The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 530 Feed the little guys? Do you want me to chew up the saw blades and feed them? ! (Seeking a guaranteed monthly ticket)
[Too bad.]

[It’s really bad. ]

【It can only last for three days.】

[There are so many ways to seal it, but none of them can. 】

The little guys were rustling and whispering. Little Modou was furious:
[It’s not that I’m bad! It’s that the material is bad! The material is too poor! How can a wall made of ordinary wood withstand this? ]

It jumped up, swung the ink line, and crackled and whipped around. The little guys scattered, and even the most capable little oil lamp didn't want to confront it directly, so it jumped high and dove into Shen Le's backpack:
With a swish sound, the zipper closed and hid it inside. Shen Le quickly came over and picked up the little inkstone:

"That's right, Zheng Mo is the best and most powerful. The model of our house you made is still in good condition and can perfectly monitor the entire house.

——It’s my fault. I didn’t take out the spiritual wood at the beginning, which caused you to waste your efforts. Can we do it again?"

While praising him, his hands were filled with heat, which flowed into the ink fountain.

The small ink fountain flicked the ink line twice with a "clang" sound. From the wooden ink box to the dark ink line, and then to the heavy lead weight, everywhere was shining, as if showing off Shen Le's favoritism to his friends.

It waved the lead weight over Shen Le's head for a few circles before slowly stopping and comforting Shen Le:

"It's okay, we'll use spiritual wood this time! The spiritual wood has a strong carrying capacity! It will ensure that the seal is strong and nothing leaks out, and that those people won't be disturbed!"

Shen Le quickly took out a few pieces of spiritual wood. One piece was light yellow in color, with even texture and a slight pine scent. It was red pine from the secret realm of Baishan Heishui.
The other piece is dark in color, heavy in the hand, with fine and clear texture. It is the ironwood from the secret realm of the Golden Triangle.

Shen Le was not quite familiar with the third section of spiritual wood. Its color and density were between the two, but its spiritual energy was the strongest. Shen Le took it out from the Yuhuan Secret Realm and now carried it with him.

As soon as he put down the spiritual wood, the little ink bucket jumped up:

[These things are all very good! Look at me! ]

The ink lines flew, leaving vertical marks on the wood, and the saws followed closely. Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish - click.

[Ahhhh, it hurts! ]

[It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—]

[Why do you ask us to saw such hard wood? ]

[My saw teeth are broken! ]

[Several of my saw teeth broke! ]

[My saw blade is broken! It’s broken! It’s about to break completely! ]

[I’m going to die——]

The wooden furniture under the command of Xiao Modou were usually quiet and never made a sound. This was the first time Shen Le heard them making a big noise.

Then I saw the small inkstone waving the ink line, "bang", "bang", "bang", hitting them on the head one by one, and suddenly they were quiet.

Then, the ink line shook slightly, and it seemed that a ray of light flowed along the ink fountain body and poured into these tools.

After a while, the saws hummed and moaned, as if they had been hit with a spirit-injecting stick. They all became energetic and went back to work.

"Uh, well...should I change the saw blades for them?"

Shen Le felt a little sorry for them. God has mercy on them. These woodworking furniture, like small ink fountains, have been used since the 1950s and 1960s, 1960s and 1970s, and have been used until now.
The little inkstone has enough spiritual strength to strengthen these tools. Just seeing that they can't speak immediately, we know that their spiritual strength is relatively weak, and it is estimated that their main body is not strong enough;
These saws, planes, chisels, and knives are used to process ordinary wood. With the spiritual infiltration, they probably won’t wear out. They are used to process spiritual wood...

[Can’t change! It’s even worse if I change! ]

Sure enough, Xiao Modou immediately rejected Shen Le's idea. He paused and added:
[But you can give them some saw blades, razor blades or something and let them eat it! ]

This was not a big problem. Shen Le made two phone calls and someone sent a batch of carbide, tungsten steel, bimetallic saw blades and so on.

Shen Le placed them one by one on the saw, flattening them against the original saw blade, and saw...

Then I saw...

Nothing has changed...

"How about changing the saw blade?"

[They just eat slowly! This saw blade is too hard, they can't eat it!] Little Modou flatly denied:

[Or, can you help them? ]

Shen Le: “…”

How can I help?
I can't chew up the saw blades and feed them to them! Even if I wanted to, I would have to have the teeth to do it, okay?

[Talisman! Talisman! If you can draw the power of the gold element, you can output it in the opposite direction! ]

Xiao Modou yelled. Shen Le thought about it and realized that he was right:

Fortunately, when he dragged the big black fish away from the seabed, or when he was repairing the sky near the underwater volcano, the copper sheet gave him a gold talisman. In this case, let's go!

Shen Le took two metal pipes, one brand new and one rusted, and tried carefully:
Using the gold talisman, he extracted the gold from the brand new metal tube, watching it gradually rust, become loose, and soften until it could collapse with a single finger.
Then inject the gold into the second metal tube and watch the rusted part gradually disappear and it gradually become brand new and hard.

Well, reliable!

This will work!

He gave himself a thumbs up. He picked up another saw blade and placed it next to the saw with broken teeth under the small ink fountain.

Activate the gold talisman, extract, inject, extract, inject, extract, inject——

【Slow down, slow down, slow down! 】

The little ink fountain yelled. The saw blade shook rapidly several times, bulging, flattening, bulging again, and flattening again.

If Shen Le didn't know what he had done, he would probably think that the saw blade was full and had a bulging belly, and then he would press the belly down...

He moved his feet and injected gold power into the saw blades one by one. This time he controlled the output a little bit and stopped without waiting for Xiao Modou to call for a stop.

After a round of injection, I returned to the saw I had started with, and saw blades had flattened out, no longer undulating. The broken teeth on the saw had grown a small piece...

So what I extract and inject is matter or energy?
It shouldn't just be energy. If it were just energy, to make it grow so big, according to the calculation of E=mc, wouldn't I be able to rub a nuclear bomb with my hands?

Shen Le suppressed these messy thoughts and injected energy into the saws again, and then the chisels, planes, files, hammers, axes, adzes...

Back and forth, rain and dew were equally shared. Until I was exhausted and my temples were throbbing, I stretched out my limbs and lay down on the side.

The tools that he injected with the power of gold were guaranteed to have a shiny surface, no longer dull, and without any rust.

The saw that yielded the most gains had its broken teeth fully grown back. They flew back and forth on the surface of the spirit wood, stretching rapidly and causing sawdust to fly out in a whirlwind.

[Don’t be so extravagant! Don’t waste it!] Little Modou yelled:

[Keep all these sawdust! When you are done, share them and eat them to strengthen the main body! ]

Ah this...

No, really no. Little Modou, our family is rich. We have plenty of spiritual wood that you want to eat. I can afford it for you. You don't need to pick up every bit of sawdust to eat...

Shen Le was ashamed. The little ink fountain was already waving the ink line, making a whirring sound, whipping the little guys to work hard.

Shen Le only needed to sit and watch them saw the wood into two pieces, then four pieces, sawing the logs into boards, plane the boards, and start processing various parts...

The wood of ironwood is processed into all the large pillars and beams, and built into the structure of the house, giving it an appearance of being immortal for a thousand years.

The wood of red pine is processed into rafters, lintels, brackets, and corbels, which are large pieces that help form the frame of the house.

As for the spiritual wood from the Yuhuan Secret Realm, a group of small planes, chisels, and knives that Shen Le bought later for micro-carving flew over it and danced on it:
They are made into various walls, window frames, door frames, furniture, and all decorative and carved parts, all using them as raw materials.

Just looking at these little guys bought from the store, who have no spiritual basis at all, and being able to be so flexible, you can tell how much effort Xiao Modou has put into them.

Alas, ever since Shen Le had repaired the doll cabinet, he no longer had the need to carve small objects, so these miniature tools have been lying idle;
Little Modou works diligently to strengthen them so that they can have enough strength to work independently. It's so well behaved and thoughtful!
Shen Le couldn't help but touch the inkstone again, and tried to input a wave of spiritual energy into it. Under his fingertips, the wood trembled slightly, and the wooden lion on the inkstone shook its mane like a real lion:
[Don't just play with me! Go and mix the mud! Make sure you knead the spiritual soil! There's work to do on the other side!]

Ah this...

Please tell me, what does it feel like to be supervised by your own spirit?

Shen Le shrugged, put down the inkstone and worked hard.

He had dug this batch of spiritual soil from the Yuhuan Secret Realm, originally intending to give it to the proprietress to grow spiritual medicines - in other words, it just looked like clay.

In fact, can clay be used to make pottery, bricks, and tiles? Forgive Shen Le, he really doesn't know much about this...

Well, I just "don't quite understand", barely understand a little. As a professional in ancient building restoration, I have some experience in what kind of soil is used in different buildings in different places;

Shen Le had made a lot of clay sculptures after all, so he had some idea about what kind of clay was used for them.

Now looking at it carefully, although it is just spiritual soil dug casually from the riverbank, at least the soil is relatively fine. When you pinch it with your hands, it feels a bit sticky. After careful processing, it should... be usable?
Shen Le first reached out and picked out the larger tree roots, grass roots, and stones. He found a filter and shook it vigorously to filter the spiritual soil and remove foreign matter.

Then, I turned on my phone, searched for information, and followed the video on how to wash fine mud for firing porcelain in the video clip. I began to wash the mud...

Fortunately, he was not going to make porcelain, let alone Jingdezhen-style fine porcelain, so he didn't need three or four levels of washing pools. After two rough washes, he got the fine mud and dried it.

Shen Le took out a bottle of spiritual spring water from the Yuhuan Secret Realm and poured it into the spiritual soil. The clay figurine team immediately went into action and began to make tiles, floor tiles, ridge tiles, stone foundations, and various other parts.

Shen Le took a break from his busy work and sat down beside them, drinking tea and watching them work. After watching them for a while, he felt something was wrong:
"Little Sister Zhong! Take control of your men! Just do your job and don't steal my spiritual soil!"

He had seen these clay figurines smearing spiritual soil on themselves while mixing clay and making parts.
After rubbing the mud once, the spiritual soil on my hands stuck to my fingers and disappeared in an instant! It was sucked in!
Then, a small piece of the spiritual soil used as raw material was missing! And the clay figurine's fingers and palms also became brighter, more solid, and smoother...

Every time you knead it, a small piece is left. After making a batch of tiles, a small piece is left. After making another batch of floor tiles, a small piece is left again.

Those cut edges and corners, which could have been kneaded and used as raw materials, are all gone...

[The little ones need to eat, too.] Zhong Xiaomei replied leisurely:
[They just woke up and are very weak. They have to teleport here and there all day long. They have spiritual energy, but they can't be without their bodies...]

"If you want spiritual soil, I'll find some spiritual soil for them after this round! Now focus on your work! If you keep stealing like this, I won't have enough spiritual soil!"

After his scolding, orders, complaints and bargaining, Zhong Xiaomei finally controlled the clay figurines and started to concentrate on her work.

The small ink fountain is responsible for wood manufacturing, Zhong Xiaomei is responsible for tile and stone manufacturing, the blue silk is responsible for painting, and the blue makeup is responsible for drawing generation and central command.

Shen Le finished a cup of tea, sat cross-legged, and inhaled and exhaled spiritual energy. Well, in fact, he was just a human spirit gathering array, replenishing where there was a shortage, providing power to the little guys...

[Shen Le! This spiritual soil cannot be burned into tiles! ]

"coming!"

Shen Le jumped up and ran over. The clay figurine held the spray gun and aimed it at the clay in the copper welding rod and burned it hard, burned it hard, and burned it desperately.

However, after burning the water dry, he did not get any tiles, but only a pile of sand falling down. Shen Le narrowed his eyes and felt carefully:

"…It feels like the spiritual energy inside has dissipated. Make another batch and I'll try burning it with spiritual fire?"

The clay figurines obediently made another batch. Shen Le looked around the room and felt that his spiritual fire was not under control.

He simply picked up the copper welding rod, stood up, went downstairs, and found an empty yard:
"Fireball!"

A ball of fire flew out from his palm and landed directly on the welding rod. Shen Le had tried his best to control it, but the fireball was still the size of a fist and landed on the copper welding rod, directly wrapping it up.

Shen Le tried hard to feel the spiritual energy condensing on the clay and the clay shrinking and deforming, and nodded with satisfaction.

Well, that’s right. It really takes the burning of spiritual fire to turn these spiritual soils into bricks and tiles. His previous judgment was correct!

then……

then……

"Ah... what should I do if the welding rod melts..."

The problem is that the welding rod is melted, but what should we do if the melted welding rod sticks to the tiles made of spiritual soil?
The problem was half solved, and a new half appeared. Fortunately, the tiles had indeed been burned out, so Shen Le had to throw the problem back and let the little ones solve it.

Then, he saw a few little guys gathered together, heads touching, maybe talking, or maybe blaming each other.

You bump into me, I bump into you, after a while, we disperse:

"Shen Le! Please buy us a few more copper welding rods so we can make tiles!"

This kind of flat copper welding rod can be easily bought in large quantities on the market. Shen Le sent his junior brother out to run errands and bought a bag of them directly, a full 100 rods -

Too little to place an order.

Then, the little ink fountain jumped up, turned on the micro-machine tool, and started to work. Shen Le stood behind him, stunned:
"Hey, when did you learn to operate a machine tool?"

[You never stop learning! ] Little Modou answered confidently:
[I believe that if my former masters had not retired and could have lived forever, they would have continued to learn! ]

It buried its head in its work, making a lot of clicking and sizzling sounds, and soon produced a batch of grooved copper welding rods.

Shen Le took over the work, welded the welding rods together flatly, and handed them to the clay figurines.

The clay figurine is responsible for mixing the clay and pressing it into the grooves of the welding rod to make tiles one by one;

Qingsi came over with a box of fine needles to help, tossing the tile out of the groove, trying not to deform the tile;

Two hours later, Shen Le got a full box, spread out on a plastic sheet, about ten layers, several thousand miniature clay tiles...

[Shen Le, come on! It's up to you from now on! ]

Zhong Xiaomei leaned half of her body out of the pen holder, clenched her fists and waved them vigorously, cheering for Shen Le. Shen Le picked up the box speechlessly:

Definitely rely on me, after all, none of you can spit fire. But, Xiaomei Zhong, let's discuss it, can we not use this expression?
"Shen Le, come on!" When I yelled this, I felt like a dog...

He burned mud tiles, mud bricks, and tiles, running back and forth for more than ten times. After the last run, he looked back and saw that the new model was already half built:
The small inkstone is used to make the horizontal beam, and the women's skirts stretch out their long black strands on the edge, and are assembled skillfully along the mortise and tenon structure.

"Click", "click", "click", one after another, the movements are very fast. If they were sent to the Lego arena, they would be able to crush the whole field and look down on all the contestants.

Most of the woodworking tools have been used up. The saws and planes are resting on the side. Only the chisels are wrapped with sandpaper and are working hard to polish the stained glass windows that have just been produced:
[Don't bother! I'll do it! It's inconvenient for you to work with such a small thing! ]

Another mass of black hair dances beside. The chisels keep grinding:

[Okay, okay, we'll take care of the big surface, and when we're done, you can take care of the small seams. Division of labor, division of labor!]

Shen Le: “…”

I feel like if this continues, I will be of less and less use...

He simply teleported back home and brought back a piece of spiritual wood and a large bag of spiritual soil.

At a call, the woodworking tools gathered in a circle, "sitting" around the spirit tree, gathering to absorb the wood. You pushed me, you bumped into me, I bumped into you:
[You are pressing me! Move aside! ]

[Let me in! Let me in! I'll sit in the frame of your saw and I won't take up any space!]

[You are so tall, stand by yourself! ]

[You stand behind me! Your chisel is made entirely of iron, with only a wooden handle. I am 80% wood, so you should let me get closer!]

Shen Le: “…”

Speechless as he was, he was determined not to judge the case for the little ones - the palm of the hand is flesh, the back of the hand is also flesh, it would not be good to be biased towards either.

Instead, the little inkstone jumped up, swung the lead weight, and circled around their heads again:
[Are you stupid? Are you stupid? Get up! Unravel the wood, saw it into planks, and suck it slowly! Why are you huddled together?]

Under its command and instruction, the tools grunted and finally began to decompose the spirit wood to make wooden mats for themselves.

However, the clay figurines did not fight or grab it. When Shen Le turned around, he saw the pen holder standing proudly on the floor, and the spiritual soil was suspended in the shape of a sandstorm tornado and was being sucked inside.

The clay figurines lined up outside the pen holder, ready to jump in. From the looks of it, it seemed like everyone had a share.
Not bad, very good. Shen Le gave Zhong Xiaomei a thumbs up:
As long as I don't have to worry about it and can do it myself, that's the best. As for resources, it doesn't matter. As long as they are willing to ask for it, I can always get it!

Xiao Modou even asked his men to saw two pieces of wood, one for Zhong Xiaomei and one for Lan Zhuang.

A pen holder and a dressing box, each squatting on their own spiritual wood board, soon became silent, as if they were both addicted to sucking wood.

Shen Le nodded with satisfaction, waited patiently until the model was assembled, and took the model out:

The new mansion model made of spiritual wood can always safely withstand the obsession of living in the house, and it will not collapse in three days!

This time, his work efficiency was much higher when sealing the ancient house, and it took only two hours to complete it.

Looking down from the edge of the ancient well, the bottom of the well is clean, with nothing but sand and gravel. Looking at the model ancient well, there is a thin layer of red at the bottom of the well, which is no longer about to overflow from the well mouth;
In the model of the ancient house, the pillar where the man was nailed to death had only a little bloodstain on it.

Shen Le almost lay on the model, listening attentively, but he did not hear any crying, screaming, horse hoofbeats, or arrows flying through the air...

Very good, this model should last at least two months until he finishes restoring the ancient house!

Shen Le was very satisfied. He returned to his residence with the model in his arms, and after thinking for a while, he decided that he couldn't leave it here.
They were too close to their mentor, too close to their fellow students, too close to the two victims, and more importantly, too close to the ancient house.

During the restoration of the ancient house, if the aura is leaked, my fellow disciples will be in trouble... Take it away from here, as far away as possible!
He simply activated the teleportation and brought the model back to his old house. It was too late to make a Faraday cage, so he could only buy a dog cage - extra large, the largest size, suitable for a St. Bernard - and stuff the model in it.

Connect an electric wire and tell the small oil lamp:
"Help me watch it! If it wants to cause trouble, keep it under control!"

[No problem! Leave it to me!] The little oil lamp answered happily. Shen Le could almost hear the proud and proud voice of the lamp from its "voice".

He patted the child encouragingly and was about to teleport back when he received a call from Citong City:

"Brother, please come over here and take a look! We have made a new discovery!"

(End of this chapter)