Yan Lan hadn't left yet, and there was a sound of riding down the slope, and he didn't need to ask Bian Rui to know that it was the old man Wu who was coming, because the sound of the Indian engine was too unique, and it was not the same movement as the motorcycle in the village.

Yan Lan naturally heard the sound of the engine, turned her head and asked, "Uncle Wu came to you for something?"

Bian Rui thought for a while and said, "It is estimated that it is a matter of Shangliang."

It is a big deal to get up the beams on the house, and now many places are no longer doing this, because every household is built in a small western-style building, and there are no beams anymore.

But several nearby villages still maintain such a tradition, the most important thing to build a house is to go up the beam, the beam can not stop at all, it has to be auspicious in one go, if there is a pause in the process of the beam or the phenomenon of a slippery beam, then the old-fashioned people will not let it go again, and they must re-select the auspicious day of the zodiac and then go up.

Old-fashioned people believe that if the girder is not smooth, then the life of the family living in this house will not be smooth in the future, and if the girder is smooth, then the family must live in harmony and prosperity.

"On the beam?" Yan Lan was a little confused, and at a glance, she knew that she didn't know what the beam was.

Bian Rui just wanted to explain here, but the old man over there had already arrived in front of the two of them.

"Hey, Xiao Yan Lan is also there" Old Man Wu put down his foot, took off his helmet and Bian Rui, Yan Lan said hello to each other, and then his eyes fell on FTR.

"The car is a bit small, and the appearance is average, a failed product," said the old man.

Yan Lan smiled: "This is an off-road vehicle, not a big cruise, how can you ride it when you are big?"

"Anyway, it's not suitable for an old bone like me, by the way, Bian Rui, you can come and see if this flag is okay."

As he spoke, Old Man Wu took out a roll of red pennant-like things from the crossbody tide bag on his back and handed it to Bian Rui's hand.

Bian Rui unfolded it and saw that there were three flags, each of which was printed with the same two rows of vertically written gold characters: auspicious stars are shining high, and Huatang is completed.

I can't see anything good or bad about this thing, anyway, everyone wrote two auspicious words, Bian Rui glanced at it and nodded and said, "I'm sorry for you, it's good this way."

Yan Lan stretched out her head to look at it and asked curiously, "Why do you want to hang this?"

Bian Rui said: "Our local habits are auspicious. If you want to pay attention to it, you will dig a square hole in the girder and put a small coffin in the square hole."

"What a carnage, it's unlucky to have a coffin on the roof," Yan Lan couldn't help but feel a little hairy in her heart when she thought of a coffin hanging on her head.

Old Man Wu immediately explained: "What do you know, the coffin coffin, the official makes a fortune, and it is not only auspicious to put it on the beam, but also good luck."

Bian Rui listened and said, "You also heard this from others?"

Old Man Wu said: "An old fellow just suggested it to me, I just came to ask you, do you want to do it?"

Bian Rui waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I have enough money in my life, and I can't be an official, so it's up to someone else to do the work of getting promoted and making a fortune, if you like you to do it yourself."

"Forget it, I'm so old, and I don't seem to have anything to do with me when I'm retired. By the way, can we still do the little ceremony on the beam, if so, how can we do it?" asked the old man again.

Bian Rui said: "Let's do it, let's do it simply, in the past, the big beam used red steamed buns, red envelopes, and small red envelopes loaded with money, and we don't think there are many people in Shangliang to grab these, so you can get some meaning at will."

Yan Lan heard that there was a red envelope, and immediately smiled: "There are also red envelopes, then I must be there!"

Old Man Wu said: "You can rest assured that it is not lively, let's pick the time when we go to the beam, and go to the beam at noon, when the children are just doing nothing and are wandering around, I guarantee that there will be many people at that time."

"Leave it at noon, that's really going to make more, don't want red steamed buns or anything, change to that kind of small bread packed in plastic bags, and get some small red envelopes when the time comes, I estimate that the last time the beam was estimated to be three or four hundred yuan," Bian Rui said.

"Will you send it then?" Yan Lan was quite interested in going to the beam.

Bian Rui explained: "It's not a pie, after the girder is put on, the first step is to set off firecrackers, and at the same time as the firecrackers are firecracked, someone rides on the girder, dragging the fence bucket containing food and red envelopes in his hand and then sprinkles it downward, and the people below just grab it, and the girder is officially finished after sprinkling."

"So interesting?" Yan Lan said.

Bian Rui said: "If there are more people, it will be more lively, especially when there are more children."

"So what's going on?" said the old man.

Bian Rui nodded: "Do you want to discuss it with Zhu Tongqiang?

"I've said it, Xiao Zhu has no opinion, how can we pick him up here, and now it is estimated that he doesn't have much heart to go to the beam, and is talking to your village about acting as a silk string...... Old man Wu Guanglong said.

Bian Rui smiled and shook his head: "Then he has to come out with some skills."

For the sale of silk strings, now it is not only Zhu Tongqiang's idea, but also Yosuke Terashima over there, in addition to them, there is also a pearl string shop that is also interested in acting as an agent, and it seems that it should have a good relationship with Fu Qingxu.

In addition to Zhu Tongqiang, the other two are people who know the goods, the so-called is not afraid of not knowing the goods, and the strength of the ice strings can be understood by any use of the guqin. Even if it is the white strings fed by ordinary mulberry leaves, it is much higher than the best synthetic nylon strings now, as the folk musical instruments are more and more sought after by the Chinese people, you know, the silk strings can not only be used in the guqin, all the strings can be used, and can even be used in some Western plucked music, this market is naturally attractive enough.

"Who do you think is the best agent?" Wu Guanglong asked curiously.

Bian Rui laughed and said: "Whoever gives the best conditions is the best!"

The promotion of ice strings is so simple, and the current guqin masters are about a dozen, who will dislike the ice strings expensive?

Now it's not that you dislike the ice strings are expensive, but you can't buy them with money in your hands, all the ice strings are made last year, almost all of them are in Bian Rui's pocket, Bian Rui makes his own piano, and he also has to use strings, plus Yosuke Terashima, Fu Qingxu and Wen Shizhang have taken away a few pairs, and Bian Rui has only three or five pairs in his hands, and it is impossible to sell them.

Wu Guanglong said again: "I heard that the Japanese still want to inject capital?"

Bian Rui shook his head: "Impossible, the elders in the village will not agree, let alone Terashima, even Fu Qingxu wanted to see the process of making ice strings, and the grandfather refused all of them."

Whether it is string making, or the silkworm seeds used now, the value of these things has long been paid attention to by the elders. They may not know what intellectual property is, but they know what craftsmanship is and what can be passed on to their children and grandchildren, so that they can have food to eat!

Something like this, let alone you open your mouth to visit, even if the knife holder is on the neck, most of the old-school people who pay attention to the clan will not let go.

Because for them, what is passed down from their ancestors must be passed on to their descendants, and if you want to take it away as an outsider, I'm sorry, even if it is absolutely gone, it will not be given to you!

It is precisely because of this idea that many ancient skills have been lost with the long river of history.

To put it bluntly, you have to say that this thing is from the township and the town, and no one cares, and the Japanese and Americans can come to see it if they want to, give some money or give some benefits, and get some political achievements. But the things are your own, then you Japanese and Americans have to get out of the way, and it's not easy for the king to come.

"What do you do at home at night?" asked Old Man Wu Guanglong.

Bian Rui said: "What are you?"

"I'm hungry for those jars of old wine at your house" The old man Wu Guanglong is not polite, these days the old man knows not to talk to Bian Rui, just say something.

Bian Rui saw that this one wanted to come to dinner, and the two also wanted to come to dinner, so he said: "Then wait a little later, I'll go home and solve my parents' dinner, let's talk about something else!"

"Isn't that too much trouble?" asked Old Man Wu Guanglong.

Asking so on the mouth, in fact, in my heart, it is too greedy for Bian Rui's wine, if it is not greedy, the old man's words should be like this: So busy today, forget it.

Yan Lan saw that Old Man Wu Guanglong's mouth was wrong, and said with a smile: "Uncle Wu, what you said is true or false!"

The old man Wu Guanglong didn't care: "Politeness is politeness, the wine worms in the stomach still have to be fed." By the way, Bian Rui is simpler, don't be big fish and meat, just get it at will, braised fish or something, three dishes I strongly request, white sugar mixed with tomatoes, cucumbers and salted peanuts must be there, to be honest, I am hungry for your salted peanuts in addition to gluttony, why do you say it's so delicious."

"Okay, satisfy you, look at your hungry and subgrade things," Bian Rui said with a smile.

The salted peanuts or peanuts made by Bian Rui are the most important thing to taste, because Bian Rui has space, after the peanuts are cooked, soak them in brine, and this bubble will soak out the taste, and even the chef of heaven can't make the taste of Bian Rui without space.

"Then I'll come later," Yan Lan said.

"Who else?" asked Bian Rui.

"Do you want to call Zhu Tongqiang?" asked Old Man Wu Guanglong.

When Bian Rui heard this, he immediately waved his hand and said: "He still forgets, every time I come, I am scared, I don't know what he likes about me again."

Yan Lan immediately laughed when she heard this.

Old man Wu Guanglong couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. I think Zhu Tongqiang and Bian Rui are quite interesting.

Everyone discussed dinner, and went to their respective jobs, Bian Rui returned to his parents' small courtyard to make dinner, and sent his grandmother and mother's share to the silkworm room, and returned to his parents' courtyard, the girl had already returned from school, and Zhang Jingjing was naturally with her.

Bian Rui's father left the two children in his own courtyard, and did not let Bian Rui take them back, the old man Bo Bian Rui and others influenced the two children, Bian Rui thought about it for a while, so he put the children at his parents' house, and he went to the small lake in the west of the village to get a big carp of more than three catties and carried it in his hand, and then returned to his own courtyard.