The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 669 Shen Le, what do you want to fix? Leave it there, we'll do it!

"Qingdeng, stop it!"

"Don't let it in!"

"I still don't believe it!"

Shen Le huffed and puffed, her hands moving non-stop. First, she wrapped layer upon layer of plastic wrap around the jade pillow, especially the cracked part, to prevent outside air from getting in;
Apply another layer of specialized sealant to improve airtightness;
Finally, with utmost care, the jade pillow was removed from the restoration cabinet and placed inside various instruments: a scanner, a CT scanner, an ultrasound machine, an X-ray diffractometer…

We went through every possible test plan, trying to preserve as much information as possible about the jade pillow.

Well, luckily, the CT scan clearly shows the shadow of the silk scroll, and even the writing is legible. Clearly, the silk scroll held up well and didn't immediately turn to ashes…

Shen Le breathed a small sigh of relief, then put the jade pillow back into the restoration cabinet, adjusting the temperature, humidity, and oxygen content. After finishing all that, she removed the sealant and plastic wrap, and got to work:
He grasped a porcelain sword he had taken from the porcelain tower, pressing one hand on the tower and the other on the sword, trying to feel their breath and the flow of their spirit.

After a while, until my mind was almost in sync with the rhythm of the entire porcelain tower, the heat slowly seeped in, burning and pushing against the spirituality of the porcelain tower from bottom to top and from near to far.

The imposing base of the tower, the solemn structure of each level, the majestic finial at the top, and the various lifelike porcelain beasts inside...

Gather the spiritual essence inherent in each part, little by little, and squeeze it into the porcelain sword in your hand. Drive it away, knead it, and infuse it with its essence.

As the porcelain sword gradually brightened and began to hum softly, it levitated on its own without him supporting it. Shen Le grabbed the newly poured porcelain sword and turned to walk towards the repair cabinet:
After a series of cumbersome procedures, the porcelain sword was placed back into the restoration cabinet, then retrieved again through the glove box. Aimed at the jade pillow, it was gently slashed:
With a click, the jade pillow parted again, revealing the precious silk scroll. Shen Le lay face down on the repair cabinet, his nose pressed tightly against the glass, and let out a long breath:
Thank goodness!

At least it was still intact; it didn't turn into charcoal or ashes!
Even so, Shen Le didn't dare to unfold it, take pictures directly, or even send it for repair. He carefully took the porcelain sword back the way it came and put it into the porcelain tower, letting its spiritual energy dissipate back into the tower;
After thinking for a while, I turned around and rushed to the computer, typing away furiously as I started searching for information:

How should we repair the silk fabric that was dug out of the tomb, which is very fragile and has already suffered some oxidation damage and may fall apart at any time?

Should we prioritize antioxidant treatment or reinforcement?
He had never encountered this problem before!

He had only ever encountered paintings and silk skirts, which, although weathered by time, were at least stable objects; he had never seen anything that had simply faded and dimmed before his very eyes…

Check the papers, conference materials, and experience sharing to see if any senior experts have mentioned this point!
Shen Le nervously hunched over the computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard. Thank goodness, the items were kept in a low-temperature, humidity-controlled preservation cabinet, so they could last a long time and wouldn't suddenly deteriorate or spoil.

Don't rush. At this point, it's better to take it slow and ask several teachers for advice than to be hasty...

"I go!!!"

The small vortex swirled at the bottom of the screen, the webpage refusing to refresh, refusing to reveal any new clues. Shen Le slapped his forehead and cursed himself:
What am I supposed to look up here?

No signal!

Deep within the mountain, with countless layers of rock overhead, it might be the abode of some immortal being...

The rocks are a natural barrier, and the barrier erected by the practitioners is another layer of protection, effectively isolating external electromagnetic signals.

Forget it, he'd better just explore the stone chamber again first. If there's nothing there, he can leave and do his research later!

Shen Le shrugged, put down his work, lowered the protective barrier outside the repair cabinet, raised a golden shield, and went outside.

He then instructed Huang Yutong to keep a close watch on the laboratory and not to let anyone, any other little creature, especially the porcelain sword, touch the cabinet, and especially not to damage the silk inside.

As Shen Le stepped out of the old house, he saw lightning flashing and white light crisscrossing in the air. Before he knew it, a cool sensation ran down his head. He reached up and touched it, and saw wisps of hair flying down from his forehead…

"This is outrageous! How dare they hit me!" Shen Le roared, stomping his foot, causing the entire stone chamber to tremble. Immediately following, a creaking sound filled the air as the walls of the stone chamber began to warp in response to his thoughts.
The passageway leading to the outside world was immediately closed;
Using stone piers and stone beds as boundaries, several stone walls rise from the ground, crisscrossing and dividing the stone chamber into sections;
The porcelain sword leaped to the left, crashing into a stone wall, then leaped to the right, crashing into another stone wall. When it tried to quickly ascend, another stone wall appeared horizontally, blocking its path.

The sword darted left and right, compressing the space around it until Shen Le finally grabbed the hilt and swung it around a couple of times in the air.
"Gotcha! Look at you running around like that—don't think I can't control you just because you're an antique! Hey, get me a scabbard and a roll of packing tape!"

[That's right! That's right! I told you not to disobey! I told you not to run around! I told you not to almost hit Shen Le!]

The little oil lamp bobbed excitedly up and down. The light clusters multiplied from one to two, from two to four, from four to eight, dotting the entire stone chamber like stars, making a racket as if tert-butyllithium had come to life.

Shen Le sighed and had no choice but to focus her attention on comforting it:
"Alright, alright, it's all over now. Qingdeng, go back to the old house and check on the equipment to make sure the power doesn't go out, and also send me a message!"

【okay! 】

The ball of light vanished instantly, and a moment later, clay figurines came running and stumbling, delivering what Shen Le wanted.

The porcelain sword struggled fiercely, but Shen Le stuffed it back into its scabbard, then, with a few quick tugs, wrapped the sword and scabbard securely with packing tape. He then bent his fingertip and tapped it forcefully.
"What else are you looking for in this place? Answer me obediently and lead me there, and I'll let you out."
If you keep messing around like this, I'll just find a corner and stuff you in there until my hair grows back!

The porcelain sword fell silent. It paused, vibrated gently a few times, and tried to turn in one direction. Shen Le tapped the scabbard twice more.

"If you're looking for something, shake it twice; if you're not looking for something, shake it once. Hurry up!"

The porcelain sword remained still for a moment, then trembled slightly before lying flat again. Shen Le knelt down, pressed his knees to the ground, and unleashed his spiritual power to communicate with the surrounding stone walls, resetting all the raised stone walls to their original positions.

Then, gripping the sword hilt, he retrieved the ancient house to his wrist and quietly sank into the ground. Following the earth's veins, he slowly moved forward, finally reaching the mountaintop:
"Phew... It's so cold..."

As dusk settled and the sky was filled with stars, Shen Le reflexively rubbed her arms and jumped around a couple of times to warm herself up.
Then, lower your head and circulate your internal energy, spreading the heat throughout your body to resist the strong winds and cold at the mountaintop.

Feeling the icy fingertips regain their soft warmth, I then chose a relatively flat spot with good signal to unfold the old house:

"Get to work! -- Hey, even on this remote mountaintop there's a signal, the tower company is really efficient!" He stretched lazily, hung the porcelain sword, scabbard and all, on the lotus pillar at the entrance of the old house, as a lesson. He then returned to the lab to research, send WeChat messages, and make phone calls…

After a huge undertaking, mainly referencing the constant temperature and humidity archaeological chamber and the closed-loop treatment mechanism at Sanxingdui, a plan for subsequent protection and restoration was finally decided.

First, the silk fabric remains in the repair cabinet throughout the entire repair process to ensure it is kept in a completely suitable environment.

Secondly, try to use non-contact repair methods, such as cleaning silk. In this case, spells like cleaning have a clear advantage over manual repair.
Secondly, protect first, then repair. For example, first increase the humidity to allow the silk to be slowly moistened inside, gradually restoring its softness;

Once its texture gradually returns to normal, soak it in a silk fibroin solution—yes, the all-powerful silk fibroin solution. Use handfuls of it as a healing spell to restore the silk's fresh elasticity.
Finally, unfold it, take photos and videos, and conduct a preliminary flexibility test. Once you're sure there are no problems, carefully change the atmosphere of the restoration cabinet until it's removed…

"Shen Le! Don't rush to do it!" A phone call from the school came urgently onto his cell phone:
"Leave it! Leave it until we get there! What did you find? A new ancient tomb? Or some other new site? What dynasty is it from? Leave it there and don't touch it!"

Shen Le: "..."

Should I tell the teachers that I'm currently sitting on the top of the highest peak in the Taihang Mountains, at an altitude of nearly 3,000 meters, and that they shouldn't come because they won't be able to climb up?
Speaking of which, you can't get into the place where I found the item! I only managed to get in by wrapping myself in the porcelain sword and activating sword escape!
Shen Le struggled with the decision, but ultimately decided against lying to the school, such as saying, "There was no new discovery at all; I just suddenly wanted to look up some information."

On the one hand, he will still need to rely on the school and consult with teachers in many areas on the road to cultural relic restoration.

Secondly, even if he were only concerned with repairing this silk fabric, consulting with his school teachers would easily expose his mistake if certain details were involved.

There are many other ways to stop teachers from climbing mountains to search for cultural relics, so why bother?
Shen Le traveled swiftly along the earth's veins, and by the next morning, he had already made his way near the capital and contacted the capital's special affairs department, borrowing a laboratory.

Then, I called the school to invite several relevant teachers over—to visit the cultural relics under the protection of the special affairs department, and to abide by all relevant rules…

"Ah... if I had known it was something like this, I wouldn't have come..."

The teacher who had once traveled all the way to Zhuxi Town to guide Shen Le in restoring ancient paintings and who had personally witnessed how Shen Le restored ancient silk fabrics, said regretfully, pressed his cheek against the glass, and didn't blink.

Suddenly, I felt light and was pulled aside. Another teacher who specializes in textile repair rushed up and pressed his hands firmly against the glass, as if he wanted to crawl inside.

On the contrary, Shen Le's direct mentor, an expert in ancient building restoration, remained very calm, sitting at a distance by the wall with a cup of tea in hand, a smile playing on his lips.

Not bad, not bad at all, Shen Le is doing really well. Luckily, it's something that generates a strong spiritual energy reaction, so ordinary people can't handle it, otherwise, judging from his two colleagues' reactions, they would have started fighting over it on the spot!
Now, they can only watch Shen Le working alone through large glass windows or through cameras (actually, cameras provide a clearer view because they can be set up closer).

Shen Le leaned half-over the repair cabinet, his hands raised, along with the gloves in the glove box, contorting them into a strange shape. He pulled them back once, then again, then again…

"what!"

The two teachers' eyes lit up. The stains, sweat, and suspicious dust on the silk, piece by piece, all gently flew up and obediently piled up in the corner of the repair cabinet.

The most amazing thing is that those stains were actually laid flat, trying to restore the original appearance of the silk...

The one who works on ancient paintings can still hold on a bit, but the one who works on textiles is distracted and gradually regresses.

With his eyes glued to the screen, he had already retreated to the wall, his heels barely touching the ground, and bumped into Shen Le's tutor:
"Hey, when did your student become so skilled? Could you ask him to come and help us? We have a lot of textiles that need cleaning..."

"Brother Wuen—get out!"

Shen Le's mentor stared intently at the large screen, his gaze unwavering, and delivered a long, clear sound.

Don't you know how many textiles you have there?

Do you want Shen Le to be a laborer?

If I don't stop him, and Shen Le is so earnest and diligent, you dare to let him clean up all the silk curtains, all the dragon robes and satins, and all the imperial edicts and silk paintings in the entire Forbidden City and the National Museum of China!

The textile worker shrugged, returned to his original position, one eye on the glass window and the other on the large screen, shifting back and forth, busy as a bee.

After a while, he let out a soft "Eh":
"He is..."

Silk fibroin solution.

Repairing silk fabrics, its appearance rate is off the charts, a timeless silk fibroin solution.

This time, however, Shen Le didn't just send in a basin; he simply soaked the silk scroll in it.

The clear solution in the basin floated up on its own, turning into fine raindrops, which then turned into thick fog, gradually thinning and eventually disappearing.

In the final moments before it disappeared, several teachers simultaneously saw a rainbow:
The rainbow guides the solution, which transforms into mist, seeping into the silk and disappearing.

The roll of silk, originally dark and brittle, quickly turned into a bright, pure red after being soaked, rivaling even the veil of a bride.

As for the characters embroidered on the silk, the layers of ink are like piled-up thick clouds, with silver hooks and iron strokes, which are breathtaking.

The teacher who restores calligraphy and paintings saw it at a glance and couldn't help but stretch out his fingers, sketching and outlining incessantly:
"The lungs store the vital energy of Taibai, which condenses into the edge of a sword... Eh!"

Several people leaned back simultaneously. At the same time, Shen Le raised his hand to block, and with a clang, a beam of white light was caught between his fingers!
(End of this chapter)