Early in the morning of the third day of the Chinese New Year, after Yan Lan finished her meal, she and the little girl each put a small stool under her armpit and walked outside.

Bian Rui asked when he saw this, "Hey, what are you two doing?"

"Go to watch the club show, aren't you going?" Yan Lan turned her head and asked.

Bian Rui: "...".

After a few seconds of stunnedness, Bian Rui said to the two of them: "You said you two are going to join in the fun. This is the wind that has to be blown outside. You said that if you really like watching the show, you are going to join in the fun, are you going to be a monster?"

"We all like to watch show!" Yan Lan said with a smile, and after that, she held the little girl's hand and walked outside.

When the little girl, the flatterer, saw her stepmother saying this, she had a small belly and then started to cheer: "We just like watching opera!"

Bian Rui sighed and turned back to the room.

After playing alone for almost half an hour, Bian Rui felt bored at home. He sat at the door while basking in the sun, and asked Dahui.

"I said Dahui, do you think this drama is good? I think it is definitely not good, but where are so many people going to watch it?" Bian Rui was a little nagging.

Dahui was so lucky that he couldn't speak. If he could speak, he would have been talking to his own master.

Wow! Wow!

Da Hui shouted at Bian Rui twice.

"You agree with me, do you?"

Dahui had no choice but to lie honestly at the owner's feet, pretending to be asleep, his eyes kept glancing at the owner, and a hint of helplessness appeared in the eyes of the pair of dogs.

Just as Bian Rui was worried about whether to go to the show, suddenly Zhou Zheng's voice came from the door.

"Bian Rui, is Bian Rui here?"

Hearing Zhou Zheng's voice, Bian Rui jumped up from the chair with a trembling heart, hurriedly ran towards the door, and when he arrived at the screen wall, he stopped and looked calm and walked out of the door.

"Hey, why are you here?" Bian Rui pushed open the door and saw Zhou Zheng standing outside alone. He was driving not a car, but an off-road four-wheel motorcycle, and the kind with a small shed. It was a bit like a tiller. It looked simple but suitable for walking some difficult roads.

"Why can't I come here? Besides, Mingzhu, you don't know. The city began to become active after the first day of the lunar calendar. It's good for me. Today I was left with my old man for a meal. If I were to be the same as before, I would have the activity after the first day of the lunar calendar," Zhou Zheng said with a smile.

Bian Rui smiled and teased him and said, "It turns out that he has become a core member of the family, it's a joyful congratulation."

"I don't care if this member is not a member, but you know that if you have no value in a big family, many people will come to step on you a few feet," Zhou Zheng said while squeezing into the house.

Bian Rui had to take him into the house. The two brothers sat under the corridor together, wrapped in thick clothes, basking in the sun while drinking hot tea.

"Is this the Mingqian tea I gave you last time?" Zhou Zheng asked Bian Rui after siping it.

Seeing Bian Rui nodding, Zhou Zheng took a deep sip of tea: "It's strange, I can't make you taste the same tea!"

"We have a good water here," Bian Rui replied lightly.

Zhou Zheng said: "No, you must have the best skills to make tea!"

Zhou Zheng has always been suspicious, but he can't find any doubts every time.

Bian Rui glanced at him without answering. Such conversations would happen at least seven or eight times a year. Every time they talked like this, Bian Rui was a little annoyed.

"This New Year has brought something new. I won't let you make tea again like a monkey," said Bian Rui.

Zhou Zheng asked this, but he didn't care about this. Of course, Bian Rui wanted to say so much that he didn't mind listening to what he didn't want to say. He just pretended that nothing was wrong. Zhou Zheng understood that not to mention that friends were getting along with each other, even if a couple got along with each other, he would have to have a private small space. Xu's little secret is a bit unspecified. Of course, such a small secret cannot be a cuckold.

"Of course there is one. I will tell you that I will buy the cow you want for you. It will start shipping on New Year's Eve. I guess you will be able to arrive at the ranch in another month. Do you think I'm doing things quickly?" Zhou Zheng said.

"This matter is done beautifully!" Bian Rui gave Zhou Zheng a thumbs up.

Bian Rui was praising people, but the cell phone next to him rang. He picked it up and found that it was Yosuke Terashima who called. Bian Rui was a little surprised to see his phone.

Seeing the expression on Bian Rui's face, Zhou Zheng stretched his head and glanced at Yosuke Terashima's name, and knew that this was the Japanese guqin master who was having sex with Bian Rui.

What Zhou Zheng didn't know was that Yosuke Terajima can be said to be a famous figure in the Japanese guqin world. He is no longer the same as before. He has such a great reputation because of the collection of guqin music recorded with Bian Ruiwen Shizhang last time.

The Japanese are also quite interesting. While looking down on China, they always leave Asia and enter Europe, but they also attach great importance to Chinese culture. Not to mention other things, they look at traditional Chinese medicine. A large number of people in China are anti-Traditional Chinese medicine. What about the Japanese? They have quietly registered patents for many traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions, and now they have made Chinese patent medicines. The one that sells the most in the world is Japan.

I always feel that Japanese people are going to be completely European in their mouths, but they always look at China and extract nutrition from China. This nutrition is not only money, but also spiritual, and traditional things like some traditional things that are regarded as dregs by the Chinese.

Just as Zhou Zheng was thinking about it, Bian Rui had already answered the phone.

As a Japanese Yosuke Terajima, he came up with a polite greeting. This politeness was as smelly and long as an old woman's foot binding, which made Bian Rui helpless.

But Bian Rui heard that this Japanese kid called to ask about the piano and blamed others for it. It has been almost a year since he left it alone.

"It just so happens that Mr. Terajima, your piano is almost ready. If you have time, come here to pick up the piano in two weeks." Bian Rui couldn't stand him, so he mentioned the piano directly.

Yosuke Terashima said: "It will take two more weeks?"

"This is also impossible. Lanxian will take as soon as one and a half weeks. I have been working on the tune and playing for two weeks," said Bian Rui.

In fact, the piano has been ready for a long time. It has been placed in Bian Rui's space. After a while, all I lacked is the last lacquer. Why did Bian Rui sink in the space for a while? Because the sound of the old material is better.

Now Bian Rui is no longer able to hide it. Let’s put it this way, if the previous piano was worth one hundred, then the piano made by Bian Rui would be worth two hundred.

Regardless of the sound quality and details, the made guqin made by Bian Rui is no less than the famous guqins that have been passed down from generation to generation. The only difference is that it has no historical value.

The main reason here is that Bian Rui does not care about the cost. In fact, the materials are too easy to come by. Now most of the new materials on the market, a slightly better coffin piano can be sold for hundreds of thousands of yuan. The materials on Bian Rui seem to be extremely precious.

When Yosuke Terashima heard Bian Rui's explanation, he immediately explained in fear and terror. This made Bian Rui feel comforted again.

After Bian Rui put down the phone, Zhou Zheng immediately smacked his lips: "Tsk tsk! It seems that this Japanese named Monk Island respects you quite well."

Bian Rui said: "This person is very serious in his work, and I also appreciate his style of doing things."

After hearing this, Zhou Zheng said, "Don't be confused by these Japanese people. Have you ever heard of this saying that if you are not my race, you will be different? If you give him your skills, he will do better than you in the future. You don't know about the rice paper thing!"

"Don't mention the matter of rice paper. It's better to blame the Japanese for this matter than to blame the managers at that time. They betrayed the domestic rice paper industry, and they are more hateful than the Japanese," Bian Rui said disdainfully.

When the Japanese came, a group of domestic rice paper mills took them to visit and take photos, and the entire production process was demonstrated to them. It was better to blame the Japanese for these decision makers who opened the factory than blamed them.

"Besides, even if he learns my skills, he can't learn them!" Bian Rui said indifferently.

"It is a good thing to be confident, but being arrogant is not a good thing." Zhou Zheng reminded Bian Rui.

As a friend, Zhou Zheng can naturally say this. If someone else comes over, even Wen Shizhang would not say that.

"By the way, when I came, I saw that the drying yard in your village seemed very lively. What are you doing? Such a large group of people gathered there," Zhou Zheng asked curiously.

"Where are watching operas, we call them social operas here. How come you are interested?" Bian Rui asked.

Zhou Zheng waved his hand: "I won't go. I can't spit out a word for a long time. It can make people suffer from heart disease." Zhou Zheng smiled and took another sip of tea.

"By the way, why didn't I see my fucking daughter?" Zhou Zheng looked around.

Bian Rui said: "As long as she opens her eyes, can you catch her?"

Zhou Zheng looked envious: "If I have a daughter in the future, I will go to school here. Not to mention other schools, it doesn't seem like some schools don't teach anything, nor do they teach anything in other schools, and they don't teach everything in a mess. You are a clean stream."

"Then you have to be prepared. If we don't teach the smart children here, it's really not easy to survive in society," said Bian Rui.

Zhou Zheng replied disdainfully: "I'm still afraid of this? Even if I can't do it, as long as the child is not invincible in this life, it's not a problem to live easily for a lifetime. As for the grandsons who can see later, it's still a problem. What do you want to do so much?"

At this time, Bian Rui's cell phone rang again. Hu Shuo was calling. The boy and his wife were anxious to tell Bian Rui that they would come to Bian Rui the day after tomorrow.

"There is nothing good to have during the Spring Festival in this city!"

Bian Rui put down the phone and sighed.
Chapter completed!