Just as he was about to say something, his cell phone rang. Bian Rui took it out and saw that it was called by the project manager of the design company introduced by Zhou Zheng.

"I won't talk to you now, just call me." Bian Rui walked aside with the phone.

It took almost five minutes to answer the call, and then Bian Rui returned to the original bench.

Fu Qingxu was a little curious and asked, "What's going on?"

Bian Rui said: "Who says foreigners must be serious in their work? Now this is not a mold!"

After saying that, he explained to Fu Qingxu and the others: "I invited a design company to come and see the design of the ranch there for less than two days, and then said that I would send the plan to me. When will foreigners be so efficient?"

"If you say it if you are efficient, you have to say it, and if you are dragged on, you are a little difficult to deal with!" an old man next to him said with a smile.

"Is he difficult to deal with? He feels that money spent on people to count the things they used to count. It is true that his heart is a little unhappy. By the way, Bian Rui's ranch is not as complicated as you think. I'll ask for this or that. If I met me earlier, I'll do it for you a few tricks than they did. Now foreigners are just like that." The old man wearing vegetables shouted at Bian Rui.

Fu Qingxu smiled and said, "You can do nothing but a single mouth. Do you know that you are the one who is just a mess. We have tolerated it even if we are in our music circle. Do you still want to destroy the design circle?"

Hahaha!

The old men around were having fun.

Bian Rui didn't listen to the old man's talk. He focused on his phone and found that the documents had been sent. Bian Rui didn't look at it himself. He directly sent the thing to the other side where he was playing with the ancient buildings, and then sent it to the woodworks workshop. Then he flipped it out by himself.

After this, I realized that I had underestimated this design company. It was not that they praised them for their good work, but that they didn't even read some pictures of the pictures. Fortunately, everything needed by the ranch was clear at a glance, so Bian Rui temporarily endured the anger.

"Hey, Bian Rui, what are you going to raise on the ranch?"

"I've told you that raising cattle and cattle, this kid likes to eat beef, so why don't he raise cattle?" said another old man.

"You also need to raise something else, such as deer, or something. Now there is no venison on the ground now. If you want to replenish your body, you will have no more deer blood..."

"You'd better forget it. Just your body will be replenished. I'm going to tell me that you have taken away your little thoughts and enjoy your retirement life with peace of mind. If something happens immediately, it's not easy to explain. Besides, you're the same in your supplements. When you are young, it's only one minute. If you take a breath, it's equivalent to replenishing blood!"

One of the old men took advantage of this and even started to speak a yellow accent.

These old men spoke more and more unscrupulously. The old saying goes that it is not far from seventy. Anyway, they can say anything at their age. Even if they are a little younger and sixty, no one cares about them.

I just chatted and talked about it. A group of people worked until the sun set, and then everyone took a big iron basin outside.

The Bianrui family lacks anything but wood. There are about ten cubic cubic meters of firewood next to the side wall next to the Bianrui family. Each of them is topped with good firewood. None of them is less than ten years old. The fire is strong and there is no smoke when it is still burning.

After the fire was lit, the temperature rose a little within 12 meters around. Everyone sat out with tables and chairs. The beer brought by the old men and some brought the specialties from their hometowns, and all the various items were put out. So it was soon like a bonfire party in front of the Bianrui family courtyard.

Three barbecue racks were put out. Now there was no need for Bian Rui to reach out to bake things, so naturally someone came forward to take over the barbecue work. Today, the three people who worked were still very high. Each person grabbed one handful of roasting. There were almost fifty tags in their hands and roasted them on their own.

Bian Rui was not waiting for food. He went into the house and took out the pancakes that had just been baked in the morning, placed them next to the edge of the iron basin, and baked them with the heat of the bonfire.

"Oh, I made pancakes today. How do you prepare a barbecue version of the roujiamo?" An old man walked over and stretched his head to look at the small round pancake that Bian Rui was posing and said with a smile.

Bian Rui said: "Isn't it greasy to eat barbecue all the time? How good is it to eat when you change others?"

"That's you. It's better for us to have barbecue every day, which proves that we're comfortable in this little life."

The old man spoke a very obvious Northeast accent. Bian Rui thought the old man was quite interesting because he thought he was speaking standard Mandarin, but when everyone heard it, they knew that he was coming from Northeast. The old man was very generous and was the one Bian Rui liked the most among the old men.

"Is this the method of making steamed buns in Xi'an?"

Bian Rui saw another old man stretching his head and asked, so he said, "How can I know about this? The bun is layered, separated layer by layer. When it is baked, cut it from the middle, then grab the skewers into the bun, then grab the bun and grab the meat and pull the stick out. It tastes enjoyable."

"It's satisfying, but we really eat less barbecue in the future, and our reputation is not very good. Now everyone says that we are a group of old foodies, and if we continue like this, the reputation will be almost the same as that of Lao Gao and the others..."

The old man glanced out of the corner of his eyes and found that Gaoming Tower had come over and immediately started to make a fuss.

When Gao Minglou heard this, he immediately said, "Why are you still using me as a raft? I have stopped talking about it and I have accepted it!"

"Are you accepting it? I said, Lao Gao, if you just hold hands and search the old forest, I won't believe it anymore, and I won't catch the black leopard. Oh, by the way, who has really seen it with your own eyes? I really want to see this thing now, how can it be so powerful? Some people say it is the mountain priest Meng's mount..."

"Then some people are you?"

"Go to you! I am a firm proletarian fighter."

A bunch of old men started to make trouble again.

Bian Rui just pretended that he didn't hear it and began to put on the buns intently, as if this was a very important task. He put the entire fire bar around and then straightened his waist and looked around.

After sniffing it, I could smell the aroma of barbecue in the air. Today, these chefs bake the roasting method is different from Bian Rui. These people said that they have a pure Northwest flavor and learned it from a lovely Uyghur uncle before.

Just listen to this. If you believe that you can be fooled by these old men, you probably didn't take it seriously when they said it. If you listened to it, you would be laughed at by holding it as a command arrow. These old men are a little bit of a joke.

Bian Rui turned his face and found that Zhang Jingjing, the little girl, came at some point. She was busy now. She was either handing the plate for the old man or pouring wine for him. Her little body seemed to have ten arms.

Bian Rui looked at the diligent Zhang Jingjing and thought of her precious daughter, and immediately sighed in his heart.

Sighing, as his father, Bian Rui had a special function when he saw his daughter, which directly forgot the little girl's bad habits. His eyes were full of the advantages of his daughter, and he felt that even if his daughter was angry, he looked so beautiful.

I caught up with it today, and an old man and Bian Rui had the same idea at this moment.

"Hey, Jingjing is so sensible. Our little granddaughter is as big as hers. She will not even reach out to help her if she sees it!"

"Why don't you send your granddaughter to the countryside to stay for a year?"

"There are so many poor and unscathing countrysides now? What are the conditions for living in the countryside? People live in more spacious than us. Don't look at the fact that we live in Mingzhu Capital, ordinary people are just a small cage. Which of the countryside is not a small villa? Let's not talk about the villages in Bianjia Village. These are old buildings, but you can see that outside the mountain, there are all unified small villas, so don't feel too comfortable to live in. The biggest advantage is that you can jump at will, without fear of affecting the upstairs and downstairs."

"Old Liu's words are reasonable!"

After a few words, the building was off again. As Zhang Jingjing was talking about his hard work, he ran to the house after a few words.

Although these old men are all the best in the industry, some industries make some money, and some industries don’t make much money. Even if they make more money, they are rarely in first-tier cities like the capital Mingzhu, and they live in villas. What is the price for villas there? Now it is really successful to be able to build three houses and one living room in first-tier cities. Villas? This thing has nothing to do with 99.9% of people.

Turning around, he said that Zhang Jingjing is a little shy and not very popular, but he is extremely diligent. He always likes the living children in his eyes. What's more, he is such a older girl. When compared with his own children like the old man above, he immediately made these old men feel pity.

Zhang Jingjing is not only diligent in work, but also good at learning and asking questions. She taught the old men when they are fine, especially two bad-tempered people. Sometimes she teaches Zhang Jingjing while eating, and she can teach her all for more than half an hour.

Some people may think that half an hour is nothing, but you need to know that if you are doing it on Bian Rui, you must at least be called a master of performance. Even if you have moisture, it is not comparable to ordinary training schools. The level of two strokes is 100,000 miles apart.

If you don’t talk about anything else, you give 5,000 hours, and these old men will not bring them to teach your children a lesson. If you have money, it will take a look at whether these old men are happy.

Therefore, the opportunity like Zhang Jingjing now is extremely rare for most people who study music.

"This doll is good!"

"How about you teach her if you have something to do in the future?" Bian Rui smiled.

"I may not have time to come. Even if the music village there is repaired, I won't live there often. But if I have time, I will definitely teach you. This child has the talent to suffer. God will give you food!"

No matter which industry you are in, you can't stand the hardships and never reach the top. If you want to become the top figure in the industry to lead the times, you still need talent. Zhang Jingjing is lucky to have both. Looking at the busy little girl Bian Rui, I think there is a saying that makes sense. God pulled her mother away from her, but gave her such a chance.

"The mutton skewers are ready, who wants the mutton skewers?"

Bian Rui came back to his senses: "Where is the onion?"

"All are all done!"

"I'll do it!" Bian Rui picked up a bun and stood up.
Chapter completed!