?
Shen Le recognized the older man at a glance. It was Zheng Xiaohua, the second-generation owner of the inkstone, whom he had just seen in his memory yesterday.

The younger one standing next to the older one had a similar facial shape, and was also somewhat similar to the young man Shen Le saw in his memory, holding an inkstone and saying, "I want to learn carpentry."

Shen Le was already somewhat confident in his heart, and nodded and smiled at them:

"Master Zheng? Are you here to install the air conditioner? You've worked so hard, come in!"

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(End of this chapter)