"Little Nineteen, ready to cook?"

Bian Rui heard someone's voice, looked up and found that Uncle Twelve was standing outside his vegetable garden talking to himself, and he picked a red tomato and put it in his mouth.

"I didn't cook, my mother asked me to pick some little loofahs and go back, and eat pimple soup in the morning, Uncle Twelve, where are you going?" Bian Rui said.

"Go down to the field, where else can I go, to see if the peanuts at my house can be harvested, and when I collect the peanuts for your boy, cook a little as a snack when it's okay," Uncle Twelve said.

Bian Rui was also polite: "Then I'll thank Uncle Twelve first."

"You kid, you're lazy like a snake all day long, and you're a good at growing vegetables, and the things that come out of this garden are better than others. Tell Uncle Twelve, do you have a trick?" Uncle Twelve asked.

Bian Rui said: "What's the trick here, it may be a seed."

"Don't talk to me about that uselessness, the same seeds are used in the village."

"Then I really don't have any tricks, this vegetable garden is almost all taken care of by my grandmother and my mother, why don't you go and ask the two of them?" Bian Rui said.

Uncle Twelve nodded when he heard this: "That's right, I'll tell you kid what to do about this, where will you grow vegetables." All right, you go and do your work, and I will go down to the ground."

After the twelfth uncle finished speaking, he turned his head and walked towards his own land.

Bian Rui returned home with Lanzi, and as soon as he entered the yard, his mother was counted down for a while, and the old lady disliked Bian Rui a little late.

Handing the basket to his mother, Bian Rui sat on a small bench in the courtyard and waited for dinner, while Bian Rui's father smoked a cigarette and knitted bamboo utensils.

"Dad, what are you making up?" Bian Rui felt that he couldn't understand what his Lao Tzu made up today, so he asked curiously.

Bian Rui's father stopped, reached out and took out the cigarette roll from his mouth: "The fishing basket that your cousin asked for was asked for by a fishing friend in the city."

Hearing what Dad said, Bian Rui didn't ask anymore, like these handicrafts almost all the elders in the village, and now the people in the city seem to be tired of plastic things, and began to chase after bamboo, good bamboo is not cheap now, of course, most of it has been earned by the middle links, craftsmen like Dad don't actually make much money, a basket or something is estimated to be dozens of dollars, or bring their own materials.

Bian Rui can't let his father not make it up, the older generation also has their own circle, and Bian Rui is not suitable for mixing in.

"Xiaorui, are you going to Mingzhu this week?" Bian Rui's father asked his son.

Bian Rui snorted: "Naturally, you are going, what is the matter with you?"

"Jingjing hasn't come back for a few days, and your grandfather and grandmother and I are all panicking, taking the child back for two nights?" Bian Rui's father missed his little granddaughter a little.

Bian Rui said: "Dad, bear with me a little longer, after a few days of summer vacation, I said to Wang Jie that I will pick up the child to live for a month after the summer vacation."

It's not that Bian Rui doesn't want to take his daughter back, but her daughter doesn't have a whole weekend now, either she wants to go to this class or that class, and she has two days off a week, so it's good to have one day off.

"Going to an interest class again? How old is this child, and he hasn't gone to elementary school yet, this Wang Jie is really ruthless!" Bian Rui's mother heard the two talking about her granddaughter, and immediately came over.

Bian Rui could only smirk twice: "Now the children in the city are like this, either learning this or that." Wang Jie is also for the good of the children, we are pro, and the other side is also pro."

Bian Rui doesn't care about whether he is in a class or not, and he doesn't believe in the chicken soup words of those training institutions that say don't let children lose at the starting line.

Oh! Emotional children don't go to your class and lose at the starting line, pay you money, you are the starting line?

But you can't say this to the old lady, and if you say it, it's going to stir up the fire. Men shouldn't do that.

"Let her hand over the child to us, what's wrong with our primary school, the children who are taught, let alone the county seat, even the teachers in the provincial town praise it, like the children of the third brother's family......" Bian Rui's mother said.

Bian Rui listened with a smile, and his mother wanted to pull out the good and bad, it was really abnormal, anyway, the old lady said that Bian Rui was responsible for listening with a smile.

The old lady said a few words and turned around and went back to cooking. The two chatted for a while, and the family directly put the small table under the old apricot tree in the yard, and ate breakfast happily.

After eating, Bian Rui's father and son both shook their hands and went to the shopkeeper directly, and Bian Rui naturally returned to his yard and continued to play the piano.

The piano material was all opened, and Bian Rui began to plane the curved surface on the board with a carpentry planer.

Swish!

The crisp sound of the planer knife and the wood grain grinding sounded, and a beautiful roll of small shavings fell to the ground, and with the continuous sound of chirping, soon the curvature of the piano surface appeared.

There was a consistent arc planing, Bian Rui picked up the wooden hammer and lightly tapped the planer, adjusted the depth of the planer, and began to trim the surface.

After repairing the noodles almost, Bian Rui turned the noodles over, put a soft and clean cotton cushion on the bottom, and began to use the ink fountain to play the line on the other side, and after determining the position of the cavity, Bian Rui took the half-moon-shaped abdominal chisel and began to dig the abdominal cavity.

This is the common tone of the piano, the quality of a piano, the most important step is this step. It is also the step that tests the skill of the luthier master.

Bian Rui first opened the approximate cavity depth, and then began to refine the cavity repair work, I felt that the repair was almost done, listen to the sound, and then continue to repair, when the repair will prevail, it depends on the individual's ability.

The good thing is that Bian Rui has space here, and after getting in, the outside time has little impact on Bian Rui, and now Bian Rui has just picked up the original craftsmanship again, and his heart is also high, so he opened three piano cavities in one morning, not only opened the piano cavity, but also closed the bottom plate and body of the dragon pond and Fengnuma.

After eating at noon, Bian Rui continued to sneak into the space to work, tying the glued piano body before eating, and it was completely glued after eating, and the next work was to mount the cloth, put on the gray tire, and install the piano emblem or something.

On the second day, Bian Rui painted, polished, and polished the piano, and then installed goose feet and tuned the strings, and in the evening, three new pianos were born in Bian Rui's hands.

After almost 18 years, Bian Rui made the violin again, and the strings he chose were bought.

Finally, the string developed by modern times is used, and the inside is steel wire wrapped in nylon, which has the advantage of being cheap, and the sound quality is clean, and it is easier to maintain and not easy to deform.

There is also a kind of silk string, which is an ancient string, made of silk, the good is that the sound quality is quiet and beautiful, simple, and the bad is that the price is high, the pronunciation is smaller than the steel string, easy to scratch the hand and so on.

Bian Rui bought these two strings from the Internet, as for why he didn't use silk strings, it was because Bian Rui didn't look down on the silk strings he bought, not only because the sound was small, but also because the echo when he wiped the strings was unbearable. Therefore, you can only use steel strings to top it first, wait for Bian Rui to thoroughly understand the ancestral string-making method, and then use the ancestral string-making method to make silk strings.

The newly made three-bed piano, Bian Rui didn't play much in the past, or he still played with the Tang Qin left by the ancestor, and at the same time took the material to make the new piano and practiced, while trying to understand the string-making method that came out of the space.

The ancestral string-making method is very cumbersome, you have to start from raising silkworms, and the silkworms are not ordinary domestic silkworms now, it is the varieties cultivated by the ancestors themselves, after getting the silk, you have to weave the strings, and after the strings are braided, you have to dip them with gum, and you have to soak them back and forth ten times, and each time you have to dry them naturally.

If you continue to play like this, it will take more than a year for just one string, but fortunately, Bian Rui has space, otherwise Bian Rui will go crazy.

Bian Rui didn't understand, how could the ancestor be so painful, and playing anything was extremely time-consuming.

Bian Rui now can't understand that an old man who has lived for a long time, in addition to these things, where can he spend his mind? For hundreds of long years, if it were not for the Chinese habit of naturally taking care of their children and grandchildren, maybe one to two hundred old men would have to wipe their necks by themselves. If you don't find something to do, how can you get through this long time!

turned out the silkworm paper left by the ancestor from the space, hatched the silkworms, planted mulberry leaves to feed the silkworms, and after forming cocoons, there was still silk or something, and Bian Rui wanted to hit his head against the wall.

"I can't stand it!"

Bian Rui shouted, and kicked the cocoons around him in all directions.

Out of the space and wanted to take a breath, Bian Rui made himself a pot of tea, sat cross-legged in the main room, and sucked the tea while puffing up, while thinking about how to simplify the loop knot in the middle.

After thinking about it for a long time, Bian Rui didn't come up with any tricks, but he was upset when he thought about it, this is also a matter of no way, thinking that his ancestor has not come up with a good solution for so many years, if Bian Rui can come up with a solution in such a short time, then it will be a ghost.

Bian Rui tilted his body, one hand on his knee, and the other held the teapot, took a sip of tea, and then sighed, wondering if he would save some trouble in the future and use the steel string.

But then I think about it, if the Tang Qin I use now is replaced with steel strings in the future, the sound will be very entangled.

Thinking about it, Bian Rui was ready to lie on the mat in the room, and if he didn't understand, he would take a nap!

Lying down, he felt that there was something around his waist, and he reached out and touched the thing, and Bian Rui found that there was actually a silkworm cocoon in his hand.

"I ...... Go!"

Bian Rui jumped up from the mat all of a sudden, quickly got into the space, and quickly came out with a handful of silkworm cocoons in his arms.

"Hahahaha!"

Holding the cocoon, Bian Rui almost laughed and even burst into tears.

I originally thought that the cocoon couldn't be taken out, who would have thought that this cocoon could actually be brought out of the space, which made Bian Rui happy, and turned his head to try the real painting of Wang Youjun in the space, but unfortunately the person came out, and the silk album returned to the original position of the space.

Fortunately, he was prepared, Bian Rui took a small basket and packed up all the cocoons and ran home.

When he was halfway down, he met the fourth brother of the clan, and when he saw Bian Rui running like a happy little mad dog, the fourth brother asked, "Old Nineteen, where did you get a basket of cocoons?"

"Second brother, busy!"

Bian Rui didn't stop taking a step as he spoke, and as soon as the words fell, the person had already run five or six meters.

Looking at Bian Rui's back, the second brother was stunned for a while: "This stupid boy can't have a problem with his brain."

After saying that, Bian Er shook his head and continued to do his job.