When he returned to the shop, Bian Rui felt that there was nothing to do, so he had to take out the piano board and start to tick it. He didn't dare to enter the space, for fear of missing the time for the child to finish school, so he put the material on the table and slowly knocked on the arc chisel to dig the grooves.

When doing this work, you must be careful and try the sound of the lower panel from time to time. If it is too thick, the sound will not work, and if it is too thin, the sound will not be moist. In short, every zither must be carefully made to make the zither well. The zither materials must complement each other to produce a good zither.

If you are involved in making a zither, you can forget anything. The edge of your mind is now enjoying this mood very much. There is only a zither in your eyes, and nothing else.

Dingling!

When the alarm clock on the upper floor rang, Bian Rui put the piano board back into space, raised his head and rubbed his eyes, then looked up at the clock on the wall, and knew that it was time to pick up his daughter.

They pushed the motorcycle into the refrigerated truck, drove the car to pick up their daughter, and the father and daughter went to their hometown.

When I arrived in the village, I didn’t need to mention the excitement. Anyway, Bian Rui didn’t have the chance to get close to his daughter at this time. The little girl went into the arms of that person, and her heart was screaming and she couldn’t rest within half an hour.

Bian Rui clearly felt that his daughter was heavy, but a group of old people said that the child had lost weight. This made Bian Rui think of an online joke: Grandma thinks you are hungry.

As for what to eat, let alone the selected lamb chops. As the great-grandfather, the old man searched all the lambs of the whole flock. How could the lamb chops he picked out were worse?

The child's great-grandmother and grandmother have put all their thoughts into it. They probably have never been so attentive when they worship their ancestors and cook.

As soon as the rice was halfway through, the villagers came to deliver things. They were not valuable. The Bian Rui family did not grow them, and there were no vegetable gardens. Some of them gave them some. Although they were not valuable things, they were nothing but small white melons, small yams and beans, but they represented everyone's wishes.

As for the little girl, I was even happier, because it was summer vacation now, and my cousin and cousin were on vacation, so I was not very excited to play wildly. As for the mother's homework, I had long forgotten the little girl.

At this time, Bian Rui couldn't get to the little girl with Ben, so after dinner, he honestly slipped back to his house and fiddled with his own work.

In the words of the villagers, when the children are in summer, the dogs in the village will lose weight! A large group of children are rushing all day long, chasing chickens and chasing dogs and playing crazy.

Today, Bian Rui was practicing calligraphy in the yard, and suddenly there was a sound of running at the door. When Bian Rui looked up, he found that his daughter and a group of children were rushing into the yard.

"dad!"

"Uncle Nineteen, Master Nineteen!"

A bunch of small eggs started to scream in a mess.

Fortunately, Bian Rui has good eyes, and he noticed his little girl who looks like a mud monkey at first sight. The little girl is now wearing little rain boots, with lotus leaves on her head, and mud on her shorts and vest on her body. At a glance, she knows where she has gone to play with water.

Just as he was about to say a few words, Bian Rui found that the phone next to him was ringing.

"Your mother called, do you want it..."

"No, no!" The little girl waved her hands while jumping out the door, and the little figure flashed and disappeared.

Bian Rui answered the phone.

"The child is not by my side. You want to talk to her tonight, it's in my parents' yard," Bian Rui said.

Wang Jie called to videotape with his daughter, but at this time the little girl didn't want to see her mother. Every time Wang Jie called, she was either homework or exercises. The little girl was so annoyed that she immediately ran away when she heard her mother called.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you let her watch her do her homework!"

"What about a child who goes to kindergarten?" Bian Rui said disdainfully.

"Why don't it be that when others stand on the stage when their children arrive at school, they either sing or dance. Your daughter will be silly as soon as she goes on stage. I don't think it's embarrassing, but I don't think it's embarrassing..."

Bian Rui threw his phone aside, picked up his pen and practiced writing on his own. After Wang Jie finished speaking, Bian Rui picked up the phone again.

"You didn't play the guqin before, so you just took this time to teach your children, and you also taught calligraphy. I'll check it in a month!"

"Okay, I understand!" Bian Rui sighed.

After talking for almost ten minutes, Bian Rui wanted to hit the wall with his head, so Wang Jie hung up the phone.

Bian Rui turned off the phone directly, threw the phone aside, and cursed: "This fucking phone is really not a good thing, it doesn't make people relax at all!"

But after thinking about it, Bian Rui felt that what Wang Jie said was also reasonable. Bian Rui would not do anything like this. However, the child’s tuning two pianos is also good for raising the child’s temperament.

Also, the society is so chaotic now, what kind of small draft is that the ex-boyfriend pulls the girl into the room and the girl jumps off the building. These things come one after another. Bian Rui thinks that his kung fu has to teach his daughter. Not to mention a few, it is also good to learn some self-defense.

Bian Rui knocked on the table with one hand and was thinking about things. At this moment, a little head with a lotus leaf stretched out again.

"Dad, Dad!"

"Hmm! What?"

When Bian Rui saw that his daughter's little flowery face was almost approaching her, he came to his senses.

"My mom finished the phone call?"

"Well, your mom called you to do your homework."

The little girl sat on the floor, supported her legs with her hands behind her back, looking at Bian Rui lazyly: "It's so annoying!"

"Okay, your mother is also for your own good. It's not that your mother won't force you to learn this and that. By the way, from tomorrow on, you come back to stay in the evening. During the morning, dad will take you to tell me if the weapons left by grandpa are good? After breakfast, I will play the piano with my father for an hour!..." Bian Rui said.

When I heard about playing with weapons, the little girl's pupils were dilated happily: "Really!?"

But as soon as I heard the piano playing, the little girl's face collapsed instantly: "I knew that there would be no good thing for my mother to call!"

"You have been playing with your arms for four or five days. Shouldn't you take some time to study every day?" Bian Rui said.

When the little girl saw that she could not hide, she said, "Can it start the day after tomorrow?"

"You'll have something to do tomorrow?" Bian Rui glanced at his daughter.

The little girl said, "The third brother said that the market is in the market today. Dad, take me to the market!"

"There will be a festival tomorrow?" Bian Rui didn't pay attention.

"Yes, they all went there in the town. If I don't go, how fun wouldn't it be?" said the little girl.

When Bian Rui thought about it, he would take his daughter to go tomorrow. It would be nothing if he played more and studied less.

So the father and the other two agreed to go to the market tomorrow morning.

At night, during dinner, Bian Rui talked about this.

"I'll go sell vegetables tomorrow, so why don't you go with me obediently," said Bian Rui's mother.

"Okay, okay!" The little girl immediately clapped her hands happily when she heard this.

"Mom, how can you take care of her when you go to sell vegetables?" Bian Rui was afraid that his mother would not be happy. Although the little girl was only five years old, everyone who had been energetic for the child knew that if she didn't show any energy, the old man would not be able to deal with it.

"Then I'll go tomorrow, too," Bian Rui's father said with a smile.

Grandpa Bian Rui also stroked his beard and smiled: "I'm fine tomorrow!"

Grandma also said, "I want to go to the market tomorrow, too!"

“…”

Bian Rui was speechless and thought to himself: You four old men are not the same! You are so old, are you still going to the market to play? Have you not been tired of rushing for decades?

"You don't have to go tomorrow. Then we will drive the hand tractor," Bian Rui's father said.

When the little girl heard about sitting on a tractor, her little hands were almost red.

Bian Rui looked at the five old and small people on the table and felt that none of them were normal.

Of course, this is thinking in my heart. If I say it out, it will be a pity.

"Waiting to come back, I want to teach my daughter some boxing every day, and then learn the piano for an hour..." Bian Rui took advantage of the situation and put forward his own ideas.

Bian Rui's grandfather nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "You need to learn some kung fu. There are many bad people outside now, but you don't need to teach boxing. You are also a three-legged cat. I'd better do it. You can teach piano and big characters, but don't let the children be tired. Just practice piano in the morning and write calligraphy in the evening. How old is it now."

Bian Rui had no choice but to respond. It would be unwise to argue with his grandfather. Bian Rui was not so stupid as to ignore his butt.

I decided to do it. After dinner, Bian Rui went home alone. It was impossible to take the child back from the old man. If I lived with Bian Rui, I guess four elderly people would come to see each other every hour in one night to see if the child was stomping on the quilt and whether he had slept on the ground.

Early the next morning, Bian Rui went to his parents' house for breakfast. After dinner, he watched his father shake the tractor's handle like a strong guy, and then happily turned on the tractor.

In the back bucket of the tractor, there were three old men sitting cross-legged. Among the three old men was a little girl. In the back bucket, Dahei and Dahuang were slid into the back bucket door, stretching out their tongues and gasping.

That's how the team set off.

When the team arrived at the entrance of the village, the team grew stronger again. Four or five tractors pulled a dozen or so big and small, and rushed towards the town like a wolf.

When he returned to his residence, Bian Rui focused on playing with his own things and went home in the evening.

When I got home, I found that the person had not come back yet, so I called and said that the person had already arrived at the entrance of the village. Bian Rui went to the entrance of the village to pick him up.

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, Bian Rui was stunned because there were four adults when he went there and there were only three in the tractor bucket when he came back, and his grandfather didn't know where he went.

"Dad, where is grandpa?" Bian Rui asked.

Bian Rui's mother said, "Your grandpa is driving the cows behind you."

"Catch the cattle?" Bian Rui was even more confused.

Bian Rui's grandmother caressed the little girl's head and said with a compliment: "Our little benevolent family is very kind. When she sees someone selling the cow to a slaughter, she can't bear to see the cattle crying, so she thinks to buy it..."

Bian Rui was stunned when he heard this and thought to himself: What's the point? People raise cattle and kill them. Now who can buy cattle and plow the land? Using machines saves time and effort to eat some ribs, isn't it delicious?

Needless to ask, Bian Rui knew, there must be someone selling cows in the town. Even if some clever cows were sold, they would not go to the slaughterhouse car. They shed tears and kneeled down. This happened not once or twice.

It seems that some cows can feel the aura of death on the slaughterhouse car, so they refuse to get on the car.

The little girl probably felt pitiful when she saw this scene! Ordinary rural children would say this, and they would be pulled away by their parents, but the fourth child would not be so cruel. I guess the little girl would cry and the fourth child would not be able to bear it anymore! So there was a useless cow at home.
Chapter completed!