When they went to Mingzhu to pick up their daughter, Bian Rui and his two brothers returned to the shop. Bian Rui began to teach their daughter to practice piano. As for the persistent beauty standing at the door of the shop, they were directly ignored by Bian Ruike. Perhaps others would be amazed at the girl's persistence, but Bian Rui didn't like it. If you don't like it, you won't change because you are stubborn and slapped. The more you are persistent, the more disgusting Bian Rui will be.

Apart from this, everything else is normal. On Saturday and Sunday, Hu Shuo and his group came to have breakfast. Two days at noon, and on Saturday night, Bian Rui cooked and treated guests. On Sunday night, Bian Rui sent his daughter back to her mother's house and went back to the shop to pack up his things and went home.

In a flash, it was the New Year's Eve. However, Bian Rui's family was busy like other families, but without a little girl, everyone felt that the family seemed incomplete, and there was a lot of interest in the New Year. The youngest Bian Rui was already thirty-four years old. How much fun can the New Year be like?

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Bian Rui went to Mingzhu to take his daughter back to the village, and the family became lively. Although it only took two days, the four old elders were still very happy. After being happy, they were parting, which was another sadness.

According to the old habit, after the 15th Lantern Festival, Bian Rui started to open the door again. Except for the time he arrived at Mingzhu, Bian Rui always wrote and painted, practiced his zither skills, and became interested in making the bed and zither. However, now Bian Rui no longer hurried with the zither day and night like before, but enjoyed the happiness brought to him by the zither, rather than refining his zither skills.

Spring once again descends on the earth, and greenness gradually emerges on both sides of the withered road. First, it is mottled, and then it merges into a ditch, and finally it is full of greenness. Countless fallen leaves are sprouting green buds again, and the vitality of spring breaks into the mountain village silently.

The old ginkgo branch in Bianrui Courtyard was green, and the little gray had grown into a half-large puppy. Although it had not grown to be fully mature, it was almost the same as the big black and big yellow at home.

As for the stupid cow, I couldn't tell anything. Only the horns on the head were longer and the curve of the horns was smoother.

The heating in Bian Ruizheng's house was still on. Bian Rui was wearing a moon-white robe, revealing half of his fluffy calf and pink over-footed naked socks.

It’s not that Bian Rui is perverted, but that his sister bought the wrong color for Bian Rui. To be precise, Bian Ye didn’t care about it, so he didn’t choose any socks and picked more than ten pairs and then paid for it. The breasts all chose plain color, but Bian Rui was not present, so the only pair of pink socks were now put on Bian Rui’s feet.

Bian Rui didn't care. His pink socks were lit at the beat, leaning on a table with a slanted body, and a pot of tea was placed on the table, a snow-white porcelain cup, and half a cup of tea was left behind.

At this time, Bian Rui put one arm on a short table and grabbed a long scroll in his other hand. Bian Rui himself came to Lu Tanwei's "Image of My Out of the Passion".

It may not be clear to those who are not a painting person, but he has a great reputation and has made great contributions to painting. When painting history calls Lu Tanwei and Gu Kaizhi together, he will know his status.

I don’t know if this painting copied by Bian Rui is considered to be Lu Tanwei’s representative work. Anyway, he has not passed down the paintings, so there is no comparison. There are four works by Lu Tanwei in the space, three of which are copied. Two of the three copies were copied by Bian Rui’s ancestors. The ancestor of the ancestor was only twenty years younger than Lu Tanwei. Perhaps because he liked Lu Tanwei’s works too much, the ancestor of the ancestor of Bian Rui copied two works by Lu Tanwei. Apart from this, there is no copy of this ancestor in the space.

Like the ancestor of the ancestor, Bian Rui couldn't take his eyes off when he saw this "Image of Lao Tzu's Out of Passion". In the painting, Lao Tzu's fairy-like trait was half lying on the back of a green cow, and spoke to Yin Xi who was walking on the ground. Yin Xi was the general of Hangu Pass. Hearing that Lao Tzu was coming, he resigned and followed Lao Tzu along the immortal road of Zhongnan, and finally found a shortcut in Zhongnan. This picture describes the scene of Lao Tzu and Yin Xi walking on Zhongnan Mountain.

Lao Tzu, Qingniu and Yin Xi are the protagonists of the whole picture. In addition, the Qingqing-simple and elegant clouds are surrounded by Mount Zhongnan, which is like a fairyland. There are also the wild beasts hidden in the mountains and forests around who seem to be listening to Lao Tzu's preaching. Every tree and every animal seems to be alive. Every scene seems to be refined to the extreme, making people feel that they cannot add another touch. Although there are many scenery in the picture, the overall picture can give people a clear, natural, relaxed and free spirit, and the immortals are at its peak.

Even with his copy, Bian Rui was still reading it with relish. When he was excited, he couldn't help but pat his thighs and yell. He was powerless to draw like Bian Rui, but he was a magical skill when copying it, and he was considered a strange plant. Bian Rui's copying skills achieved the original success of his ancestors, and he had already had enough charm.

If possible, Bian Rui really wanted to take out the copybook of the ancestor, but unfortunately, Bian Rui didn't have that ability, so he could only use his copybook outside and enjoy it happily.

Whenever Bian Rui had a drink, the stupid cows and Dahui in the yard always looked at the owner of the house with a worried look, as if he was afraid that his owner would have something wrong with his mind and could not feed them.

"Little Nineteen! Little Nineteen!"

Just as Bian Rui was immersed in his eyes, he heard a scream from the gate of the courtyard.

When he looked up, he saw Ba Bo's body flashing and retreating to the door. The big dumb bull from his house looked at the door with his horns. Da Hui, who also had a pyramid grin, kept making a whimpering warning sound.

From the New Year to now, there are definitely not only Ba Bo who wants to enter Bianrui's yard and be overwhelmed by the big stupid bull. So far, two slaps are not enough. Bianrui does not want to correct Bianrui and Dahui, because in this case, the things in Bianrui's house are safe. There is no way. Bianrui has many secrets in his hands.

"Stupid bull, big dust!" Bian Rui hurriedly pushed open the door, stood barefoot under the corridor and shouted at the two guys.

The two men of Benniu and Dahui stopped calling out immediately, and drooped their heads like they were fine, and went back to eat grass and snooze under the old apricot tree.

The eighth uncle then stabilized his body and walked into the yard. Even if he walked into the yard, he was still a little scared. He looked at Bian Rui who came up and said, "Do you raise a cow or a dog? People say that the scalper has a bad temper, and your buffalo is actually just a little bit..."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Ba, I scared you. If the child hadn't liked me, I would have slaughtered it and eaten meat. Now what I said doesn't count. I'm slaughtering it, probably my grandfather could beat me." Bian Rui began to find reasons for himself. Bian Rui's old man was just the tenth old man, and he was not enough to see him in front of Uncle Ba, that is, Bian Rui's grandfather could have the momentum of Uncle Ba, so he naturally carried his grandfather out to block it.

The eighth uncle didn't care. He was not here to get along with Niu. He heard Bian Rui say this and shook his hand slightly, stopping his nephew's words: "I just said casually, why are you doing so much? By the way, your second grandfather asked me to give you these bags."

Hearing Ba Wang's words, Bian Rui suddenly felt happy and didn't even wear shoes, so he ran to Ba Wang in front of him in his socks.

"What good thing, such a baby?" Uncle Ba asked with a smile as he looked at the pink socks on his nephew's feet.

Bian Rui had opened the cloth bag at this moment, and saw two bundles of silk strings placed inside. The two bundles of silk strings are two sets of strings, one set from one string to seven strings, from thick to thin.

"I didn't expect it to come out so soon." Bian Rui said softly at the two sets of strings in his hand.

"Oh, by the way, your second grandfather asked me to notify you. You should tell your friends that it is best not to put these two strings now. The last strip of glue has just been soaked, and it will take a while for the inside to dry thoroughly. In the current climate, it takes at least half a month to one month. If you are conservative, it is best to take another month and a half to dry naturally, so that the strings can last long," said Ba Bo.

Now the two strings in Bian Rui's hand are very beautiful. The bright blue strings are like the essence drawn from ice crystals, radiating a luster of half metal and half coarse crystal.

Bian Rui couldn't help it and wanted to try the newly made silk strings. Bian Rui had seen the silk strings on the market now. Judging from their appearance, they were much worse than the two strings on his hand. The silk strings on the market were close to the rope, just like ropes made of silk, but the ropes were glued together with fish glue.

After countless times of impregnation, hammering and drying, the original silk and glue have been combined together to form a translucent ice-blue glue string, and only the traces of the silk being twisted together can be seen from the outer layer.

Uncle Ba looked at Bian Rui's appearance and shook his head inwardly and thought to himself: Another child in the village is crazy!

The first one who was crazy about Bian Shiqi was naturally interested in playing with antiques, and he became a billionaire after picking up big holes. Now, the old man, who doesn’t do anything all day, doesn’t care about spring and autumn planting, and hides in the yard all day long, either writing, painting or playing with wood. If he can sell it for money, it’s fine. After fiddling with it for a year, he hasn’t sold anything.

Although the Eighth Uncle thought so in his heart, he would definitely not say it. Although the uncle taught his nephew a lesson, Bian Rui not only had parents, but also his grandparents were still alive. Where can I talk about the lessons of the Eighth Uncle?

"Okay, you play, I'm going to the ground. In two days, the weather forecast says it will rain. If you don't hurry up and plant it in the ground, it will be troublesome..." Ba Bo said as he looked at Bian Rui.

In fact, the old man was reminding Bian Rui, the little nephew, that the most important thing now is spring plowing. Don’t play with your wood. First, finish the work in the field before talking about something else.

Of course, Bian Rui didn't hear the meaning of Ba Bo's words. At this time, Bian Ruixin was no longer in the yard. She was looking forward to Ba Bo leaving so that she could throw the Bing Lanxian into space and take it out in two minutes and put it on the piano.

Uncle Ba looked at Bian Rui's appearance and naturally knew that his nephew didn't listen to what he said, so he had to sigh in his heart, turn around and leave the yard, pick up the hoe leaning against the wall on the side of the door, and go to his own field.
Chapter completed!