Zhu Tongqiang took two steps, took a few steps, and then looked at the ancestral hall from the current perspective. While looking at it, his heart seemed to have grass growing. If someone wasn't around him now, Zhu Tongqiang would like to climb over the wall and go inside and take a good look.

However, Zhu Tongqiang is also an old man who travels to villages. He knew that even if Bian Rui is not around now, he would not be able to enter the ancestral hall. Otherwise, he would have been beaten to death and thrown away at will. No one could find it in his life.

Zhu Tongqiang has seen many ancestral halls, both in the north and in the south. Now the best preserved ancestral halls in the country are from the south. For example, the ten ancestral halls in the north were demolished during the turmoil. Occasionally, a few of them missed the net. Now most of them have become attractions for future generations to attract wealth, such as many ancestral halls in Huidi. There were many tourists all day that day. I wonder if their ancestors had spirits under the land, would they directly kill these unfilial descendants.

Of course, modern people are not afraid of this. They are afraid of being poorer than their ancestors' dreams. Some people even beat and scold their own fathers at will, let alone ancestors.

Bian Rui turned his head and looked at Zhu Tongqiang, as if he had seen through his thoughts, and warned: "Don't make any idea here, not everyone has the mood of an elder."

Zhu Tongqiang smiled, stepped forward two steps and stood next to Bian Rui, sighing and said, "I really didn't expect that there would be such a complete place where the clan atmosphere was preserved. I thought it could only be seen in the Lingnan area."

"We are in a place where we are not open to traffic before, and there is only one small mountain road to enter and exit the mountain. Everything needs to be transported by mules and horses. It takes one or two days to enter and exit. The previous atmosphere will naturally be easier to preserve," said Bian Rui.

Bian Rui knew that the main reason was probably the existence of the ancestor. If it weren't for the ancestor's Dinghai magic needle, it would have probably been like the village outside. Each family would have swept the snow in front of the door by himself. Those who made money returned to the village to show off their power, while those who couldn't make money were shrunk their heads all day long.

"Yes!" Zhu Tongqiang refused to comment.

Zhu Tongqiang is now thinking about anything else. He is now thinking about what good things are hidden in this ancestral hall of Bian’s family!

When Shiqi gave him a pane, he was stunned by the exquisite pane. After so many years of antiques, such exquisite window lattices were almost invisible on the market, so he closed the window lattices as soon as he saw them.

It also aroused his slap, and it was the last time that Bianjia Village and his group were in Bianjia Village.

I originally thought that the window lattices of the ancestral hall could be sold, so it would be easy to collect some things, but I didn’t expect that the clan atmosphere in the village here is so strong.

Before the Qing Dynasty, the land of China ruled the world with filial piety. Whether it was the royal family or the common people, filial piety was the greatest, almost the heavenly throne.

What is the meaning of filial piety in governing the world with filial piety? Offerings before death and a grand funeral after death.

So even if it is a poor family, they have to make a coffin after their parents die, so don’t mention some money. There are countless people who have been buried with their parents and half of their property, so modern people are keen on digging graves.

A village like Bianjia Village cannot be a poor village no matter how you look at it. Not to mention anything else, just talking about the ancient Chinese language learned in Bianjia Village Primary School is not something that ordinary people who came from poor peasants from generation to generation can think of, and even if they think of it, they cannot be taught by ordinary people.

Looking at the regulations of this ancestral temple, it must have been built by ordinary people. It was beyond the rules of the feudal era, either to rebel or to beheaded.

In Zhu Tongqiang's opinion, there must be treasures in Bianjia Village, and they are not buried in this ancestral hall in the Bianjia ancestral tomb.

Bian Rui didn't know that the Mediterranean Sea in front of him was now planning his own ancestral tomb. If it were true, it might be possible that Bian Rui could immediately give him a white knife into the red knife.

At this time, a small crack was opened in the door of the ancestral hall. Bian Rui's third uncle walked out of the ancestral hall with his body, holding four pictures of the Eight Immortals Pictures that were coming down from Bian Rui's bed.

Under normal circumstances, Zhu Tongqiang would not agree to exchange the window frame for these four Eight Immortals Pictures. Not to mention carvings or something, but to say that the gold-plated window frame is higher than the Eight Immortals Pictures.

But he also knew that in such a situation, it would not be possible to change it. Even if this matter was involved in the police, Zhu Tongqiang could not say anything. What's more, the clan is generally unreasonable to outsiders, but has suffered. Until now, when he thinks about the past, his stomach still hurts.

After taking the four Eight Immortals Pictures, Zhu Tongqiang said, "Four days later, I will send the things."

Uncle San nodded slightly: "Yes, I know."

Without saying much, the third uncle took Bian Rui and Zhu Tongqiang to walk down.

After seeing off Zhu Tongqiang, Bian Rui had nothing to do. He resigned with his third uncle, and then returned to his own vegetable garden to continue spraying water on his own vegetables.

At noon, I went back to my parents for a meal at the slightest point. After I came back, I entered the space and started cutting the green tung tree to prepare a zither.

The Qingtong in the space grows very well. After cutting it down, after leaving the space for a few minutes, the material was already dry, which was better than the old material that had been placed outside for several years.

Generally speaking, old materials will produce cracks when placed outside. Of course, this is the surface. If there are cracks inside, the material will be useless.

After making out a few pieces of Qingtong, put them in the wing room, Bian Rui began to cut materials with a chainsaw table.

The guqin is three feet and six inches long, symbolizing three hundred and six inches a year, and is six inches wide, symbolizing **. The surface of the zither is a round shape that symbolizes the sky, the base of the zither is a square shape that symbolizes the earth, the zither emblem symbolizes December, and the other one represents the Moon.

There are many more, I won’t talk about it here. In short, the length and width of the guqin are all specifications, and the styles are even more diverse, such as the Zhongni style, the Shikuan style, the Fuxi style, etc.

Bian Rui likes the Fuxi style because the guqin he used was the Fuxi style, and the guqin he made by his ancestors was also the Fuxi style, so Bian Rui naturally prefers the style of the Fuxi style guqin.

After the material is taken down, you have to pick up the material. Don’t want those with scars, don’t want those with small cracks, don’t want those with poor sound quality, and even those with the texture of the material that doesn’t touch Bianrui’s eyes.

In the end, Bian Rui felt that only three pieces of material could be used, that is, Bian Rui could play like this. Just like those who make zithers now, only seven or eight pieces will be eliminated at most. This is a handmade zither. If it is a bad zither of the machine, even a single material will not be eliminated.

Who gave Bian Rui this thing? The materials used for making pianos are used to burn fire. If someone put a piece of material on for a few years, he would naturally dry out. He blinked and went in and out! After throwing it in and sleeping for a night, the materials immediately became old materials for decades. If the modern zither maker knew about it, he would not know if he would hit the wall with his head.

When I picked the good materials of Qingtong, the ocad wood boards below naturally could not be ambiguous. In the style of not wasting the punishment of God, Bian Rui spent four or five days to pick out three good materials.

With good piano materials, the piano making is naturally the one below. Bian Rui doesn't want to just play handicrafts because there is no need. The machine is repairing materials quickly and well, so why bother using manuals to chisel and dig them bit by bit?

The three pieces of ingredients were almost done, and Bian Rui was about to go to Mingzhu when it was time to go to Mingzhu. He drove a small refrigeration truck with vegetables, mountain delicacies, meat and so on to Mingzhu. He picked up his daughter and stayed for two days. Bian Rui sent her back to her daughter and then returned to the village to continue fiddling with her piano.

As for the shop customers, there was no such thing as the price at the door. No one dared to enter the shop in Bianjia except for those who looked around and pointed at the price. Even if they looked, there was a strong laugh on their faces. Soon, Bianrui's shop became famous.

The Bianjia restaurant is not famous because of its good taste or because of its many customers, but because of its owner, Bian Rui, is regarded as a mental illness.

Bian Rui naturally doesn’t care about these things. If you don’t love comes, you can still have some leisure time if you don’t come. This is Bian Rui’s attitude.

It turned out that when Bian Rui got married, he was busy trying to make money all day long and how to give his wife and children a better life. Many of his past habits were put aside. He either drank with customers or had a meal with monsters and monsters who could not afford to offend him. Not only did he put down his skills, but he also threw down his previous habit of fighting boxing every few days.

Now Bian Rui's life suddenly seems to have returned to the past, even easier than before, so many things gradually get started, such as practicing weapons every few days.

Bian Rui often practices two weapons, one is the Panlong stick, which is pure power, and the other is shaking a big gun. If practicing sticks is pure power, then shaking a big gun is a clever force. Two types of weapons are one to practice strength and the other to practice agility. This is the basis of the ancestors' teaching kung fu, which is similar to the general practice of boxing and horse stance.

When he woke up in the morning, Bian Rui arrived at the backyard and began to shake his gun.

Why is it called shaking a big gun? Because the barrel of the gun is made of wax wood and is soft. If you stab it normally, the gun head will be shaking. If you want to stab someone, you have to shake it. This kind of gun is difficult to play with and has very high requirements for people. If you want to play well, you have to control it all the whole body and require every muscle to cooperate to play with the big gun well.

Shaking a big gun is helpful to train the muscle coordination of the whole body and increase the flexibility of your body.

Every time he shakes a big gun, Bian Rui has to shake until he is exhausted. He tore his muscle fibers apart, and then rest for a few days to wait for the torn muscles to grow again. Because of the self-protection of the body, the newly grown muscles will be stronger than before, so as to prevent tearing again when the same damage is caused.

After practicing the big gun for a few days, practice heavy sticks. In this way, the muscles will be constantly stimulated, the stronger they will grow, and the better the lines of the muscles will look.

Bang!

Just as Bian Rui fished out of the water, he threw away the big gun in his hand, and suddenly collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. After a few breaths, Bian Rui forced himself to struggle to sit cross-legged and adjust his breathing, taking three deep breaths first, and then slowly control his breathing into a normal pattern.

This process is quite difficult, but it is like this to practice martial arts. If you don’t be more ruthless to yourself, how can you improve?

I come back every three or four days, and I have to exhaust my energy every time. After practicing, I feel like I am about to fall apart.

This seems to be a bit self-abuse to outsiders, but now Bian Rui is gradually beginning to fall in love with this kind of "self-abuse". He feels that after practicing, when his body turns from soreness to soreness, and then gradually returns to normal, it seems that every cycle of reincarnation is constantly growing.

After Bian Rui recovered, he took a shower and changed into a comfortable double-breasted jacket, with loose cotton white pants underneath, and a pair of slippers on his feet, so he prepared to go home for dinner.

I picked up my phone and found that my mother had sent several messages, each of which was to inform my son to bring some small loofahs from the vegetable garden when he went back.
Chapter completed!