Bian Rui threw himself on the floor like a sandbag, laying in a large shape and not moving. He just finished his last meal today and sent away the boys with oily mouths. As soon as he lay on the ground, Bian Rui began to regret why he raised eels, so he asked the villagers to tell him what could it be?

These boys are so enthusiastic about working. They come here early every morning and will not finish work until ** o'clock. In other words, Bian Rui has to cook four times a day, bring a midnight snack with three main meals, and work harder to work on more than a dozen meals every day, which makes Bian Rui extremely uncomfortable, who has been idle for a year or two.

What made Bian Rui most dissatisfied was that these guys did a good job and the overall progress of the project was very gratifying. It was impossible to make Bian Rui fire people. If the work was not done well, it would be normal for Bian Rui to drive them away, but now the work is very good. Bian Rui did not have the face to drive these children away anyway.

It's a pity that Bian Rui wanted a few people who worked like a job and went home for four or five hours a day. It would be better that the eel pond in his home will be built until late autumn today. In this case, Bian Rui will start raising eels next year.

It's not until mid-June yet, these guys cleared out all the mud. Not only did they clear out the mud, but they also cut three logs prepared by Bian Rui to lay down today. If this continues, the eel pond in Bian Rui will be cured in less than July.

If it is put on ordinary bosses, the group of people who are so capable of working will be so happy that they laughed to death. But Bian Rui doesn't want to play like this. He just wants to make a little longer. Everyone is not so tired. He cooks a lunch every day. Everyone starts work at nine in the morning, takes a nap at noon, resumes work at two o'clock, and goes home at four o'clock.

Who knows that these boys obviously don’t have the treatment of Nordic people, but they have to do contract work. Do you think it’s annoying?

After thinking for a while, Bian Rui dragged his tired body to take a cooler. The weather now does not matter whether the hot water is hot or not. However, Bian Rui felt tired and wanted to take a warm bath, so he turned on the small stove and poured water into the large wooden barrel.

After soaking for almost half an hour, not only did my body not recover, but also became even more exhausted. So Bian Rui came out of the bucket and wiped his body away, and got into the space and took a nap.

When he came out again, he put on a shorts and sat on the floor at the door of the house. He took out two big watermelons from the space, clenched his fists and beat them into two petals, and distributed them to the bear and his son. The other one was divided into four, and distributed them to the big gray, two pony and Bian Rui himself.

Bian Rui didn't eat much, just a little melon, less than two pounds. Bian Rui enjoyed the cool air of water from the water ice in the well of the space, rather than eating watermelon.

After eating the watermelon, the rind of the watermelon was thrown to Dai Niu. Dai Niu didn't dislike it. He opened his mouth and ate the remaining watermelon peel of the owner.

Now there is only Bian Rui in the yard. The little girl has lived in Bian Rui’s parents’ house for a while and does not come to the yard next to Bian Rui.

It's interesting to say that. The old people obviously miss their granddaughter and want their granddaughter to live in their yard for a few days, but they just want to be honest. They found a reason to say that Bian Rui was busy for a while and was uneasy at home for fear of affecting his granddaughter's study!

Oh my God! When I heard this reason, Bian Rui almost fainted. A child in the kindergarten class could recite a poem for a week or two, and was he afraid that it would affect his studies?

But Bian Rui's words are useless. The old man thinks that the impact must be affected. If he argues with the old man and his mother, he is just looking for a beating.

The little girl is not here, and Bian Rui doesn't have that much cover up when he does it. He has slept enough and ate melons. He always has to do something, or do he prick his ears and listen to the croaking of insects and frogs outside now? That's too boring. This thing is suitable for people who have been in the village for a few days. Bian Rui's ears are called out, so he didn't want to hear this, so he stretched out his hand and took out the bottom plate of the piano from the space and began to slowly peel it up.

While cutting the piano board, Bian Rui heard something outside, so he looked up at Dahui and the bear and his son. Seeing that there was no big deal between the three guys, he knew that the sound must be the ones who made the sound.

Since Bian Rui is a native of the village, he is not going to take care of him. At this time, he might just go out to catch shrimps and fish, or get out of the cage to catch them. Anyway, serious people are lying at home, either watching TV or sleeping.

As for the children? They must be wandering outside, but the people passing by Bian Rui's family are definitely not children. If the child exaggeratedly, he would hear the voices of these kids five miles away. How could they be like now? Bian Rui heard the noise of the words but there was no loud noise.

Bian Rui didn't want to pay attention to him, but he didn't want to let Bian Rui go. Soon, a questioning voice came from Bian Rui's gate.

"Have Bian Rui asleep?"

When Bian Rui heard that it was Mr. Yan's voice, that is, Yan Lan's father's voice, he put down his work, knocked on the door and opened a crack, then squeezed through the crack, carefully closed the door, and then shouted to the outside: "No, Uncle Yan, what are you busy with this big night?"

It's almost eleven o'clock now, why is this person not sleeping yet? Why is he going to run out?

Bian Rui had just walked under the apricot tree and saw Mr. Yan and Mr. Wu entering the yard.

Now the two old men dressed like old farmers, wearing a straw hat with reeds on their heads, a short-sleeved jacket on their bodies, a pair of long trousers on their lower bodies, and rolled up their legs as if they were agreed to, and a pair of plastic slippers worth about ten yuan on their feet.

"What are you doing here? Why did you two do it? I don't know how to wash the mud in half of your body?" Bian Rui asked with a smile when he saw that the legs of their trousers and the exposed legs were covered with mud.

Mr. Wu hung his waist on his belt and turned it around. Bian Rui then realized that there was a waist basket tied around his waist. The waist basket was long, about 30 cm long, about ten cm high, about ten cm thick, with a neck in the center of the top and a bamboo cover on the neck.

The shape of the waist basket is correct, like a thing produced in the village, but this craft is really not eye-catching. It will definitely not be made by the old people in the village. For example, Bian Rui's father and grandparents randomly pulled out one person to make this thing, and the effect was eight times better than this. Bian Rui wanted to step on the basket after seeing it.

"I didn't notice it. I said it was serious, but I saw it. We went to catch lobsters and the harvest was pretty good, listen."

As he said that, the master shook the basket and made a rustling sound. He heard the sound of at least one or two kilograms of lobsters in the basket, and the harvest was indeed quite good.

"Yes," Bian Rui praised the old man casually.

Now these two old men can be said to be the happiest two people in the entire Shanwa. When it comes to happiness index, these two are ranked first.

Every day, the two old men opened their eyes and played the health boxing they learned from Bian Rui's ancestor in the yard. After collecting the boxing, they took the dog around and jogged. After they returned, they had breakfast, practiced calligraphy or painted a picture after breakfast, and had lunch, and played chess after lunch. At three o'clock, they either went out to fish or catch shrimps. Anyway, the two old men had a lot of things all day, and were busy playing with their arms, fishing in the river, and catching shrimps in the pond. No two old men were not interested.

"I said to Lao Yan, let me show you your basket to see how our craftsmanship is!" Mr. Wu said as he reached out to grind the basket on Mr. Yan's body.

Bian Rui only took a look and nodded against his conscience: "It's pretty good. It's good that I just learned how to make it like this."

Mr. Yan is a little self-aware and knows that he really can't show his skills in weaving baskets. Now Bian Rui's praise makes him even more embarrassed, so he has to change the topic.

After turning on the basket, Mr. Yan reached in and carefully pinched a lobster out under the lights in the yard: "How is it? Is this head OK?"

"Yeah, this is really good"

Bian Rui is telling the truth this time. The lobster is quite large, about half a liang, and maybe more. Now the general lobsters in the city are only about three cents. Lobsters like half a liang are already considered very large. The three cents of lobster shells are red, but when they reach more than half a liang, the shrimp shells turn blue, because after growing for a long time, the meat will be more full and the taste will be more tough.

The lobsters in Bianrui’s hometown mainly grow in several places.

The best thing is in the rice fields, the second thing is in the small rivers. The water in the small rivers must be above the knees, and there should be more water plants to provide some cover for crayfish. The third thing is in the small rivers.

However, lobsters in the stream are generally not big, because the stream is shallow. Although lobsters have two large tongs, they have advantages in dealing with fish and other things. However, for small carnivores, there are too many small animals that eat lobsters in the mountains. Anyone with teeth eats crayfish except those who only eat grass, and even mountain mice will have trouble finding a lobster to eat and eat it. You can imagine how difficult it is for crayfish to grow up in such an environment.

There are only two crayfish as big as Mr. Yan’s hand, including rice fields and small ditch. The biggest possibility is the ditch, because the rice fields have owners, so I feel embarrassed to go in without the owner’s consent.

"Isn't it good?"

"It's really good." Bian Rui nodded again to confirm the quality of the shrimp.

"Why don't we burn it?" said Mr. Wu.

When Bian Rui heard this, he waved his hand and said, "How can this work? You two have finally caught it. Take it back for the aunts to try it. Don't eat it all up with me. When you go back, bring an empty basket. What's the point!"

Bian Rui loves lobsters. Not only do he like to eat them, but he also raises some in the space. He cooks a plate of greedy vegetables and enjoys it. Therefore, Bian Rui is not greedy for the two old men's gains. Moreover, Bian Rui also guessed that these two old men were fake when eating shrimps, but it was real to try to make a living with his own wine.

"To put it bluntly, we brought shrimps to drink. When we first arrived at the slope, Lao Yan looked up and saw that there was light in your yard, so he asked me if I didn't know if you were asleep. I said as soon as I heard that, let's go and have a look..." Mr. Wu said.

Bian Rui understood. Today he stretched his head and shook it, so he asked with a smile: "Didn't you both buy some wine? Why did you drink it?"

Last month, Grandpa's family opened a cellar and sold the first batch of wine this year. Both Mr. Wu and Mr. Yan bought ten small jars, which looked almost twenty kilograms per person. How could it be finished so soon?

Mr. Yan smiled and said, "We think our wine should be saved, but your wine will be better!"

Bian Rui: "...".

Bian Rui has no choice now. His wine is all in the space, which is equivalent to decades of storage. How good is the quality?

But these two old men came over in the middle of the night and brought some lobsters to drink. Isn’t it a little too leisurely to live a small life? Bian Rui, who has been busy all day today, was a little unhappy.

"Are there any peanuts at home? The salted peanuts you cook are really awesome. When I go back and follow your recipe, I can't cook your taste. I always feel that it's a little bit worse. By the way, it would be even better if there are snails..." Mr. Wu said.

Bian Rui almost laughed at the old man: "No, none, only white sugar mixed with tomatoes and cucumbers."
Chapter completed!