The chickens and geese in Bian Rui's family were naturally fine. Not only did they have nothing to do, but they also seemed a little excited. They kept shouting when they saw Bian Rui. Bian Rui had no choice but to feed the goods a little more, and then he took Zhou Zheng and Wen Shizhang back to his small yard.

In the evening, there were only three people in the Bian Rui family, and neither Mr. Wu nor Mr. Yan came here. This way, the dinner would be a little boring. Fortunately, Wen Shizhang's energy in the afternoon was almost exhausted because he had been swimming. In addition, he drove for several hours, so after eating, he went back to his room to sleep with a little wine.

Bian Rui and Zhou Zheng chatted for a while. Regarding the operation of cattle farms in the future, they are talking about it on paper anyway. Bian Rui really doesn't have much interest in talking about such things that he doesn't know whether he can succeed.

For Bian Rui, it is the best to get it off. If you can't get it off, it doesn't matter. Go abroad to buy it. He doesn't have to have a big place. He just needs to raise enough cows to eat here.

At around nine o'clock, Zhou Zheng said goodbye. Before leaving, he picked a basket of melons from the vegetable garden of Bian Rui's family. I don't know if this guy came here this time and seemed to pour all his feelings into the vegetable garden of Bian Rui's family. In the words of the villagers, he was like a licking donkey, and he knew how to eat all day long.

Waiting for the guests to leave and rest, Bian Rui took a shower and waited for his daughter to come back.

The little girl was crazy until after ten o'clock, and she came back like a little wild baby. Bian Rui called to let her daughter water and supervise her bath. When she was waiting for the little girl to come out, she had to blow her hair dry. In short, serving her daughter is more troublesome than taking a bath for her three Bian Rui.

Finally, I brought the little girl to bed, read a story to her, and watching her sleep, Bian Rui returned to his room and fell asleep.

One day two days ago, Bian Rui got up and practiced boxing first. When Bian Rui came out of the martial arts field behind, he found that Wen Shizhang had already gotten up and was practicing Baduan Jin in the yard.

"You can still do this?"

Bian Rui stood beside him and looked at it. He felt that Wen Shizhang was practicing very well, and his whole movements were just right. He knew that he had been given more advice from experts at a glance. When he was practicing, he exuded a feeling of flowing water.

Seeing Wen Shizhang withdrawing his move, Bian Rui walked over and asked with a smile.

Wen Shizhang said: "This is the first time I went to Taidao to study piano and a veteran from Shandong taught me. I have been practicing it and it has become a habit. By the way, I saw that the kung fu you practiced was very powerful. Can you give it to me?"

Bian Rui smiled and said, "You are too old and not suitable for this kind of fierce approach. It is not only not only good or bad to teach you, but you should practice your Ba Duan Jin. It is certain that you can prolong your life by practicing like this. If you practice this boxing again, it will not work, it will harm you."

Wen Shizhang didn't care. He just asked casually. As a Chinese expert, he also knew that some things were passed down by fathers and sons among Chinese people, and they would not be passed down to outsiders. To be more particular, just like he had broken the rules just now, and peeping at other people's boxing techniques is also a taboo.

"Okay, I'll practice my Ba Duan Jin," said Wen Shizhang.

Bian Rui nodded, then asked, "What do you want to eat in the morning?"

"I can do anything, as long as it is Chinese food, spicy soup, soy milk, burritos and fried dough sticks, as long as you don't make Western food such as bread for me, you'd better ask your daughter what she wants to eat," said Wen Shizhang.

Bian Rui smiled and said, "She won't get up until ten o'clock. Even if she gets up, her friend shouts and grabs a cake and goes out, so she doesn't have to think about her."

"It's so happy." Wen Shizhang looked back at the little girl's house and sighed.

"She will not be happy for a few days, and someone will be in charge as soon as school starts," said Bian Rui.

The little girl is now on vacation because her mother is out and she is so happy abroad. She probably didn't expect her for a while. She has no such thing as checking homework now. However, when the little girl starts school, everything will return to her original position, and the little girl's good life will come to an end.

The reason why Bian Rui is so indulging in the little girl is that he wants his daughter to have a good childhood. When he thinks about it, he can remember the scenery and friends in his hometown. He will not be like many children. His childhood memories are only endless interest classes and endless homework.

Wen Shizhang was happy after hearing this and echoed: "Chinese children are too tired, and learning is not fun for most of them, so after they get to work, few people will pick up books to read it, which is a kind of harm to the children."

Bian Rui said: "There is no way. The best and most direct way for poor children in China to change their destiny is to study. Everyone knows that studying can change their destiny, which is actually a good thing. As for the remaining things, it is really hard to distinguish. The society in Europe and the United States looks good, but you find that no one is getting lazy and slower now. Now they still have the benefits they have accumulated before. What are they going to do when these benefits disappear?"

"This topic is too deep," Wen Shizhang laughed.

Bian Rui said: "That's simpler, what should I eat in the morning?"

"Soy milk, are there any fried dough sticks?" Wen Shizhang asked.

Bian Rui said: "No problem!"

If soy milk is made now, most people can’t do anything, because soybeans need to soak and fried dough sticks have to be used, but it is naturally nothing to Bian Rui.

When Wen Shizhang saw Bian Rui agreeing, he said, "Do you want me to help?"

"No, I feel uncomfortable if you help me, so you can go around as you please."

When Wen Shizhang heard Bian Rui say this, he was not polite and went back to his room.

When Bian Rui saw Wen Shizhang return to his room, he naturally started to prepare breakfast. He first soaked beans, then kneaded the noodles with dough and made noodles. After simmering through the space, the beans were soaked and the noodles were also ready. Bian Rui started grinding beans, making soy milk and making some tofu. The noodles were all made and fried with fried dough sticks.

After the meal was ready, they called Wen Shizhang back for dinner. They were just halfway through when they suddenly heard a little kid shouting at the door.

"Grandpa Nineteen! Grandpa Nineteen!"

"Who!" Bian Rui asked.

When the little kid heard someone in the yard, he immediately pushed open the door and ran in. When the little kid saw Wen Shizhang sitting next to the table, he couldn't help but stop and hit Wen Shizhang with two black eyes.

"It's impolite to see what you want!" Bian Rui smiled.

Most of the children here have never met foreigners. Yesterday, many of them were a little wrong, but they didn’t show that they were so obvious. Now they are just alone, and the little kid is a little scared when facing Wen Shizhang.

"It's nothing, Grandpa 19, my great-grandson asked me to come and tell you something. Today, the village will count all chickens, ducks, geese, etc., and try to trap all these things in the circle. In the morning, someone in the village will come down to check to see if the chicken plague has come to us..."

Bian Rui frowned after hearing this: "Are you still a servant this time?"

When he heard that the villagers had sent their servants, Bian Rui felt that the plague this time seemed to be quite serious.

"Well, I'll inform you." After saying that, the little kid turned around and was about to run.

"Come here, get two fried dough sticks before leaving!"

Bian Rui shouted to Xiaowazi. Xiaowazi smiled when she heard this and grabbed a fried dough stick with her hand, and then ran away with a smile. This is how the child is, other people's food is delicious.

"Is it serious?" Wen Shizhang asked when he saw that Bian Rui's face was a little wrong.

Bian Rui said: "It has nothing to do with whether the strictness is serious or not. We are a group of people here. Even if all the chickens outside are killed, nothing will happen here!"

"Oh, so confident?"

Bian Rui said: "We are too far away from outside. As long as the villagers don't buy chickens outside, chicken plague has nothing to do with us."

Chicken plague is contagious, and it is difficult for several villages near Bianjia Village to be infected because the road is far away, so chickens cannot go to the village.

"It's fine," said Wen Shizhang.

Bian Rui nodded and the two continued to eat.

Bian Rui was full of confidence, but soon a piece of news came and immediately slapped Bian Rui's face.

When Bian Shiqi entered the courtyard with an angry look on his face, he brought Bian Rui a very bad news.

"Damn..." Bian Shiqi sat next to Bian Rui cursingly.

At this time, Bian Ruizheng and Wen Shizhang put new paint on the piano. When they saw Bian Shiqi coming, they immediately said, "I said Brother Shiqi, you are so angry that you are like a bullfighter. Who has messed with you?"

Bian Shiqi said: "Who? I'm not the group of people from Linshan Village!"

Bian Ruiqi said: "How did they mess with you? It has always been a matter of water without any trouble."

"Why don't the well water fall? You think too simple. I'll collect things from Linjia Village next time. I'm this one." As he said that, Shiqi reached out and grabbed it with his hands twice, making a gesture of a turtle.

Bian Rui smiled and said, "I said to Brother Seventeen, why are you doing this? Tell me why Linshan Village has messed with you again."

Bian Shiqi said: "They used inferiority as good ones and sold them to me as free-range chickens in their own villages, which caused all the more than 400 chickens I collected this time to die!"

"What?" Bian Rui said in shock.

Bian Shiqi said angrily: "Xiao Shijiu, you didn't expect it?"

"Are you crazy?" Bian Rui was a little confused.

Bian Shiqi said: "Others think I can't find it! The price difference between a chicken is more than 100 yuan, and some people are red-eyed and can't stand the real money!"

"No, you have to figure it out. No one in our nearby villages will do that, right?" Bian Rui still felt a little disbelief.

Bian Shiqi said: "I said Xiao Shijiu, you don't believe it yet. Don't say anything else. I just got the news that the whole chicken in Linshan Village has been caused by chicken plague. This is why people's calculations are worse than God's calculations!"
Chapter completed!