Wen Shizhang did not leave the two zithers for a moment at this time. He had been playing the zither for decades. Even if the zither was not in the strings, he could still feel the color of the zither. Now he was satisfied with the two zithers placed on the workbench.

In his opinion, after these two zithers were completed, they could definitely surpass the top ten in the world by timbre, which many people now regard as treasures. If we talk about the depth of history, these two zithers would definitely be among the top ten in the world with this timbre.

"I'm afraid this piano is better than your lonely crane's flying, but it's slightly inferior to the Qingyun of the Child Phoenix," asked Wen Shizhang.

Bian Rui nodded: "Indeed!"

Bian Rui wants to admit that these two zithers are indeed more than the lonely crane Guifei made by his daughter. First, the skills of making zithers have increased, and second, the materials are picked more harshly. As for the zithers, the material is hard to come by.

The main reason is that Bian Rui has picked up too much material these days. Often, thousands of materials are used to pick out a good piece of piano material. First of all, the trunk of the tree grows about 60 cm. After cutting down the tree, only the best place is taken. A tree only has two beds of panels. This kind of work is wasteful. If it is really put outside, it will probably cost 300,000 to sell wood with wasted materials. No piano store in the world outside the space can hold on to such a waste.

The consequence of choosing like this is that the zither materials produced are all first-class, and Bian Rui's craftsmanship is also gradually improving. The zither made is naturally better than one bed, and it is inevitable that a new zither will be better than an old one.

"Can you get the time to hand over the piano a little earlier?" Wen Shizhang felt a little itchy.

Bian Rui shook his head: "The time is roughly the same, it's not too fast. You also know that the work of making pianos is all about the work at hand, and slow work is done! The quality of time cannot be guaranteed. After the piano is released, as long as you maintain it well, it will not crack even after it has been passed on for hundreds of years."

"Okay," Wen Shizhang nodded in response.

As an Aegean, Wen Shizhang wanted to take the piano back directly, then show it to Fu Qingxu, telling him that the piano was still half as loud as his piano. But now when he heard Bian Rui say this, he naturally pressed down his thoughts.

Seeing Wen Shizhang's appearance, Bian Rui quickly pulled him out of the workshop and came outside to ask Mr. Wu and Mr. Yan to take him to continue to see the house. He went into the kitchen and started the banquet.

The rough things were almost done just now, but now I just collected them. In less than ten minutes, Bian Rui prepared the lunch dishes.

"Where are you going to eat? Or just put the table in the yard when you go to the house?" Bian Rui stood at the door of the kitchen, wiping his hands with an apron and asking at the people in the yard.

After hearing this, Mr. Yan and Mr. Wu looked at Wen Shizhang in unison. Wen Shizhang was also familiar with China, so he naturally knew that as a guest, he should make a decision or give an explanation.

"Forget it, I'm free. You think wherever you think is, don't be restrained, just be fun," said Wen Shizhang.

After hearing this, Old Master Yan said, "Then let's go in the yard, put the table under the big ginkgo tree, and get another fan, and place two pieces of ice behind..."

After hearing the response, Bian Rui started to work hard.

Bian Rui was icing, while Zhou Zheng and the rest were moving tables and benches.

The tables in the yard were small eight immortals tables, eighty centimeters of small square tables, about fifty or sixty centimeters high, and the chairs were also small bamboo chairs with a height of twenty or thirty centimeters high. After this, Bian Rui brought the dishes one by one.

There are eight dishes in total, and it is not too particular. There is no four cold and four heat. I made three cold and five hot dishes. The cold dishes are salted peanuts, sugar mixed with tomatoes and tofu, and the hot dishes are cooked with duck, braised chicken nuggets, salt-baked shrimp, braised eel, etc. The main one is meat and mushrooms, plus a green vegetable tofu soup.

"Everyone put it in, there was no food," Bian Rui put the food on the table and said politely in Chinese style.

Wen Shizhang smiled and said, "When I heard you say this, I remembered the doubts I had when I first arrived in China. I saw a table of dishes, which were no less than twenty plates. The owner was still busy, but he said there was no food in his mouth..."

Hahaha!

Wen Shizhang's speech was interesting, and everyone cheered up and cheered.

Mr. Wu said, "Lao Wen, you don't treat me like Bian Rui. You are obviously quite young, but sometimes you look like a little old man, and you can pretend. Come on, let's go!"

Mr. Wu automatically slapped the sealing mud of the wine jar, poured the wine into the copper wine pot, then filled the several wine dividers on the table, picked up the wine glass and said to Wen Shizhang.

Mr. Wu was so greedy about the wine in Bianjia Village that he couldn't be more greedy. The old man would have a good bite. If he could use the salted peanuts made from Bianrui, the old man wouldn't need other dishes to drink. Now he has both, so the old man would naturally be polite.

Wen Shizhang was not fooled by him. As a Chinese master, he didn't understand this etiquette. He reached out and pressed Master Wu's hand down: "Let's listen to what the master said first."

As soon as these words came out, everyone knew that Wen Shizhang was not an ordinary stupid foreigner. He must be a soldier who was tested by the alcohol test, so they all smiled and looked at Bian Rui.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Bian Rui smiled and said, "What's there to say? In this first cup, we welcome Wen Shizhang to our village as a guest!"

As soon as Bian Rui raised his glass, everyone raised the wine.

According to the rules of my hometown, I drank four glasses of open-door wine in a row. The rest of my time was to move freely. Whoever I should drink, and whoever I wanted to chat could chat.

Wen Shizhang and Bian Rui and Mr. Yan were having a lot of chatting. Bian Rui brought Zhou Zheng with him. Mr. Wu, who had only good wine, held a glass of wine and asked someone to drink. Four glasses and four glasses soon, half a pound of wine entered his stomach.

Mr. Wu was so excited that he took off his shirt and threw it on the flower bed shelf next to him: "Lao Wen, I won't be polite to you!"

When Wen Shizhang saw his appearance, he smiled and took off his shirt, changing it to the style of a rural farmer during summer meals - shirtless.

"It's still so satisfying!" Wen Shizhang laughed.

When Bian Rui and Zhou Zheng met, they simply took off their tops. They were originally shirtless this season when everyone was having dinner at home, but now they were covered up tightly because they accompanied Wen Shizhang. When they saw the guests take off, who would still wear clothes? If they put on the clothes, they would be soaked in sweat.

In a moment, all five people around the table were shirtless, four of them were very happy, but Zhou Zheng suddenly felt a little awkward.

Seeing Zhou Zheng's appearance, Mr. Wu smiled and said, "The Zhou boy, haven't he eaten like this?"

Zhou Zhengluo smiled a little awkwardly and said, "Yes, but it's really cool."

Although it is already at the end of midsummer and the children are about to start school, the weather is still quite hot, especially when eating, the body temperature will be very high. It is definitely not an exaggeration to say that it is a good idea to sweat after a meal.

Therefore, the two old men came to the village and slowly learned the tricks of the villagers, that is, they must be shirtless and sweat all over when they eat.

"You kid should live here for a little longer. It's humane!" Mr. Wu smiled and patted Zhou Zheng on his shoulder.

Zhou Zheng looked embarrassed, but he did not refute, just kept saying yes or something.

It was obvious that there was something in this sentence, but no one on the table asked, and everyone ate their own food and pretended that they didn't hear it.

Mr. Wu did not say much to Zhou Zheng, but turned to Wen Shizhang: "I said Lao Wen. After we finish our meal, we will go to the river to take a bath. After soaking for ten minutes, we will get a recliner and hide in the shade of the tree. Whether it is playing chess or poker, it will be a pleasure. If you get two big watermelons like this, it will be a fairy life. I will take you to experience it later!"

Wen Shizhang laughed: "Okay, OK!"

After hearing this, Bian Rui smiled and shook his head and refused to speak.

"I said Bian Rui, you kid's dish is a bit careless! The salted peanuts are not as delicious as the ones I had a few days ago." Old Master Wu stretched out his chopsticks and ordered the peanuts plate, and let out a tingling sound.

Bian Rui replied: "The time for soaking today is a bit over. The peanuts look a little bit so you can eat it. Please come here to accompany the guests. It is not the host and guest who have chosen any dish you choose."

"I can't pick it yet?" Mr. Wu smiled.

"Peanuts?" Wen Shizhang saw that Mr. Wu cared about peanuts so much, so he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece and tasted it.

When I first saw it, I felt ordinary, but the more I chewed it, the more I became, the more fragrant it became, so soon Wen Shizhang picked up the second chopstick, followed by the third chopstick.

"It's pretty good!"

Mr. Wu said, "Don't just eat it. You need to eat peanuts with wine. It's great to have two or three peanuts mixed with a sip of wine."

So the two of them clinked a glass and started eating peanuts while drinking.

"It's been almost twenty minutes since you've eaten peanuts for the first time?" Bian Rui asked, looking at Wen Shizhang's appearance.

Wen Shizhang said: "I used to like eating this when I was drinking."

At this time, Wen Shizhang's chopsticks were placed on sugar-mixed tomatoes.

It is not surprising to his choice of Bian Rui. Foreigners always like this sour and sweet taste.

"This is not his highest skill. We will let him have another plate at night. Don't miss it this time," said Mr. Wu.

Mr. Yan smiled and said to his old friend: "Are you good at it? You only order this plate of dishes every time. Look at this table. There are fish, chickens and shrimps that you don't have enough food for you. I don't think there is anything good about peanuts."

"That's because you've eaten enough, no one will give it to me!" Mr. Wu retorted.

After hearing this, Mr. Yan laughed and scolded: "If you have the ability, you can give it to me!"

When Mr. Wu heard this, he joked to Bian Rui: "I said little Bian Rui, I have a granddaughter. Today is 27. Now I am studying in Europe. I am very beautiful. I will introduce you to you when I come back..."

After hearing this, Bian Rui waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'm two generations behind you all at once, I won't do it!"

"I'll go, you said this in front of your granddaughter, and I accepted it," Mr. Yan said after hearing this.

When Mr. Wu heard this, he immediately became timid: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it!"
Chapter completed!