The weather passed one day, especially in the mountains, which was at least three or four degrees lower than the mountain pass. At this time, both Bian Rui and the villagers put on their sweaters, and some even wore thin cotton coats. Anyway, everyone looked like they were starting to welcome the winter.

Now there is no farm work in the countryside. In addition to the old ladies and young wives who make strings, most of the old and young men have started a idle life.

It seems that most people in the village are free to play mahjong, but few people play mahjong in the village. Most old and young men can find their own jobs, dig winter bamboo shoots, scatter lotus roots, etc. As long as they see there is life everywhere.

Bian Rui was naturally fiddling with his own wood, and Bian Rui didn't fiddle with the wood on the ranch, but Hu Shuo's wedding guy had to be made by Bian Rui himself.

Anyway, Bian Rui was also happy. The only thing that made Bian Rui a little unhappy was Feng Zi. After returning from recording, Bian Rui thought of a few more tricks, but it didn't work for them. Fortunately, the weather is getting colder and colder now, and fewer and fewer things are coming out to move. Bian Rui can tolerate it for the time being.

It is difficult for people who have not lived in Jiangnan to understand the coldness of Jiangnan. For example, although the north is always minus the degree of temperature, Jiangnan will feel much colder than the north, because the coldness of Jiangnan is wet and cold, and the kind that is burly. Not to mention the unfit northerners, even many Jiangnan people can't stand it. There is no way to collective heating for collective heating, so they can only solve it themselves. For example, Bian Rui installed floor heating at home.

The floor was warm and she was wearing only a single dress. She suddenly felt that spring was coming back. Bian Rui was sitting in the room, admiring his new paintings, and praised himself from time to time. I have to say that Bian Rui's paintings have improved a little. Now he can almost achieve both spirit and form, but he is still the same. He is invincible when he is in the world. He can do nothing when he is drawn. He may not even be able to draw a chicken with rice pictures.

Mr. Yan walked into the yard at this time and saw that his son-in-law had turned on the heating at this time. He immediately smiled and said, "When did you turn on the heating?"

"Anyway, it's already five or six degrees at night. When will it be opened if it doesn't open now?" Bian Rui spread the painting in his hand on the table and signaled his father-in-law to come and appreciate it.

When Mr. Yan saw it, he became interested and came to the table and forgot what he was about to come. The father-in-law and son-in-law began to communicate.

After the old man's cell phone rang, the old man turned around and then picked up the phone and then timidly looked at it. After closing the phone, the waist immediately stood up.

"Your mother-in-law asked you to see if the vegetables at home were pickled and bad, but they all had mold spots," said Mr. Yan.

Bian Rui didn't have to guess what his father-in-law looked like and knew that the phone call must have been called by his mother-in-law. However, he knew that he was still a little curious, so he asked, "Why are you free to stay at home today if you don't go rubbing the strings?"

He became a member of the working people's ranks. Bian Rui's mother-in-law and Mr. Wu's wife seemed to have both jobs all of a sudden. He was very excited and had never heard of them being late and leaving early. Why did he think of the pickled vegetables she pickled at home today?

"Who knows, I didn't ask, go quickly, I got angry when I called me just now!" said Mr. Yan.

Bian Rui asked, "Don't you go back with me?"

"I'll read it again and you can draw it. You go first, I'll come here later." Master Yan ignored his son-in-law and waved his hand to continue to admire the paintings on the table.

After hearing this, Bian Rui walked to the door, put on his coat, hat, and then put on his shoes. After he came to the yard, he rode a motorcycle and went to his father-in-law's house.

When they arrived at Banpo courtyard, Bian Rui found that the door of Mr. Wu’s house was locked, and the old RV that was originally parked at the door was also seen. Bian Rui knew that the old couple must have gone back to Mingzhu.

After passing through the small yard where Jing Lu and Mo Sheng lived, they found that the two of them were not lazy. One was practicing the qigong and the other practiced the recipe copied by Bian Rui. Bian Rui looked at it and nodded with a very master-like style.

When he arrived at the door of his father-in-law's house, Bian Rui put the car directly at the door and entered the yard.

"Xiao Rui, why did you come here? I've been waiting for you for a long time." When the mother-in-law saw Bian Rui coming in, she immediately signaled Bian Rui to follow her.

Bian Rui followed his mother-in-law to the backyard. Before he could enter the small room, he smelled the pungent smell from the room. As soon as he smelled this smell, Bian Rui knew that the jar of sauerkraut was over.

"How is it?" the mother-in-law asked with concern.

Bian Rui reached out and lifted the cabbage-pressing stone above, and found that the vegetable under the stone was moldy, which was simply the type that could not be saved.

"Don't throw it away, this thing can't be eaten anymore, and you can't even feed the pigs," said Bian Rui.

"Can't you save it?" The mother-in-law was a little unwilling to give up and said to Bian Rui with hope.

Seeing Bian Rui shook his head: "Then can I get another jar of marinated rice?"

Bian Ruiqi said: "Now marinate another jar? You might as well stop marinate it and wait for me to deliver it to you in two days. I guess the life is about the same."

After hearing this, the mother-in-law immediately waved her hand: "I think it's better to marinate yourself. By the way, there was a mistake this time. No matter how the marinated ones are, they are moldy, I saw that all the marinated ones are foamed, I came at your steps..."

The old lady said while revealing her thoughts. Bian Rui understood that this is a common problem for novices. In fact, raw water is mixed in the jar. What is raw water? It means that there is no boiled water. After mixing it with raw water, some bacteria in the water start to reproduce and ruin a tank of vegetables. If you are happy, after drying it coldly, a certain bacteria may not survive.

Anyway, this is roughly the case. Bian Rui has not studied it in depth. He only knows that if the raw water is stained in the jar or on the dishes, then the jar of vegetables will be finished. Just like the results of the mother-in-law's sauerkraut jar, it is almost disgusting.

"Maybe the tank was not dried!" Bian Rui said casually.

As soon as he heard this explanation, the mother-in-law immediately turned her face: "I told this old man repeatedly that the tank should be cleaned, and it would be so uneasy to do things..."

Bian Rui looked at the old lady complaining, and smiled secretly in his heart.

After laughing, I realized that both the old lady and the old man have changed a lot now. The old lady said it was a bit exquisite and lived a beautiful woman. The old man didn't say anything, but he just kept his word as soon as he spoke. He knew at a glance that he was an official who retired.

Now, the old couple's original temperament seems to be gone. Like many old men in the village, the old man was a little afraid when he saw his wife. It was a bit wrong to say that he was afraid, and it was almost the same as saying that he was pleased with him.

Bian Rui was silent all of a sudden. If he spoke again at this time, it would be a bit more fussy. Maybe the old lady would say that she had mentioned it herself. The old man would have to do something from her side before he could stop.

"What do you think he can do?" the old lady asked Bian Rui.

Bian Rui smiled awkwardly, without an answer.

At this moment, the old man came back by himself, and as soon as he entered the door, he shouted happily: "Old lady, I'm back!"

"Look at the good things you did!" The old lady immediately looked angry.

The old man didn't know what was wrong, so he looked at Bian Rui. Seeing Bian Rui reaching out and pointing at the sauerkraut jar, he looked serious: "What's wrong? What's wrong with me? Is it not doing well?"

"Your tank is not drying clean, there is raw water in it..." said the old lady.

The old man heard this and said in a very sincere tone: "Then I'll pay attention next time. There's still a lot of time. We can pickle it in another jar. Don't be angry. If you get angry, you won't be beautiful..."

Bian Rui looked up at Liang and ate this bowl of dog food from his father-in-law.

"Where can I get urgent? I have been saying that I will send my pickled vegetables to my second sister and the others for them to try. What should I do now?"

The old man said, "This matter is easy to handle, son-in-law! son-in-law!"

"Hmm?" Bian Rui came to his senses.

"Don't you have any food at home? Then get a little more for your mother to send it out!"

When Bian Rui heard this, he immediately said, "No problem, there is no problem for the family of thirty kilograms. He just doesn't know how the weather is like there. If it is too hot, it will be dangerous."

"How can this work?"

He said it was not possible, but the expression on the old lady's face completely betrayed her heart. It seemed that she would be waiting for everyone here.

The old lady is like this, so Bian Rui, the son-in-law, naturally has to give him a step. If you don’t have the strength at all, how can you please your mother-in-law?

"Mom, they won't come over to ask. Besides, this thing is originally yours, and it's right for you to give it to someone. Isn't my family the ones from yours?"

While showing this string of flattery and throwing it over, the old lady was suddenly happy.

"Then I will do this this year. I will pickle it myself next year. Then you must pay attention to learning Nie's lesson!"

The old lady said, looking at the watch and immediately said in surprise: "Oh, it's so bad now!"

"What's wrong?" Bian Rui asked.

"I'm late. I originally made an appointment with a group of old sisters, but now it's been ten minutes. I can't say anything anymore. I have to leave sooner!"

As he said that, the old lady rushed to the front yard. When he went out, even Bian Rui in the back yard could hear the old lady greeting Xiong Daxiong Er.

When Bian Rui saw that he seemed to have nothing to do, he raised his foot and was about to leave. Before he could leave, he swept his father-in-law into his hand from the corner of his eyes and saw a painting in his hand.

"I said dad, don't you want to blackmail me again, right?"

Bian Rui was speechless. Every time the old man liked him, he would start to take it directly. He had to find an excuse in the past, but now he is becoming less and less particular.

"It's like you're stingy, it won't be possible to borrow it to see?" The old man said, but his hand holding the drawing was straight back.

"Hey, Da Rui, there is not much paper over you?" The old man reminded Bian Rui.

The paper made by Bian Rui is handmade and used in ancient ways. After his age, the ancestor is so important, it is to pay attention to this place. Both ink and paper are important in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and Bian Rui learns it with it. Of course, Bian Rui learns fur. In the words of the ancestor, the second-rate piano, third-rate books, fourth-rate paintings, and non-standard chess.

"I can't do anything about it if there is not much paper. It's very troublesome to make this paper," said Bian Rui.

Paper is difficult to make and the materials are not local. The same rice paper is produced in different places of origin. For example, the ancestor Bian Rui likes rice paper produced in the Huzhou generation in Mingzhong. The ancestor saved more than a dozen knives, and when it was passed to Bian Rui, it only had two or three knives. In the past, he thought there was too much paper, so Bian Rui didn't care, but now only half of the knives are left, so Bian Rui naturally cherished it.

Bian Rui knows how to make paper, but if you ask Bian Rui to make it, he will be no longer interested. He would rather make a zither for a while than make paper. Moreover, this thing is not something you know how to make it. You must have the skill, like Bian Rui, who definitely does not have this skill.

"You just don't seek motivation! When you have time, you can write down the prescription and I'll find someone to do it," said the old man.

"That's fine!"

Bian Rui agreed readily.

As soon as Bian Rui walked to the front yard, he heard his nephew running in: "Uncle Nineteen, Uncle Nineteen, the eldest grandfather asked you to go to his house."

"What's wrong?" Bian Rui was shocked and asked what happened to his grandfather's body.

"I heard that the third grandfather in the capital really couldn't do it this time," said my nephew.

When Bian Rui heard this, he was stunned for a moment before he remembered that it was the third uncle who was kicked out of the house. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but think: Didn't it meant that last year was not good? Why did he hold on for another year?

Bian Rui couldn't talk about feelings with him, so he naturally lost that respect.
Chapter completed!