Wen Shizhang, who got out of the car, looked around and praised Bian Rui: "Your place is very good, it has a very ancient meaning. I think it has artistic conception than many ancient temples. Although it is not as grand and broad as them, it is better than the artistic conception, a rare blessed place for cultivating the mind!"

"I've talked about it, but it's not mine. This is passed down by my master. How can I compare to him?" Bian Rui said politely.

When he heard Bian Rui pointing to his master, Wen Shizhang looked yearning and then said annoyedly: "It's a pity that there is a master like your master in the world. What's worse is that I have never heard of it or visited it. It's really a great regret in life."

Bian Rui smiled and said, "I guess even if you come, my master will not see you. He is not very interested in dating people, and he is even more worthless in fame and fortune. Okay, let's not talk about these things. As for your luggage, I'll take you to the room."

Seeing that Zhou Zheng's face was almost green, Bian Rui was probably so sad that he was talking to Wen Shizhang, so he immediately asked if Wen Shizhang had brought his luggage.

When Wen Shizhang heard this, he opened the car door and then pulled out a small backpack from the back compartment. It was an ordinary shoulder-length bag, which was military green and did not look very high-end, similar to a free market bag worth about twenty yuan.

"That's all?" Bian Rui asked.

Wen Shizhang shook the bag on his back and smiled at Bian Rui, "You have a piano and wine here, why do I bring so many things? By the way, how is my piano making?"

Bian Rui had already prepared for his question. After hearing his question, he smiled and replied: "Don't worry, when you settle down, I will take you to see your piano. However, the piano has only been painted with the first time, so you can't use strings to test the sound."

"It's okay, it's okay, I just want to see if you're lazy," Wen Shizhang said with a laugh.

Bian Rui shook his head speechlessly, led Wen Shizhang to the yard, and then took him to the west wing to settle down.

Wen Shizhang threw his small bag on the bed and looked around like a curious baby. He had seen ancient Chinese buildings and had stayed in ancient temples, but this was the first time he lived in an ancient Chinese house in the Tang Dynasty style. Tang-style buildings were beautiful and grand, and there were no carved beams and painted buildings at all. They were not like Ming and Qing buildings. In order to show his luxury, they often painted three layers inside and three layers outside, while Tang-style buildings were usually two colors, refreshing and clean.

Because of the ancestor's mood, the entire courtyard originally had a super vulgar feeling of quiet thought. Although it was ruined by Bian Rui, the outsider, the immortal spirit was still preserved.

This kind of fairyland is very fond of Wen Shizhang's appetite. In fact, for the belief that Chinese culture is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, 99% of Chinese people in the country are not qualified to say that they are Chinese in front of him. Although he has white skin, he knows no less than a professor in the Chinese department about the classics, history, and literature collections.

So Wen Shizhang's heartfelt amazement came from time to time in Bian Rui's ear.

Even the corridor had to look at it for ten minutes, and sighed for four or five minutes. Bian Rui really had no time to spend with him, unless everyone was hungry at noon and accompanied Wen Shizhang to drink with him.

"Look at it slowly, I'll go, come," Bian Rui said to Wen Shizhang.

"Go, go!" Wen Shizhang didn't have time to think about other things now. He just wanted to appreciate this Chinese-style architecture imitating the Tang Dynasty.

When Bian Rui heard this, he turned his head out of the yard to look for Zhou Zheng.

When I left the door, I found Zhou Zheng, the boy lying under the shade of the tree, looking at Xiaoli lying on the branch not far away. I don’t know how Xiaoli was calling him off. Anyway, when Bian Rui walked to him, he heard him cursing.

"Hey, go and greet Wen Shizhang for me!"

When Zhou Zheng heard this, he shook his head and twisted his body aside: "You spare me, I really can't come with him. Look at the sourness you two felt when they saw it, it was even more sour than green mulberries."

Speaking of this, Zhou Zheng pinched his voice: "You have a piano and wine here... Life is so happy."

"I said you both should just change into Hanfu and wrap your hair around and say that you can just say ancient Chinese texts," Zhou Zheng said.

"What should I go with you for lunch? Why are you preparing to cook?" Bian Rui felt that it was too soft and had to be hard.

Zhou Zheng was about to speak when he heard something moving down the slope. After waiting for him to see the person coming clearly, he laughed and said, "Oh, the savior is here!"

When Bian Rui saw that it was Yan and Wu, the two old men, so he left Zhou Zheng and greeted him with a smile.

After saying hello to the two old men, Bian Rui invited the two into the yard.

Mr. Wu asked, "Are the guest here?"

"Here I'm here, I'm looking at the yard," said Bian Rui.

Seeing that the two old men immediately rolled up from the recliner and stood next to Bian Rui.

"Xiao Zhou, are you here too?" Mr. Wu smiled.

"Mr. Wu, I was called to accompany the guests," Zhou Zheng said with a smile.

There was a hint of respect in the tone of reply.

"Let's go in and meet the guests," said Mr. Yan.

So a group of people went into the yard.

At this time, Wen Shizhang had already stood in the middle of the yard, looking at the floor-to-ceiling glass windows in the west wing from his current position, sighing.

"Oh, ah, you're absent-minded, you don't feel sorry for selling your own land..."

Mr. Yan looked back at Bian Rui, and his eyes were obviously asking: Is this the guest you invited?

Bian Rui smiled awkwardly, then walked up to wake up Wen Shizhang who was scolding him, and then introduced everyone.

Wen Shizhang heard that Mr. Yan and Mr. Wu had good attainments in ancient Chinese literature, so he enthusiastically pulled the two to talk.

At the beginning, the two old men, Wu and Yan, didn't care about it, and thought you, a silly foreigner, did not understand the profoundness of Chinese culture. However, after five minutes of chatting, the two immediately changed their minds. They found that Wen Shizhang vaguely surpassed them in Chinese culture, especially Taoist culture, and even had very unique insights in some places.

Now the three of them got together and chatted enthusiastically.

Bian Rui didn't need Zhou Zheng when he saw that he didn't need him, so he quietly stepped aside and went into the kitchen to cook his own dishes.

While cooking, Bian Rui raised his head from time to time and could hear the three of them chatting and laughing in the yard.

After the meat was ready, Bian Rui gave a portion to his parents' home. The portion he left at home was accompanied by the dried mushrooms and the soup of steamed meat, and he put it into a bowl and started steaming it.

"Bian Rui, Bian Rui, come here, you said you took me to see the piano!"

Wen Shizhang saw Bian Rui coming out of the kitchen, and then he remembered his piano. In order to show off to his two new friends, Wen Shizhang asked Bian Rui to take everyone to see the piano. At this time, Wen Shizhang completely forgot that the two old men, Yan and Wu, had been in the village for a longer time than him.

Bian Rui took three people into the studio in the west wing without saying a word, turned around the pile of materials that emitted the aroma of wood, and came to the workbench. The two and a half-sized new zithers on the stage were prepared for Wen Shizhang.

Seeing two zithers lying on the workbench, Wen Shizhang asked: "Which bed is mine and which one is from Teshima?"

"His one has not been made yet. To be precise, these two beds are yours, but one bed is stored and one bed is gone. When the qin is completed, you will take away the one you choose, and the remaining one can only be burned as firewood," said Bian Rui.

The house was surprised when these words came out.

"Why? Is the piano not good?" asked Mr. Wu.

Mr. Yan smiled and said, "Are you creating a gimmick?"

Only Master Yan is suitable for saying this. Who made Bian Rui think about his daughter?

Bian Rui couldn't take this seriously. In fact, he didn't take it seriously. He just shook his head and said seriously: "I think I will take out the best piano every time, which is the most satisfying thing for me."

As he said that, he came to the outermost bed piano and gently knocked the sound of the piano. The sound of the piano made a clear echo, like a finger hitting a jade tool. He then reached out and knocked on another bed. The same sound was the same, and without listening carefully, it would be like a guitar made by a bed.

"Isn't it the same?" Wen Shizhang frowned.

When he said this, Wen Shizhang's frowning suddenly unfolded: "Can he reach such a state?"

Wu and Yan are both playing piano. Even if Mr. Yan and Bian Rui spend more time together, they will simply play two simple tunes of music, which is also an outsider, so they can't hear the connotation of these two piano sounds.

This is what is called "the experts look at the tricks and the lay people look at the fun".

Bian Rui smiled and knocked twice, and asked, "How?"

Wen Shizhang's brows frowned again, and after a long time, he looked bitter and sighed: "How do you make me choose?"

"That's your business!" Bian Rui smiled when he saw Wen Shizhang's appearance.

Wen Shizhang walked to the workbench and knocked on the piano himself, listening in his ears.

After knocking back and forth for more than ten times, it took almost twenty minutes. Wu and Yan, the two old men, could not stand.

"It's all the same!"

Bian Rui whispered: "You two are not piano players, and I don't know the difference. The so-called slight mistake is the truth. It sounds the same to you, but in his heart it's like a fish and a bear's paw, I don't know how to choose."

"Then which one do you mean is a fish and which one is a bear's paw?"

Bian Rui called out: "The matter of choosing a piano is whether he or not me!"

Wen Shizhang's face became even more bitter at this time, and he asked Bian Rui: "I'll ask for another zither, I really can't give up any beds of this zither."

"No, it's a rule to destroy one bed!" Bian Rui said.

After hearing Bian Rui say this, Wen Shizhang stopped talking. He understood Chinese culture and knew that Bian Rui could not draw on the craftsmanship of piano making. After all, he had to be attributed to literati making piano making. Craftsmen seek wealth when making pianos, and literati make pianos more flawed. What's more, Bian Rui is still a person who is not short of money. He may not be as rich as many people, but his heart is richer than most people, so money cannot restrain him.

"Looking at that time, if you really can't give up, you'll just touch the bed blindfolded," Wen Shizhang said regretfully.
Chapter completed!