The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 779 Taowu, are you finally satisfied this time?
Dig!

Dig!

Make bricks!

Build the kiln!

Good news! Shen Le can use a lot of modern technology to help restore the ancient kiln.

For example, the surface soil can be dug up as much as possible with an excavator, instead of having to squat on the ground and clean it with a small shovel or even a small brush, like in archaeology.
The bad news is that they followed the Special Affairs Bureau's "suppressing anomalies" approach, rather than the local archaeological institute's "restoring ancient kilns" approach.

Therefore, there were no experienced teachers leading a group of doctoral and graduate students to diligently help.

Undergraduates wouldn't dare use it, and they probably wouldn't be able to help anyway.

However, these experienced experts, along with their research team and a few long-term cooperating workers, can indeed handcraft a porcelain kiln.

Now, with no one to help, Shen Le has to do everything himself, relying entirely on his own hands to knead the dough.

He pressed his hands to the ground, and the soil trembled slightly, shaking out countless broken leaves, broken roots, pebbles, and gravel, which piled up into a small, pointed hill.

With a flick of the wrist, rainwater drizzled down, falling into the already sifted loess hill, seeping and mixing on its own, transforming the dry soil into moist mud.

With another flick, the mud clumps detached from the ground, flew up on their own, and crashed heavily to the ground:
夯！
夯！
夯！
The impact shook the ground, sending pebbles and gravel tumbling about nearby. Gu Yulin and the local guy craned their necks, watching with a mixture of fear and trepidation.

Gu Yulin climbed onto the excavator in two quick steps, holding onto the excavator's iron arm and craning his neck to look into the distance.

Watching that mud ball, about two people tall and three or four meters in circumference, like a small mound, constantly fly up, constantly crash to the ground, fly up again, spin half a circle in the air, and then crash to the ground again;

After being slammed fifty or sixty times, it seemed as if it had been cut by an invisible knife, splitting into dozens of large pieces on its own, and then continued to be violently smashed to the ground.

He held the excavator with one hand, the other clenched into a fist, as clumps of mud flew up and fell, flew up and fell, flew up and fell...

"That takes incredible mental strength... If it were me, I'd be knocked out in no time..."

[Shen Le! Let me help! I'll do it!]

Inside the backpack and bracelet, the little ones were jumping around happily, each volunteering to help. Shen Le pressed them down one by one.
"Stop messing around! Qingdeng, your major isn't relevant to this! You should stay put!"

“Zhong Xiaomei, you should rest too! I know your clay figurines can do heavy work—and after that, I’ll have to repaint them one by one, right? No need, I’ll do it myself!”

"You ladies, you should stay put—it would be such a waste to get these beautiful clothes dirty and have them washed!"

In short, Shen Le used his mental strength instead of machines, pounding the soil vigorously for a while, turning the soil shoveled from the site into usable mud bricks.

Then, one by one, the mud bricks were stacked up on their own, and a nameless flame fell from the sky, engulfing the mud bricks.

The bricks turned from yellow to red, then from red to white, and gradually, a large amount of mist rose from them, enveloping the entire valley in a cloud of steam.

Gu Yulin sighed and had no choice but to divide the work with the local special affairs bureau guy: calling the fire department, calling the special affairs bureau, and who knows which other department they were calling.
"No fire, yes, we are absolutely certain there is no fire, the fire trucks do not need to be dispatched..."

“There was no supernatural incident! Uh, the Special Affairs Bureau experts used spiritual power to condense flames, and the whole process was under control, so it can't be considered an 'incident,' right?”

"Report it? Oh, you know how the Special Affairs Bureau experts operate... Can we report it for him now?"

"No problem! No problem at all! He's very careful; he's already cleared a firebreak and put up a cordon. The fire will definitely be fine!"

"How much longer? I'm not sure. How long does it take to fire the bricks needed for one brick kiln? He should also fire a few more pieces of porcelain, right? I guess so?"

"Of course, I can only say 'should'! In the current situation, we can't get through! You weren't there, so you didn't feel the spiritual pressure from the other side. It's already impressive that I can stand here!"

Shen Le felt as if he could hear someone complaining, jumping up and down, and feeling frustrated, but at this moment, he didn't have the energy to comfort them.

He focused intently on controlling the flames, letting them seep into every corner of the mud bricks; controlling the water, controlling the fire, controlling the earth, accelerating, accelerating, and accelerating again the exquisite magic woven from fire and earth—

This allows bricks that would take 30 days to fire using traditional methods, and two days to fire using modern methods, to naturally reach sufficient hardness within a few hours.

Then, these fired blue bricks flew up one by one and landed above the kiln site, together with the scattered broken bricks dug out of the soil, to build the entire porcelain kiln...

"Phew... finally done." Shen Le, whose mental energy had transformed into countless threads and was using the precise memories in his mind as if they were models, swayed and then collapsed to the ground.

He wasn't particularly tired; his mental and spiritual energy hadn't reached the point of exhaustion. However...

Maintaining concentration for such meticulous work for an extended period is quite tiring...

He closed his eyes and gasped for breath for a long time. Gu Yulin jumped off the excavator as soon as he slumped down and ran quickly toward him.

Before they had run a few steps, a small house suddenly appeared before their eyes, from which several clay figurines rushed out and carried out a huge thousand-works bed.

It peeked out briefly, then, as if receiving some unknown command, quietly retreated. After a short pause, two clay figurines, carrying a chaise longue, placed it on a flat area at the foot of the mountain.

Two flowing skirts fluttered out, helped Shen Le up, placed him on the couch, and thoughtfully placed two large cushions behind his back.

Then, some people fanned the air, some poured water, some carried fruit, and some held umbrellas.

Gu Yulin was a little envious of her thoughtfulness.

Why don't I have a girlfriend?!

No girl has ever taken such good care of me!

why!
Oh, Shen Le doesn't have a girlfriend either. While these skirts might belong to women, whether they qualify as belonging to young ladies is debatable. Never mind then…

After all this commotion, Gu Yulin didn't want to get any closer... nor did he want to. He quietly took a few steps back, moved to the car his colleague had driven, opened the trunk, and pulled out some bread to eat.

One bite of bread!
One bite of chicken leg!
One more bite of bread!
Another bite of chicken leg!
Sigh, it's good to be powerful. When you're tired or weary, someone will take care of you. Even if you don't have a girlfriend, at least you have a gentle, considerate, and understanding spirit to take care of you...

What? Having a spirit protecting him actually hinders him from actively dating or from girls pursuing him?
Never mind, at least we have such an adorable spirit! What more could we ask for?

Shen Le caught his breath for a while, finally caught his breath, opened his eyes, and beckoned with his finger again.

A light drizzle fell from the sky, sprinkling onto the yellow earth that had been sifted and filtered but not used for brick-making.

This time, much more water was poured down, turning the yellow earth into a thick mud soup, which then solidified into a yellowish-brown mud python, slowly and steadily swimming up the porcelain kiln. It rolled over the top and outer rim of the kiln before disappearing into the interior. Gu Yulin watched from afar, only able to sigh:
"Ah, it must be so comfortable for people with magic to do the work. Before..."

Previously, when Shen Le built the porcelain kiln, he wanted to restore the ancient method to 100%. He carried a bucket of mud, bent over and crawled inside, and applied it brush by brush!

Although she was in excellent physical condition, after coating the inside of the kiln with yellow mud slurry, Shen Le still complained to him for quite a while:

My back...

This time, Shen Le finally didn't have to complain about his back. The mud, on its own initiative, flowed upstream, thickly covering every crevice and crevices of the entire kiln, inside and out.

Once the slurry was applied, another burst of flames rose into the air, filling the entire kiln. The slurry was then poured upwards onto the kiln roof, baking the thick layer of clay and allowing it to fuse with the blue bricks.
It penetrates deep into the strata, seeping into the thick layers of soil that have accumulated but have not yet turned into hard, scorched earth.

It spreads outwards continuously, examining and probing every crevice of the kiln, searching for every weakness.

More importantly, while Shen Le ignited the flames, using the intense heat to gradually transform the ancient porcelain kiln from a pieced-together state into a complete and usable one, he also unleashed his spiritual power to guide its aura to rise little by little:

“Come…come up…come here…you are one, it has always been a part of you…”

The flames gradually ignited and then gradually died down. A long wind blew by, gently carrying away the heat and the dust that rustled down inside the kiln.

The entire kiln, both visually and aurally, is seamlessly integrated. The ancient and the new are no longer distinguishable.

Once the temperature inside the kiln had finally dropped to room temperature, Shen Le bent down, walked into the kiln, and sat down cross-legged.

One last time, he unleashed his spiritual power, merging with the entire kiln, the entire hill, and even the surrounding mountains, slowly exploring:

Excellent, the energy flows smoothly and harmoniously, without any obstruction or blockage. Although the layer of ancient and desolate atmosphere has been thinned, it still flows steadily within the kiln.

So, the last thing is—

He carefully placed the box of pottery shards on the ground, with a gentle yet solemn touch. The mere act of placing it caused a gentle breeze to rise from the flat ground, and the energy within the kiln naturally began to flow.

Those were the fragments of the pottery house that had finally returned, and the ancient kiln from which it had once been fired, communicating silently and intimately.

There seemed to be grievance, longing, and感慨...

Those cold, hard pottery shards floated up quietly, resonating with the same aura in the kiln.

Great, this is it!

This is what you wanted, right?
Shen Le's eyes lit up, and seizing the opportunity, he pulled out another box from the bracelet.

The porcelain clay, taken from the nearest kaolin mine, was personally sifted and blended by Shen Le. The resulting high-quality porcelain clay, with its incredibly uniform and delicate texture, was gently set aside.

The next moment, fragments of the pottery house automatically floated up and pieced together in the air to form the shape of a dilapidated mansion, while the milky white porcelain clay was drawn and shaped by an invisible force and returned to the gaps in the pottery house.

The outlines of walls, roof ridges, eaves, doors, and windows...

The broken pottery house pieced itself back together at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a complete and detailed model of a funerary pottery house quietly sat on the kiln bed.

The warm, bluish-white of the ancient pottery shards intertwines with the fresh, milky-white of the newly repaired porcelain clay, creating a strange yet harmonious aesthetic that seems to tell a story of the reconnection of broken time.

The pottery house is complete, only the final and most crucial step remains—a rebirth from the ashes.

"Come on... come on..."

Shen Le took a deep breath, left the kiln, and sat cross-legged in front of the kiln door.

Instead of collecting firewood, charcoal, or coal from the outside world, he focused his mind inward, drawing upon the "fire" talisman from the runes that formed his spiritual body:

"Come!"

A spark of light leaped from the void. He flicked his finger, and the spark of spiritual light floated lightly into the kiln, landing beneath the base of the pottery house.

"brush!"

The tiny flame gently unfolded, completely enveloping the entire pottery house, along with the newly applied porcelain clay.

The air distorted under the high temperature, and the entire ancient kiln, along with the pottery houses inside, seemed to transform into a complete living organism, breathing in and out.

Under the burning of spiritual flame, the boundaries between the old and the new gradually melt away.

The ancient pottery shards greedily absorbed the inexplicable rhythm within the ancient kiln, drawing upon the spiritual energy contained within the flames to restore their wholeness.
The new soil, tempered by the flames, rapidly crystallizes and hardens. Its essence is continuously refined by the flames, approaching the level of ancient pottery shards.

Time flowed alongside the raging flames. After an unknown amount of time, the pure white flames inside the kiln gradually subsided, eventually returning to calm.

With a thought, Shen Le silently opened the kiln. Instead of the expected sweltering heat, a warm, moist air wafted out.

That pottery house, which was more than a meter long and a meter wide, has shrunk to the size of a fist at some point.

It floated out quietly and landed gently on Shen Le's outstretched hands, which were already outstretched and waiting.

It feels cool to the touch and has a firm yet delicate texture.

It is no longer a broken fragment, nor a product pieced together from the old and new, which may collapse at any moment, but a complete, harmonious work of art that exudes a faint spiritual light.

The roof tiles are arranged in neat rows, the outlines of the doors and windows are clear, and the patterns on the walls and the figures of people and animals inside the houses are vivid.

Holding it in your hands, you can even vaguely feel a sense of peace and tranquility, like being at home.

"It's finally completely fixed!"

Shen Le held the complete pottery house in her hands, smiling gently, her heart filled with a sense of accomplishment. Before the smile could fully bloom, the pottery house trembled slightly once more.
A swirling light and shadow swept him away, casting him into the distance, into the unknown.

"Again? Is it the memories of the pottery house again this time?"

Before the light shone again, Shen Le sighed softly:
"This must be the last wave, right? What else do they want me to do? This family isn't going to make me a babysitter forever, is it?"

(End of this chapter)