The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 568 Shen Le, can you do it? If you can't handle it, I'll do it!

A group of students stood respectfully, with their heads bowed, listening to the old professor roaring...

It’s not that they have clumsy hands or that they like to treat the booth as a wishing well and want to throw a few coins in and hear the tinkling sound inside.

It is true... After throwing coins in, you will always be in a good mood for a while. Throw more coins in, and the mood will last longer;
If you throw fewer coins, the duration will be shorter. If you throw rare coins, such as various foreign coins, you will feel more relaxed:

It feels like a coin in a display case, welcoming itself to have more friends?
"Okay, okay, stop scolding them." Two guys from the Special Affairs Bureau came over with measuring instruments, measured around the display case, and then extended the probe into the gap between the display case and the glass guardrail.

After measuring the coin thrown into the gap, I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows:
“These coins are pretty good! Just two days after I threw them in, there was an energy reaction—and it was a very positive energy reaction!

Throw some in regularly and quantitatively, they can make the atmosphere in the institute more comfortable!"

As he spoke, he took out a net bag and scooped up a bunch of coins. He quickly took them away and placed them in various corners of the research institute.

When the old professor looked up, he saw the students looking at him and laughing: No need to put crystals or cinnabar, just throw some coins and you will get good rewards, how happy!

Boss, you still scold us!
Alas... these days, students are becoming more and more difficult to manage. It would be great if they were all like Shen Le...

Shen Le didn't know what the old professor was muttering. He didn't care about the aura around him... Wherever he stood, that was the center of the aura.

Even the Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword he carried with him was hung on the outer wall of the laboratory, close to the center of the institute, to suppress all evil spirits:
While I'm working here, this research institute stays quiet and no trouble is allowed!

With the peach wood sword, everything was peaceful in the research institute, and there was nothing unusual - except that the copper coin still liked to dance occasionally.

Shen Le was able to concentrate. He placed the iron helmet he wanted to repair in front of the purification device, operated the device, and began to remove the rust bit by bit and inject it into the iron helmet body.

Thanks to the CT scan and 3D composition, and thanks to the homework he had done before, he could guide the power of the purification array without hesitation and cut into the gap between the iron sheets:
Even if he forgot where the gap was, he could find the location by opening the large screen on the left and setting up his drawn composition on the right.

The magic circle shone brightly, like clear water, flowing into the gaps between the iron sheets. A pile... a mass... a heap of rotten iron, under the light, broke into pieces of iron.

Shen Le held his breath and carefully guided the power of the metal element, making sure it did not fill the holes in the iron sheet, nor the concave and convex patterns on the iron sheet:

It’s enough if they can separate, it’s enough if they can fall down... Very good, one piece falls, then another piece falls, and then another piece falls!
Wait, are there any remaining connections in the hole? Then be very careful when moving it, don't break the thing connecting them, whether it's hemp rope, leather rope, or something else!
It only took him one day to completely disassemble, remove the rust, and repair a pile of copper coins until they were as bright and clean as new. As for this iron helmet, it took Shen Le a whole day just to separate them:
After separating a piece, quickly move it away, take a photo of it separately, weigh it, measure the size, pack it up, seal it, and label it with a number.

After everything was separated, the inside of the iron helmet, which looked like leather lining, silk lining, string, and what looked like helmet tassels, was separated little by little with bamboo sticks and fine needles under a microscope and removed:

All of these need to be tested!
Test their materials, test the residues on them, test their age - if it can be tested...

Alas, for these things, should we invite the students of the graduate school to dinner, provide them with some amulets or something like that, pay them an allowance, and then outsource the work?
I have to do everything by myself, it’s so tiring!

Every piece of the helmet was derusted, taken apart, numbered, and even a picture was drawn for each piece to study what kind of patterns were engraved under the uneven and dull rust.

Shen Le finally collapsed in front of the workbench, piecing the drawings in his hand together, his brows tied into a huge knot.

Forgive him for not having a rich imagination, forgive him for not having a solid foundation... He really can't figure out what the pattern underneath is!

"Can't you think of it?"

Professor Bai looked at Shen Le with a smile. Ah, only at this moment could he suppress his envy of Professor Han next door a little and feel calm:
Young researchers who have just graduated from school for a few years, who do not follow their mentors and work hard in a certain direction, who have worked haphazardly here and there, and have now repaired seven or eight kinds of cultural relics...

His foundation is really not solid!

If the foundation is not solid, it will be difficult to handle some areas that require a foundation...

"Come here, take these books and have a look." The old professor no longer stood on tiptoe to pick up books from the bookshelf.

With his old limbs, the bookshelf is so high, with large 16-mo or even 8-mo pages, and can hold half-foot thick albums. If he makes a mistake, he might get crushed.

Leave Shen Le there and let him get it himself!
He picked up a pointer and tapped a few times on the bookshelf. Shen Le looked up at where he pointed, stretched out his hand, and books flew out one by one and landed in his hands.

Professor Bai looked straight ahead, trying to ignore all the supernatural manifestations, and just gave instructions with a smile:
"Take a close look at these books, especially the atlas above. No matter how things change, they still remain essentially the same. The decorations on armor only have these few styles, and they won't go beyond that.

——Well, if it’s a little crooked, it’s probably due to the craftsmanship of the craftsman, so don’t be too nervous…”

Shen Le: “…”

So many books!

so much!
I want to watch them all. Is one month enough?
Or half a month?

But to be honest, the basics still need to be made up, and the necessary books still need to be read. Shen Le floated the batch of books, returned to the research room, and dove in.

Read, meditate, read, meditate, read, meditate…

Ah, although meditation is very useful, although it can greatly boost his spirits, allowing him to study for 10 hours a day without feeling tired, and it can also greatly improve concentration and memory...

However, there is no way to withstand such a large amount of knowledge pouring in like a flood!
He felt that his cerebral cortex was painted with various pictures, one after another, one after another...

If this continues, the cerebral cortex will be painted through!
Shen Le only watched for two days before he fell on the table, whimpering, holding his head which was getting hotter and hotter. A fragrant breeze blew around him, and a pair of soft sleeves floated to his side, gently massaging his scalp;
Shen Le opened his eyes slightly and saw more women in silk skirts fluttering out and standing in front of the books.

He opened the books one by one and read them carefully. The patterns hand-painted by Shen Le floated in front of him, and he kept comparing them:

This... won’t work.

This... doesn't work either.

This... still doesn't work, the pattern is too different... Shen Le groaned, got up and continued to work. The ladies worked so hard, he couldn't be too lazy as the boss!

He gritted his teeth, tried to read, and tried to compare. After struggling for another three days, he had a book in his left hand and a book in his right hand, and a curtain of hand-painted patterns in front of him:

"It seems, it seems, it should be this, this and this..."

Shen Le compared them carefully and picked out three different styles from the large number of patterns. One was a Suanni, one was a tiger, and one was an animal head imitating the style of a bronze ware:

"So, which one is it?"

[Boss, how about you start repairing it first? After you repair part of it, maybe it will tell you on its own? ]

Shen Le scratched his hair, sighed, and reluctantly accepted this suggestion. He moved the iron pieces one by one, placed them in front of the extraction array, and began to inject the power of the metal element into them:
The injection speed should be slow and even, and the iron sheet should be given time to react:

Yes, although it sounds like a joke, Shen Le’s principle for these spiritual things is to give them the power of the metal element and let them guide themselves.

Anyway, they should...remember what they used to be like?

He slowly injected strength into them, watching the rust on the iron sheets shrink little by little, and gradually become smooth and bright, looking very hard.

As for the missing pieces, the holes, the silver that had disappeared and only left traces...

I'm sorry, it's gone, and it seems that even a piece of iron can't save this thing.

Shen Le waved the magic array instrument—unfortunately it couldn't be made into a stick shape, so it couldn't be used as a spirit infusion stick—infused all the iron pieces with the power of the metal element, making them hard and smooth;

Then, they set up a frame next to it, rolled up the plaster, and applied the plaster to make a human head model with some facial features.

String the 3D printed iron sheets together one by one to make a helmet, and press it on the plaster head:

"It looks about the right size... I just need to shape the iron sheet and hammer it into its original shape, and it will fit on top. The problem is..."

How to hammer?

I'm not good at this!
Fortunately, the institute provided timely help. Several professors carefully observed the iron pieces provided by Shen Le, especially those that he had injected with the power of the metal element:
“Well…although iron is generally hard and brittle, after being treated like this by you, its flexibility has greatly increased.

...So, it should be possible to reshape it using the same method used to process bronze artifacts?"

"Sheet metal?"

Shen Le could only think of this word. He had never dealt with bronze artifacts before, but he had seen the bronze artifact teachers and fellow students deal with it before:

"The more difficult part is that according to the curvature and deformation of the bronze ware, we need to make corresponding lead anvils, wooden anvils and other tools to pad the deformed parts.
Then use a wooden hammer, lead hammer, and rubber hammer to tap it bit by bit in the direction of its deformation to restore it..."

Shen Le muttered, his face turning bitter. He couldn't handle this!

He can't handle it!

This shaping method is called "collecting and throwing" in bronze restoration, and is divided into five methods: "throwing, borrowing, collecting, dotting, and chiseling."

He had no experience at all about which process to use in which specific situation, how to make lead anvils and wooden anvils, the direction of hammering, the force and angle!
This kind of skill cannot be explained in a day or two. Even for their senior and junior brothers who are specialized in bronze ware, it will take at least a year or two to go from practicing to being able to operate independently!
Does he go to a 4S shop and have a set of sheet metal tools brought over?
"It's okay, it's okay. It's still very convenient to make tools." The old professor comforted him with a smile.

Shen Le had already provided 3D scans of all the iron sheets. According to the curvature of these iron sheets, it was easy for the research institute to make some lead anvils and wooden anvils:

Although bronze ware is not the mainstream research direction in Dunhuang, who doesn’t have a hand in that?

"Give us two days. Two days! We can definitely do it!"

The price paid was nothing more than the students' chaos. Two days later, all the tools were sent to Shen Le's laboratory. The old professor instructed through the monitor:
"Come, let's try it out with the copper sheet I gave you to practice with. Put copper sheet No. 1 on wooden anvil No. 1. No, turn it over - very good, that's it.

Move, move, move again, very good, it is here. Hold the copper piece in your hand and do not let go. Place the copper piece loosely on the wooden anvil, not close enough, and rely mainly on the vibration when striking..."

Shen Le was overwhelmed by his instructions. The first time, it didn't deform;

The second time, the copper piece fell directly onto the wooden anvil, and it took some effort to get it out;
On the third try, he finally mastered the key of "lightly placing the hammer on the wooden anvil, yet not too close", and could begin to practice controlling the hammer in his right hand.

However, the hammer landed crookedly, creating an extra hole in the copper sheet...

"Ham it decisively, don't be timid!" The old professor next door was still instructing:
"The less sure you are, the less you can control where the hammer lands!"

Shen Le took a deep breath. He clenched the hammer handle, relaxed, clenched it again, and relaxed a little more. He raised the hammer high, aimed at the landing point, and smashed it with all his strength:
"Don't--"

It was too late. The blow was too strong and a hole had been punched in the copper sheet...

He hammered away for three days straight, but still couldn't get anywhere near shaping the bronze ware - it looked like he would have to practice here for at least half a year.

Seeing Shen Le becoming more and more anxious and his subordinates making more and more mistakes, the old professor sighed helplessly and advised him:
"How about we help you do it? If it's just a piece of iron, it shouldn't cause any harm if you wear isolation gear?"

[Let me do it!] Next to him, a small inkstone jumped out, swinging a lead weight.

Next to it, two claw hammers jumped up and down, eager to try:

[Isn't it just about changing the shape of the iron sheet? I'll do it! ]

(End of this chapter)