Yan Lan looked at his father dissatisfiedly and said, "Aren't you troubled people? Who can do this? You can live in this house with peace of mind. Besides, this is not Bian Rui's house. In fact, it is equivalent to renting it from the village. It's just a change of hand to you, so why bother..."

When Yan Lan heard her mother say that she had to rent Bianrui's house from the village because she was afraid of gossiping, she was unhappy and looked at her father while talking.

Mr. Yan doesn't care about these things at all now. He is like a child who has a toy. He is looking at Wen Zhengming's calligraphy and painting works with no choice but to wave his hands while watching. If it weren't for the fact that he had no paper and pen at hand, the old man might have started to come.

"Dad, have you listened to me?" Yan Lan asked in a slight voice.

The old man came to his senses: "You mom cares about this, I don't care. Bian Rui, come here and let's talk together. When did you copy this painting? Can I see the original work?..."

Bian Rui immediately turned bitter and said, "Uncle, I'm really not stingy. I really don't have the original copy of this painting. When I was young, my master asked me to copy it several times. Now I really don't know where the original copy is. If you don't believe it, go to my house and take a look?"

The original is in Bian Rui's space, and there is really no way to show it to the old man. If it can be taken out, there is no problem for Bian Rui to give it to the old man in order to please his father-in-law. For Bian Rui, dead objects will never be important than living people, let alone their own lovers.

"What a pity, what a pity." The old man looked disappointed.

The old man didn't know whether Bian Rui was telling the truth or lies, but even if he was telling a lie, Mr. Yan didn't mind, because anyone had to hide this thing. Some of the things hidden in the house only knew about one or two people, and their wife and children had never said it.

Just in the spring auction in February this year, Wen Zhengming's painting sold at a sky-high price of 80 million yuan, and that painting was not as good as the current one. This painting can be said to be the peak of Wen Zhengming's calligraphy and painting, and the price of authentic works is at least tens of millions. It is not an exaggeration to be careful with this value of calligraphy and painting.

"You will just watch it. If you like it, you can read the works at home as you like," said Bian Rui.

Bian Ruilin has a lot of things. Don’t underestimate it for only one or two years, but the space is different from the time outside. The space is only one day outside, and the space is already in the year. Bian Rui used the day outside to study in the space for a year. At this time, it has been at least ten years of hard work. The ability to copy painting is excellent. The only bad thing is that his painting skills have not improved at all, which is considered a strange one.

"Well, if there is one, you can take it out!" Old Master Yan said with a laugh.

After saying that, the old man thought about it again, and then said to Bian Rui again: "I think this is better. If you only take one at a time, it is not beautiful if I am greedy for too many people."

Now the old man feels that he is worried about happiness.

"OK!"

In the past, Bian Rui was a friend, but now he has been upgraded, from a friend to a father-in-law. Once this status changes, Bian Rui can't be as casual as before, and he has to pay some attention.

Bian Rui has made up his mind to come and present a few of his works when he goes back to give them to his prospective father-in-law to appreciate and play with. He must fool his father-in-law first.

"No hurry, no hurry. I have to appreciate this picture for a while. It's not a good thing to be greedy for too much." The old man didn't know whether to talk to himself or to Bian Rui.

The two men were talking here, but the two women were talking about the things they were much more cheesy.

"You might as well build a small courtyard by yourself. No one can say anything about it," Yan Lan said angrily.

Yan Lan's mother said, "That's fine. Let Bian Rui go and tell the village that our old couple will build a yard next to it, and the place will be larger. Then I will build a small garden or something, and we will pay for the money..."

Yan Lan was so angry that she felt that her mother was a little unreasonable today. She and Bian Rui were just in love and had not yet gotten married and got a marriage certificate. How could you do this?

Yan Lan didn't know that her mother wanted to anger Bian Rui, and then when Bian Rui got angry, her purpose was achieved. Originally, Yan Lan's mother was not a harsh person and had no shackles. She was quite generous and very well-educated woman, but when it came to her daughter's big affairs, she naturally changed. As long as she was dissatisfied with reasoning, it became unreasonable.

"Aren't you embarrassed? Others have such a big yard. You want to rent someone who is much bigger than others. What will others think? What do people in Bianjia Village think of Bian Rui? We don't have anything yet, so we just made things at home?" Yan Lan advised.

Who knew Yan Lan's mother stretched out her hand and said, "Which master did you do this? You asked Bian Rui to say, "Besides, I am the one who owe money? We should build the house we should build, and we don't have ownership of it, it's the right to use it. Isn't it over the time to pay the money for a long time..."

Bian Rui pricked up his ears and heard the conversation between the mother and daughter. Bian Rui didn't think too much about this matter. He always simplified things. If he wanted to make a matter complicated, what else would he do?

"Auntie, I'll help you ask the village. I'll try my best to make a request. If it really doesn't work, then you can't blame me," said Bian Rui.

When he said this, Bian Rui had a clear idea. He just rented a homestead to build a house. Not to mention that there was still a homestead on Bian Rui who had not been distributed, but because he built Qiushan for the village this time, how big would it be to rent an old homestead of one or two acres? And it was an old homestead that no one would use. If Mr. Wu had not come to build a house, no one would have come here.

Although I was sure, Bian Rui could not speak to death, and he had to leave some room for anything, because no one knew what would happen suddenly in the future.

"You..." Yan Lan looked at Bian Rui and was a little angry, thinking: I have been talking to you, but you have lost the link for me?

Bian Rui smiled at Yan Lan, and used his eyes to signal her that she didn't have to worry about knowing what she was doing.

The old lady's affairs have been settled for the time being. Even if the meeting today is over, Mr. Yan has always had a good impression of Bian Rui, the prospective son-in-law. If he insists on not being able to say it well, it is nothing more than getting married and having a child. He understands it, and no matter who he says this, it doesn't count. The most important thing is that his daughter likes it.

Moreover, what Mr. Yan did in the past, and after observing these days, it has been clear that most of the people in the village here are people-oriented. In the old saying, before liberation, they were at least a scholarly family that was passed down from farming and studying, and would not be wronged by their daughter.

As for the same family and marriage, the master not only doesn’t care but also opposes it very much. Now, the old man can stay away if he can stay away. For the old man, he should not point fingers at others if he retreats. It is so boring that he is tired of it. Enjoying his old age is the most important thing.

"It's okay, it's okay." Bian Rui smiled a little silly.

Things were settled, and the next few gossips were just a few chats. After almost twenty minutes, Bian Rui and Yan Lan left the yard and rode into the car and left.

"I can see that you are just a good guy! If you haven't seen it, what does our daughter look like? No wonder they say that a girl is too old to stay," Yan Lan's mother said very dissatisfied.

Yan Lan's father said, "You are just anxious. What's the use of being anxious? You have to take this matter slowly, let's take it slowly."

"Xu, you are so tall. If Xu goes down, my grandson will come out for you." Yan Lan's mother said angrily.

"That's not bad. Haven't you always thought about holding your grandson? You have to look at other people's children for a long time," Mr. Yan smiled.

"Then I can't agree. Rui is not suitable here. The key is to have nothing to do with it," said Yan Lan's mother.

Yan Lan's father asked with a smile: "What does it mean to take action? Only the leaders of a large company can only take action? I tell you that it is all empty. People will come naked in this life and live a comfortable life. The so-called peace of mind is my hometown. I always worry about those who have nothing, can they live a slack life?"

"I think you don't look at any paintings in the future. Let's go to practice Taoism with Bian Rui, and don't go to Zhongnan Mountain. Just find a place in this mountain and make a companion. It's fine if you are not motivated at this age. Bian Rui is only old. At the age of thirty-four or five, it's the best age for a man. When you go back to the village to live in seclusion, you really have no future," said Yan Lan's mother.

"You, I still can't let go of the obsession in my heart." Yan Lan's father shook his head and continued to look at the painting in his hand in silence.

Yan Lan's mother was so angry when she saw this, she reached out and patted the painting, stood up and left angrily.

"You old lady, you're crazy!"

"I'm just crazy, why are you going to stay?"

"It's hard to raise a woman and a villain!" Mr. Yan took the painting straight and continued to study it. After studying for a while, he felt that it was really unhappy to study alone. No one verified each other, and no one agreed with the good views. It was really itchy, so he rode on the small assist car and walked to Bian Rui's house with the painting in his arms.

Bian Rui was not at home at this time. He was discussing land use with his grandfather.

This problem just solved the problem of the grandfather. The reward and punishment are clearly the rules of Bianjia Village. Qiushan fell into the village, and Bian Rui should give up the prize, but Bian Rui's grandfather quit the sheep and only added thirty sheep. Then the prize is not enough. He was worried about what to make up for this part. Bian Rui came to the door himself. The old man said to discuss it with everyone. In fact, this matter has been decided. Isn't it just a useless house? You just throw your arms away within three acres and build it. If you build the Golden Palace and come to the village, you don't care.

Mr. Yan rode his bike across the small bridge. Suddenly, he looked up accidentally and found smoke coming from the small courtyard of Bian Rui's house. He was shocked and hurriedly turned on the accelerator and ran over.

When I entered the yard, I saw that the smoke was in the kitchen, so I didn't care about it and rushed in.

Originally, the old man thought there was a fire at home, but as soon as he entered, he found out that it was Zhou Zheng, the fool, who was making a fire and cooking.
Chapter completed!