I went home and rode the tricycle out, and when I got to the ground, I stopped on the side of the road, and then I dragged the pig in the snow to the car with Mo Sheng, and then the one on the side of the road. In the end, Bian Rui and Mo Sheng's master and apprentice, plus Mo Sheng's parents, came to the lake together.

"Uncle Nineteen, this pig of your family broke his leg!"

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old half-year-old child had just arrived and yelled at Bian Rui.

Bian Rui had already seen that one of the pig's front legs had been deformed, and it was estimated that he wanted to stand up, but he didn't stand firm and broke it.

Bian Rui cautiously walked to the ice, first tried to maintain his balance, and then slowly walked to the place where the pig fell. Don't say that this pig is quite stubborn, after seeing Bian Rui, he tried to get up from the ice again, but naturally he fell a big pig again, and now Bian Rui is more trouble-free, because the pig's other foot seems to be injured.

"Rope!"

Bian Rui shouted at Mo Sheng on the shore, and Mo Sheng hurriedly threw the rope on the tricycle to Bian Rui.

Bian Rui took the rope and tied a knot and then retreated to the shore, stood firm and began to set the pig, Bian Rui set the head of the water is very accurate, after trying twice, he put the pig on the neck, and after pulling the rope tightly, Bian Rui used his two arms to hold the rope and pulled the pig to the shore step by step.

After tying the pig's two intact hind legs, everyone lifted the pig onto the tricycle together, and then Mo Sheng rode towards the drying field.

Bian Rui and Mo Sheng's parents followed behind while chatting. There was also a circle of lively half-grown children next to him, almost all of them were fifteen or sixteen years old, either Bian Rui's nephews or grandnephews.

As for Bian Rui's little girl, when she pulled the pig on the side of the road just now, the little girl didn't know where to go crazy, anyway, the village was quite safe, and Bian Rui didn't ask, in fact, Bian Rui didn't have to think about it, it must be to find a cousin and cousin to play with them, counting on the little girl to sit honestly for a few minutes, Bian Rui didn't have much hope.

"Master Bian, do you have to kill so many pigs in your village every year?" Mo Sheng's father asked curiously.

Since following their son here for the New Year, every day the two families feel fresh, the first two days are here in the building, all of them are a water Ming style building, of course, they don't know what the Ming style is unknown, they just think that these ancient buildings are particularly good-looking, sometimes it does not look like a building, but has a special vitality, can show the life of the people here, unlike the small villa they live in now, very expensive but without a trace of vitality, let alone the kind of cultural resonance that can arouse the bones of a Chinese。

Later, it was people, and then it was the festive atmosphere, so that they suddenly had a kind of return to their childhood, the kind of childhood when it came to the New Year, it seemed that the whole air was filled with the general flavor of childhood.

"No, in the past, most of them were killed by two or three families, but today it is estimated that everyone has made money, so there are more people who kill pigs," Bian Rui explained slightly.

Waiting for Bian Rui's words to fall, a half-old man next to him said: "Where was the sacrifice to kill like this before, our pork here is a little more expensive than a pound outside, there are special pork dealers to collect, generally the pig is sold at home, go to the town to buy meat, as for the village pork is generally used to wrap dumplings on the first day, third and fifth days of the first year, and the meat that is usually fried and stewed is bought on the ......."

"Oh, how expensive can it be?" Mo Sheng's father asked the half-grown son with a smile.

"Well, it wasn't that expensive before, but in the past few years, the pork here has risen year by year, and at first the people in the city came down to collect it themselves, or set it up in partnership, and then there were professional butchers, and the price became higher and higher.

Bian Rui smiled and said: "You kid is really a foodie, you can eat the two kinds of meat."

"Uncle Nineteen, don't look down on people!" The half-grown man was a little unhappy, and stalked his neck, wanting to show Bian Rui that he had a good sense of taste.

Bian Rui smiled when he saw it: "Okay, you kid is amazing."

Hearing Bian Rui say this, this kid was very happy.

"It seems that everyone's life is really better," Bian Rui said casually.

Originally, the pig was killed at any time, and the knifeman who invited him was still urging from time to time, and this year he actually had to line up to kill the pig, and no one came to urge Bian Rui until now, and it was designated that there were many pigs to be killed this year, and the knifemen were too busy.

"My grandmother has earned more than 20,000 yuan this year, plus my mother, and my sister helps from time to time, almost more than 50,000 yuan, my grandmother and my mother said that our pigs will not be bought this year, and the seventh uncle's family will kill a one" At this time, it was a little girl who answered, saying that the little girl was actually more like a half-boy, with a flat head, and a little boyish in dress.

"This income is okay," Bian Rui said with a smile.

"My grandmother said that she would raise more silkworms next year, and your fifth grandmother and tenth grandmother said that they would wait for the beginning of spring next year to double the number of silkworms," the girl said again.

"Are the strings selling well?" Bian Rui was a little surprised, although he said that his side had a lot to do with the string business, but Bian Rui really didn't care about this, originally he thought that the strings would have to be sold for at least one to two years, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

In fact, Bian Rui doesn't care about this, if he does, he will understand it if he thinks about it with his IQ.

Who is Fu Qingxu, the current general agent? He is a guqin master, and his sons and daughters and students also run various art tutoring classes, and the children in these tutoring classes do not use strings? Blue strings don't use so white strings? Although white strings are much more expensive than steel strings on the market now, who can send children to three or four hundred musical instrument lessons, and who lacks these three or five hundred? The main reason is that the timbre of white strings is more ancient than that of steel strings, and although the sound quality is a little more mixed than steel strings, it is not as clear as steel strings, but the white strings are forced to be high.

Fu Qingxu himself became the general leader, and he spent money, he naturally had to do his best to promote, not to mention his own school, his friends, students, these relationships unfolded, he at least half of the country's guqin tutoring classes, not only made more money than taking other people's money, but also fell into personal favors, who is stupid to use the steel strings of parents who don't know.

So in less than half a year, almost 80% of the most expensive guqin tutoring classes in the country used silk strings, and the rest were not because they didn't want to use them, but because they couldn't buy Bian's silk strings on the market.

For example, the girl's family earns fifty or sixty thousand, not the highest, the highest family has a quick hand and foot, and the silk string alone earns more than eighty thousand. Although there are eight people in this family, the women who live in the village have a lot of money.

"You don't know?" Mo Sheng's parents were a little strange.

"You know?" Bian Rui was even more surprised: Why don't I know about it, how can you two know.

Mo Sheng's mother said: "We listened to my son, and I also helped the children in the same community to go to the guqin summer camp run by Master Fu......."

Bian Rui felt terrible when he heard it, he really sat in the well and watched the sky, and he also played the guqin, you look at what Fu Qingxu did, not only did he collect your money, but he also had to let you read it.

But now that all parents are so rich, do they spare no expense in their children?

Thinking of this, Bian Rui pondered that if he didn't have space, he would be able to make a lot of money by opening a school.

Mo Sheng's mother said playfully at this time: "Why don't you, Master Bian, you also run a school?" I heard Xiaosheng say that your piano skills are still above Mr. Fu's."

said so, but Mo Sheng's mother didn't believe it too much, other masters are all shaped, first of all, they are old enough, on the premise of being old enough, if they get something like a fairy wind bone, it will be more in line with it. Obviously, people like Bian Rui are too young and not very famous, at least the neighbors where Mo Sheng's parents live don't know that there is such a guqin master as Bian Rui.

In fact, it's not that Bian Rui is not famous, but that Bian Rui is not famous among ordinary people, and now he really plays the guqin, or is at a certain level, even if he has not seen Bian Rui, he has heard of Bian Rui's name, and now they have already heard several classical repertoire played by Bian Rui, Wen Shizhang and Yosuke Bajima.

Bian Rui himself doesn't care about these things, so he naturally doesn't know about them, and some people who know think that Bian Rui already knows, and someone must have told him, so everyone thinks so, so Bian Rui has become a person who doesn't know anything.

While walking and chatting, when everyone was about to arrive at the drying field, they suddenly heard someone shouting.

"Hurry up and get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Bian Rui's group of people were taken aback, and subconsciously stood on both sides of the road.

Just when everyone was standing, a pig rushed directly in front of everyone, and there was a white pig-killing knife stuck in the pig's neck.

"I'm going!"

Bian Rui was about to sigh like this, and suddenly heard Mo Sheng Laozi standing next to him blurt out, the depression in his heart is conceivable, I can't say it, Bian Rui had to scold the street to vent the fucking scene he saw.

Really, after killing New Year's pigs for so many years, Bian Rui feels that this year is the most unpleasant. The first is that their own pig ran away, and it took a lot of effort to catch it back, and now I see a pig with a knife in its neck, and it is still alive, and it is estimated that it will not die for a while.

Piggy was followed by a young man in his twenties, wearing an apron that covered his knees. As soon as Bian Rui's side passed, there was immediately a smell of pigs, and there was no need to ask if it must be a small worker who did chores next to the knife hand.

Just when Bian Rui couldn't figure out what he was seeing, he suddenly heard the little worker over there shouting again to make people dodge.

Seeing this little worker disappear, Mo Sheng's father said happily: "Killing New Year's pigs is really interesting!"

Bian Rui: "......".

(End of chapter)