Mr. Shen, You Don't Need to Make Yourself Look Like a Trash Collector!

Fixed it broken—could only fix it broken. Fortunately, Cloud Kun had immense patience for Shen Le's clumsy hands, slips, and accidental breakages. He neither argued nor made a fuss, nor did he make Shen Le pay.

Shen Le guessed that perhaps, during the process of repairing the wooden boat, he had done many experiments and made many failed attempts. The little wooden boat had watched it all and understood that fixing things was not so easy?

Or perhaps there were simply enough of these items waiting to be repaired that it did not mind if a little bit got broken?

Well, in the little wooden boat's eyes, it probably would not mind even if all of them were broken. At worst, it could just go fish up another batch from the sea. There was no cost involved anyway...

But Shen Le did not dare mess around carelessly anymore. These things had once possessed spiritual energy, only for it to dissipate and for them to decay over the long years.

He had hardly encountered them before.

How exactly was he supposed to restore them? If he restored them by feeding them spiritual energy, how much would he need to put in? He had no idea, nor did he have any experience.

With no other choice, Shen Le put down what he was holding and asked his friends and family one by one:

"Landlady, have you ever come across... something like this? Is there any way to deal with it?"

"Dr. Qin, have you ever encountered this situation? How do you repair it, or save it?"

"Lao Jin, have you encountered this before? Can you help me ask around?"

"@Gu Yulin, could you help me ask the Special Affairs Bureau? Does your repair department, or spiritual-material excavation department, have any relevant experience?"