There were three little kittens, one in Mr. Wu's house and one in Mr. Yan's house. No one wanted the remaining one, and it was impossible to throw it away. So Bian Rui had to raise it himself.

This kitten has a black head and white body, and a crocodile pattern on its back. I don’t know how it grows. Although it looks a little ugly, it is still quite strong and can eat, sleep and not make people feel bad. As a cat, it is pretty good.

After four or five days, he didn't see Xiaoli coming back, so Bian Rui sent the two kittens to the two old men's houses, leaving the one at his house that no one wanted.

When Tianbianrui sent Wen Shizhang away, the little girl was playing under the eaves with her kitten on her back.

Bian Rui looked at his daughter and asked, "Have you practiced your piano?"

"Should you wait a while, I will play for a while. Bambi's hair is not tied yet. I will practice the piano after I criticize Bambi's hair." The little girl said, but her hands didn't stop.

Bian Rui asked curiously: "Who is Bambi?"

The little girl raised her hand and raised the kitten in her hand and signaled to her father: "This is Bambi, the name I gave me, Dad, does it sound nice?"

When Bian Rui heard the name given to the kitten, he responded indifferently: "It sounds good!"

"By the way, go to practice the piano early, or when you arrive at your mother's house the day after tomorrow, your mother will find that your piano skills have not improved at all. See how your mother deals with you. Maybe she will let you go every week and watch you learn the piano..." Bian Rui said intimidating the little girl.

The little girl immediately felt sad when she heard this. She thought for a while and asked Bian Rui: "Dad, can I not go to my mother's house? I don't like going to her house at all. Wouldn't we just stay at our own house?"

"I think you are afraid that your mother will check homework. I will say whether to go or not. Your mother will not say anything. Be honest and do better at your mother's house. Otherwise, it wouldn't be the case every two weeks. If you have to go every week, you will have a headache. Also, school will start in a few days. Has the teacher done the homework assigned by the teacher?" Bian Rui asked.

The little girl is now in kindergarten and there is no real cultural course homework to do, but there are still some so-called homework that is half-playing and half-increasing. During the holiday, the teacher also told Bian Rui that the children would observe the growth status of plants or animals at home, and record them if they have the conditions. If they don’t have the conditions, just tell the teachers and classmates.

"Um...um..." The little girl tilted her head when she heard this.

Bian Rui took a look and said! Just like what he thought, this little girl might have forgotten about this matter when she was on vacation.

"Since you haven't done it, then don't do it. Then other students can say it, it's so embarrassing that you can't say it." Bian Rui reminded the little girl.

Who knew that the little girl waved her hand: "No problem, I've asked my grandfather to prepare a long time ago."

Bian Rui curled his lips after hearing this: "When you take the college entrance exam, do you also ask your grandpa to prepare?"

"Oh, Dad, you're so nagging. I think you're a bit like my mom and it's not cool at all." The little girl said with a disgust.

Bian Rui sighed helplessly, and let the little girl continue to torture the kitten. He returned to the house and quickly pulled out a board and started to use a flat shovel to zither the piano.

Just as everyone was doing their own things, Yan Lan rode a motorcycle and walked in.

"Oh, what are you two doing?" Yan Lan took off her helmet and asked at the father and daughter.

"Here you come." Bian Rui looked up and greeted Yan Lan.

The little girl raised the kitten again: "Sister Yan Lan, look at Bambi's beautiful?"

"Oh, it's so beautiful!" Yan Lan praised casually, then walked to Bian Rui, first took off his cycling uniform, and then took off his leather boots.

"I said you're crazy about this summer. Isn't you going to ride a motorcycle so thick? You can't wear ordinary clothes like everyone else. Slippers, hot pants and small vests are not good?" Bian Rui looked down and found that the sweat on Yan Lan's feet was starting to steam. He couldn't help but frown and said.

Yan Lan said, "Oh, I despise me at this time. I let you smell my feet, it doesn't smell at all..."

Bian Rui jumped away, almost two meters away from Yan Lan: "Don't come over, your feet are almost ready to grow bean sprouts, don't lean on my face and see if you want to poison me to death!"

So the two started to fight and make a fuss.

The little girl held the kitten, Banbi, for about five or six minutes, actually sighed, and then said to Banbi: "My father is so old and he still has good dog food, alas!"

Bian Rui and Yan Lan were stunned when they heard this, and it took a while to burst into laughter.

Seeing that the two of them were smiling, the little girl couldn't understand what they were laughing at for a moment, so she looked at them with a cute look, and after a while, she said, "Ignore you!"

As he said that, he hugged Banbi and returned to the west wing room, then closed the door with a bang.

"Xiao Jingjing is really a tiny person! Sometimes he speaks like a little adult," Yan Lan said with a smile.

Bian Rui said: "It's only a small man left. I haven't done any homework since I've been having a holiday. I've practiced the piano so carelessly. I don't know how to tell her mother, I'm so worried."

Yan Lan smiled and said, "Just say whatever you want. I think Xiaojing is pretty good. You don't expect your daughter to grow up happily. Isn't it good for the child to grow up happily? To be honest, I envy Xiaojing. With a father like you, when I was young, I remember that it was just moving and moving, and I still don't even have a good friend..."

"You don't know how high her mother's requirements for her. Forget it, let's not talk about it. What about you, have you packed up your things?" Bian Rui asked.

Yan Lan said: "What do I have to clean up? Besides, I won't come back once I go. Why do I bring so many clothes? I will be back in ten days and half a month."

Bian Rui said: "Don't queue up anything else after this. What are you doing when you are busy all day long?"

"Well, after I've arranged this, I won't arrange it anymore. I'll teach my children here, and accompany you to make pianos and raise eels in my spare time."

"It's great, it's great, the husband and wife follow us, let's be a couple of gods," Bian Rui laughed.

Yan Lan said: "You are still a fairy couple like you, and you don't even have the breath of fairy spirit and a traitor!"

"It makes people see at a glance that no one is a liar now, but he is a real master like me!" Bian Rui said.

Yan Lan said, "You are the only one? I haven't seen you get a golden crown and wear it. I heard that there was no one. The archaeological team in the province there discovered three more tombs of clothing and crowns. There was a golden crown in each of them. I saw that the photos they took were very beautiful. I heard that even the museums in the capital had sent people to give up one or two of them..."

Bian Rui pretended not to care and said oh.

"Are you unhappy?" Yan Lan felt that Bian Rui seemed a little unhappy when he heard the news, so she opened her mouth and asked.

Bian Rui replied, "There is nothing to be happy or not. If the golden crown gave me I was so happy, I wouldn't have opened any heart for me?"

Yan Lan smiled and said, "You are so obsessed with money. Can the unearthed cultural relics still belong to you?"

Bian Rui thought to himself: If I had known it earlier, that thing might have really belonged to me!

On the night when the first golden crown was unearthed, Bian Rui went home and looked through the things left by the ancestor. Bian Rui really found something out. The ancestor recorded that every 100 years, the ancestor would have to "death" the last time. To put it bluntly, the ancestor had to find a pit for himself to bury him.

Of course, people cannot be buried in real life without death, so the ones buried are buried. The ancestors had a total of eight tombs of clothing and clothing. In other words, there should be three or four golden crowns in the field. In addition to the ancestors, there was also a fellow Taoist of the ancestor who was killed. This was a dead man when he was fighting against the Qing Dynasty. Bian Rui didn't know where to buried, but as for the records of the ancestors, this man died in a battle when the city of Yangzhou was broken.

If I had known it, Bian Rui would not want these archaeological team members to disturb the hero's rest. Unfortunately, the ancestor only recorded that he buried this person, but did not record where he buried him. Even if Bian Rui stopped him, he could not stop him. The few golden crowns that were released were considered to be the eyes of a group of people. These golden crowns were more beautiful and exquisite than the emperor's golden crowns unearthed from the imperial tomb.

Yan Lan looked at Bian Rui and suddenly said, "Why do I feel like you know where these things come from?"

Bian Rui was shocked: "How could I know? I am not an archaeological person."

Yan Lan pointed at Bian Rui and said, "You must know something? I can't read it wrong. As a woman, I feel that I haven't missed it yet. You must know what these golden crowns are right?"

Bian Rui really wants to curse someone who doesn’t have the sixth sense, so it’s so easy for him to guess?

"It's not that I know, but that my master knows that he told me that these golden crowns were left by his masters, and that was their tomb..." Bian Rui said.

Yan Lan listened for a while and said, "Since that's the case, why don't you dig it out first with your greed for money?"

Bian Rui was almost irritated by this person, and reached out to bounce her forehead: "Did you hear that anyone has nothing to do to dig the tombs of their ancestors and dig their own ancestral graves? Besides, even if I want to dig, I don't know where to go."

"Your master won't tell you? What if you want to visit the grave?"

"Which Taoist priest has you heard of asking his disciples to visit the grave? All the masters of Taoism have become immortals. Who is happy to build a grave there? It's obvious that he has not been able to attain Taoism." Bian Rui was a little amused and crying.

Yan Lan heard this and said, "That's right! But those golden crowns are so beautiful. I heard that in terms of craftsmanship, the jewels on the crown have not been polished, but as long as the jewels are inlaid with gems, they are polished. Now the smallest one has forty or fifty carats..."
Chapter completed!