The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 553: What do you mean by the ancient house model? Is there a monkey under you?
"It's work!"

"Little guys, get to work!"

At Shen Le's command, the little guys rushed forward in unison. The ink line made a banging sound, and horizontal and vertical lines popped out on the spiritual wood. The saw then moved forward and sawed the spiritual wood into small pieces of wood;
The chisel made a second charge, carefully chiseling out the border and pattern on the wood. Because it was a miniature version, Shen Le did not require the reduced plaque to have a mortise and tenon structure, but -

The carvings on the border are indispensable!

Chisel finished his work, bowed, and left gracefully. Shen Le found the smallest pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote carefully on the plaque:
"Prince's tutor", "Juren", "Jinshi", "General"...

Of course, there is also the most important one, the plaque with the words "Dare to Do What Is Righteous" inscribed by Admiral Sa Zhenbing.

Different from other plaques, the four characters "dare to act bravely to uphold justice" are not written in regular script, but in running script with a sense of lofty spirit.

As for the name he wrote himself, it goes without saying that it was even a bit aggressive, which makes people imagine how bold and intense the admiral's mood was when he wrote the inscription.

Such an inscription would make Shen Le sweat when he covered it with a piece of translucent sulfuric acid paper and traced it on the paper. He asked Shen Le to copy it on the wood chip with the finest pen...

"Shh..."

"Don't talk, don't talk..."

"Look, Shen Le's forehead is sweating! If we quarrel any more, he will faint!"

I won't faint, but if my hands shake again and I write incorrectly, that's a high probability.

Shen Le's forehead was covered with sweat. He tried to adjust his breathing and control his mentality. His mind was like still water, reflecting the emptiness and clarity. He wrote one stroke after another slowly, flowing like clouds and water, without any haste or impatience...

Anyway, the spiritual wood is mine, and the spiritual ink is not worth much. Not to mention that if it gets damaged, I can use the cleaning technique to erase it. Even if it can't be erased, I can afford to damage it a hundred times...

[You are using the wrong force. ]

A sound like beads turning and water splashing was clear and pleasant to the ear. Shen Le turned his head and saw a woman in a goose yellow silk dress fluttering towards him, gently bowing in front of him:
[This kind of fine brush for outlining will make you tired if you hold it like this... It will be better if you adjust it like this... See...]

She picked up a thin pen, sat upright, and assumed a writing posture.

In a moment, lines of beautiful handwriting spread out on the square-inch-sized rice paper. The characters were as small as rice grains or ants, and each stroke was clear and distinct.

She chuckled as she copied:
[This is a skill I learned when I was young... Those scholars, who had to take the imperial examinations, were unwilling to recite...]

I see, so you practiced by helping them copy notes, right? Shen Le instantly remembered the cheating tools he saw when he visited the Jinling Imperial Examination Hall.

The palm-sized cheat sheet could copy down the entire text of the Four Books and Five Classics; the characters were incredibly small, even Shen Le couldn't write that small with a fountain pen. He was really worried about how those scholars would read without a magnifying glass when they entered the examination room...

He imitated Luoqun and struck a pose. However, his body was not flexible enough and he had never practiced yoga. He swung his body from side to side, but his arms were either at the wrong angle or his body was too stiff.

After a few rounds of struggling, I felt like it was useless except for twisting myself into a stiff dough stick...

[Alas, that's not the case.] A gentle laugh and a gentle breeze blew by my ear. Another dress floated over, with its sleeves resting on Shen Le, and she adjusted it little by little:
[You don’t have to study these, just strike a posture that you feel relaxed and comfortable in… The important thing is to hold the pen… hold the pen…]

The way of applying force when rolling the pen with your sleeve and holding the pen with five fingers are different!

She tried several times to get the sleeves to "grow" five fingers, and she was so anxious that she kept turning around in circles.

But the woman in the silk dress laughed softly, and her black hair stretched out infinitely. In a moment, it weaved into five slender black fingers...

Under the almost hands-on instruction of the ladies in Luoqun, Shen Le finally mastered the correct posture of holding the pen and began to write on the plaque stroke by stroke.

Write a few words, stop to take a breath, write a few more words, stop to take a breath again:
This family has such a long history!
There are too many plaques!

Can we write fewer, no, can we hang fewer?
For example, if several Jinshi candidates have failed, does that mean there will be no more failures for Juren candidates?
He went to complain to his supervisor about this idea. The old professor was watching the staff hanging the plaque while busy taking pictures, recording, and checking. Upon hearing this, he immediately started to complain:
"How is that possible? There are only a few Jinshi candidates every three years! How can it be your family's turn? Not to mention three years, even a generation may not produce one!
——If you don’t have a Jinshi, it’s good to have a Juren. If you have a Juren, it means that there is no gap in the imperial examination talents in your family. You can choose an official, sit at the table of local gentry, and meet with local officials to talk! ”

Therefore, the selection of candidates is also important and indispensable.

Then, you want to use them as the pillar of your family, you want them to stand out and socialize, but you don't give them honor or even a plaque?
It is true that Juren is not as valuable as Jinshi, but that is only when viewed from the perspective of several hundred years or the span of several dynasties in a family.

If we limit the time to one generation, there may be only one or a few scholars in the family who are the most valuable...

"You... you should read more books when you have time. The "List of Titles", "List of Gentry", as well as the records of imperial examinations in local chronicles and the records of officials in family trees. Just flip through them and you'll probably have an idea..."

Shen Le ran away in panic amid the teacher's nagging. After walking out of the teacher's sight, he took out his phone and checked it. He still wanted to complain:

This family has no shortage of Jinshi!
This family really has no shortage of Jinshi!
The Huang family of Quanzhou Ziyun has produced seven civil and military scholars in the Tang Dynasty, three in the Five Dynasties, 163 in the Song Dynasty, two in the Yuan Dynasty, 59 in the Ming Dynasty, and 59 in the Qing Dynasty!

So why do you have to make so many [Juren] plaques at home? Your hands are almost broken from writing...

Even so, Shen Le also roughly knew what these plaques for Juren meant. Only one Jinshi appeared in a generation, but several Juren appeared in a generation.

Once you become a juren, you can choose an official position. Even if you don't choose an official position, you can stay at home and be qualified to sit on an equal footing with local officials and chat and laugh with them.

If your family can continuously produce juren, and can produce several juren in each generation, it means that you are still a local scholarly family, and it means that your family has potential and strength, and it has deep roots and can withstand wind and rain without falling.

It means that your family is eligible to have a share of the local pie and is eligible to stand among the local gentry!
He grunted and wrote with his head down, no, he copied countless plaques.

In addition to the plaques for academic achievements, there are also couplets and various inscriptions, all of which have to be depicted one by one.

Every plaque, couplet and inscription represents a life experience and a family's ups and downs. All of them together are the history of the family.

From the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, to the Republic of China, to the Northern Expedition, to the War of Resistance against Japan, and then to the new China.

All kinds of deeds are recorded, which is the complete journey of the entire ancient house and the entire ancestral hall, accompanying and watching the family...

Shen Le was dizzy with the painting. Most of these plaques were written in solemn and serious regular script, with occasional freehand writing;
Some are painted with gold on a red background, some are painted with black on a red background, and some are painted with gold on a black background. Every plaque and couplet must be as consistent as possible with the original in the ancient house.
The most painful thing is the modern cultural relics signboards, where the words are so small that they almost look like micro-carving.

But doesn’t it represent a part of history?
Doesn’t it represent the inheritance of this family?
That definitely means it!
So, no matter what, I have to write it down!
Shen Le grunted and panted, feeling dizzy, and his body and hands were shaking.

I wrote, carved and painted, and finally finished all this. When I stood up, I felt my bones crackling and I felt like I was going stiff.

Fortunately, he didn't have to do the rest of the work. He stood and stretched his arms and legs, twisting left and right, stretching his meridians. His skirts stretched out thousands of strands of black hair, wrapped up small pieces of plaques, and placed them in the model of the ancient house:

The ancient house model also welcomed these things with joy. It expanded to its original size, and even automatically lifted the tiles and the roof, allowing Qingsi to smoothly put the plaque on it;
Just put it up, the wall, the beam, a slight concave, and stick them perfectly in it, or stick them on it.

If the plaque is placed in the wrong position or tilted, the model will shake it to move it to the correct position...

Shen Le held his breath and stared at the model. Under the moonlight, the model of the ancient house actually showed more vitality and more emotions than the house itself:
The family has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it has experienced corruption, oppression, and blood and tears;
However, from the perspective of the entire family, it maintains the family's competitiveness and ensures the continuation of the family.

Moreover, at those important historical nodes, at those moments of great principles and justice, it did not take any wrong steps, not even a single step!

The last plaque was hung up. The roof automatically flew back, clicked and landed on the beams, and merged with the entire ancient house model again;
The moonlight shone obliquely, and the silver-like light fell on the roof, and suddenly condensed into a milky white light column. Under the light column, first the roof ridge, then the Chiwen, suddenly lit up:

The chiwen on the roofs of the third, second, and first mansions simultaneously raised their heads and swallowed the light column in big gulps, inhaling it like a storm.

The fish-scale patterns on their bodies lit up piece by piece, until their entire bodies were shining brightly, and they suddenly turned their heads:

The chiwen in the third and first mansions simultaneously spit out moonlight, shooting it towards the second mansion. The chiwen on the roof of the second mansion steadily received the beam of light, turned its head and leaned forward, looking towards the courtyard:

After a brief pause, a milky white beam of light several times thicker than its brother spurted out from its mouth and fell directly into the ancient well.

The beam of light hit the wall of the well, and the wall suddenly turned into a mirror, refracting the beam of light back and forth all the way to the bottom of the well!
Shen Le lay on the side, holding his breath, not daring to breathe, for fear of disturbing the transformation of the model. As soon as the moonlight fell, the bottom of the well gurgled and bubbles emerged;
The illusory blood began to rise continuously, welcoming the moonlight, and becoming clear and transparent in the moonlight.

As much blood gushed out from below, as much moonlight shone down from above, the two wrestled with each other. In the end, the moonlight prevailed, pushing the blood down inch by inch.

When all the blood turned into colorless and transparent well water, the moonlight had not run out, or rather, it had not stopped.

It shines down continuously, constantly charging the well water, until the well water also turns milky white, becoming a pool of liquid moonlight;

When the moonlight finally faded, the model began to vibrate gently again. The well water rose from the ground and turned into a drizzle, falling down.

There are three entrances to the mansion, guard houses on the left and right, and two alleys between the mansion and the guard houses, so every place is taken care of.

Even the tightly closed stained glass windows opened silently, swaying, almost cheering, to welcome the moonlight and drizzle falling into the room...

As the moonlight fell, Shen Le suddenly saw countless fluorescent lights flying out from the model of the mansion. First, the green lights faded into silvery white little by little when they were hit by the moonlight rain; then the white fluorescent lights became more crystal clear and brighter when they were touched by the rain and dew, and even a circle larger than before.

Finally, the white silk and the palace lantern flew up into the moonlight, turned lightly, and plunged into the drizzle.

Shen Le suspected that these two things had become spiritual tools, or in other words, they might have become the body of obsession. As soon as they flew up, Shen Le realized what it meant to be so powerful:
The moonlight was no longer as wispy as silk or rain or fog, but it was condensed and turned into two waterfalls of light pouring down.

On the white silk, bloodstains appeared inch by inch, appearing and disappearing, appearing and disappearing again. Every time it disappeared, a point of light flew up from it, gently rotated a circle, and disappeared;

Above the palace lanterns, the shadows of the boats were spinning, as if sailing against the waves. The sound of iron hooves, the sound of swords and guns, and screams were endless, and even large patches of blood began to appear in the entire house model!
"Well... this is the beginning of salvation, right? Before, we just gathered the resentment, but we haven't saved it yet, right?"

Shen Le hesitated. If he were a monk, he would at least recite a passage from the Ksitigarbha Sutra or something like that. Of course, other scriptures might be more appropriate.
If he was a Taoist priest, he would have burned incense, prayed, and set up an altar.
But he doesn't know anything, so he can only rely on his own skills and communicate with the other party with a sincere heart.

He even didn't know who he was communicating with or whether the communication would be successful...

Shen Le leaped forward, holding the center of the third channel with his left hand and the left side of the first channel with his right hand, trying to supply heat flow. The moonlight was already weak, but with the support of the heat flow, it suddenly became stronger;
In the thick moonlight, a golden light cage lit up at the same time. The sound of Buddhist chanting was heard, the smell of sandalwood was fragrant, and in the sound of the sea tide, water came from nowhere and began to quickly wipe away the blood.

The entire old house was completely cleaned from top to bottom, inside and out, and it looked crystal clear, without any gloomy feeling at all.

"Huh... it should be done, right? It should be completely done now, right?"

Shen Le was lying on the table, his hands resting limply on the model, almost powerless. His palms shook, and his palms were inexplicably bounced up and pushed far away;

He quickly raised his head and saw a white silk floating up, dancing in the air in the moonlight. One circle, two circles, three circles...

With each circle it flew, the white silk became smaller and more transparent.

At the end of the dance, the whole thing was so faint that it was almost invisible. Under the moonlight, the warp and weft were scattered and flying. In a trance, it seemed to outline the face of a girl, with tears and a smile, nodding to Shen Le.

"Go well!"

Shen Le supported himself by raising one forearm and tried to wave at her:

"Enjoy this era! This era is much better than the one you died in!

As long as you are self-reliant, as long as you respect yourself and love yourself, as long as you don't give up on yourself, no one can bully you! "

The girl smiled softly, then dispersed and disappeared. Shen Le looked back and saw the palace lanterns rising higher and higher, rising into the sky like Kongming lanterns;
Rising to an almost invisible position, the palace lantern suddenly exploded, shedding dots of light. The light gathered naturally like fireflies, outlining the shadows of a young man and woman:

The man was handsome, the woman was beautiful. They cuddled together, holding hands. There were no injuries on their bodies, no blood on their faces, only endless happiness and love.

very nice……

Shen Le smiled slightly. He also waved to the young couple:

"Go! Stay together and love each other again!"

The young men and women nodded slightly to him, as if they were about to say something, but eventually they slowly disappeared.

Shen Le watched them leave with a smile, sighed deeply, and finally reached out to poke the ancient house in front of him:

"Hey, is it done now? Those who should leave have left, and those who should be liberated have been liberated - the remaining ones should be mine, right?"

The model of the old house trembled slightly. Shen Le poked it, and it shrank a little; he poked it again, and it shrank even more.

After the third poke, it flew up on its own and turned into a dice-sized ornament. It fell into Shen Le's hand and spun around:
Look, I can become that small too!
I can also be turned into a mobile phone pendant like a pen holder and hang directly next to you!
"Tsk, that's great!" Shen Le was delighted. The model could become so small, which was beyond his expectation.

The important thing is, if I could become smaller...

"How big can you get?"

A stream of light flashed by. The model unfolded on the spot, turned back to the size of a fist, turned back to one foot long, one meter long, two meters long, and then went beyond the table and continued to spread outwards...

Shen Le was caught off guard, and was pushed to the wall along with his chair. With a loud bang, the back of the chair hit the wooden wall, and his chest was stuck with the model wall.

What's worse is that the length and height of the model changed in equal proportion. While his chest was being pressed down, the outer wall of the model grew rapidly upwards, pushing his chin upward and almost cutting off his tongue!
"Stop!" Shen Le called out urgently:
"Stop, stop, stop! Change back! Make it smaller! Make it as small as possible!"

With a flash of light, the model turned back to the size of a dice and jumped into his hand. Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief and looked around, only to see the little guys complaining:
[How could you be so reckless! You pushed me under the table! - I'd let it go, but the chisel almost made a hole in the floor!]

[Luckily, I'm just a skirt... But what if it gets bigger? If it gets stuck in the wall, it'll tear me apart!]

[I…luckily I shrunk, otherwise I almost hit the wall…]

【Everything in my pen holder fell out! 】

The dice spun hummingly, jumping from one little guy's head to that little guy's body, as if communicating, or apologizing. Shen Le sighed and slowly stood up:

"Forget it, forget it. It's my fault. I didn't expect you to grow so big. If I had known, I should have changed the place where you could grow - leaving now?"

【Walk! 】

【Let’s go! 】

【Let’s go, let’s go! 】

The little ones responded collectively. First the pen holder unfolded itself, then the clay figurines jumped in one by one, their skirts fluttering, they packed up all their things, and moved in with their bags;
Xiao Modou opened the tool box and urged the carpentry tools to jump in one by one. He entered last and closed the lid.

Xiao Youdeng wanted to enjoy the privilege, turned around and jumped into Shen Le's backpack. The meaning was very clear:
Let Shen Le carry it directly on his back and never put it into the pen holder!

After they packed up one by one, Shen Le picked up his backpack, strung the model and pen holder onto his cell phone chain, turned around and teleported out.

In a flash, they arrived in the wilderness. Looking around, they saw nothing but the vastness and the wind blowing through the grass, but there was no sign of human beings.

Shen Le then found a flat ground, put down the model of the ancient house, and discussed with it:
"How big can you get? Can you show me how big you can get?"

The dice-sized model rolled on the ground. A thin, crisp voice rose softly:

【You move away! 】

【Go further away! 】

Ah, it can talk now, that's great. Shen Le followed its instructions and walked out, one meter, two meters, and three meters.

The model is still not satisfied, continue to command:
【Go on! Go on! 】

Shen Le: “…”

What I mean is, ahem, what I mean is, there isn't a monkey trapped under your house, is there?
With your current attitude, I feel like I'm standing in front of the Five Finger Mountain!
However, this was the first time the ancient house model could speak and communicate, so Shen Le didn't have to argue with it. He continued to walk out, ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters...

"Is that enough? Even if you become the size of the original house, it should be enough for me to walk here!"

He shouted. Another flash of light passed by, and something quickly expanded in front of him:

It became bigger, wider, and taller. Red brick walls, horse-head walls, gray-black bricks and tiles, exquisite brick carvings, and high-raised ridges.

Standing in front of him was the ancient house that Shen Le had renovated with his own hands, which took him several months of effort.

"Oh wow, it can really become this big." Shen Le walked around the ancient house - it couldn't be called a model at this time - and turned half a circle until he came to the main entrance.

The main door opened silently and automatically, welcoming him in. The tall beams and pillars and the solemn plaques looked down upon him silently, like the passing of hundreds of years.

Shen Le let out a long sigh and walked inside. First entrance, second entrance, third entrance, fourth entrance, fifth entrance...

"Hey, how big can you get? How many rooms can you create?"

[A lot! A lot! - Give me wood and furniture, and I can accommodate your whole family!]

(End of this chapter)