Those who are obedient should be rewarded, this is Bian Rui's principle of raising things, so the reward for Xiao Gu Niu Bian Rui is two large baskets full of space grass, enough for this fool to eat until tomorrow morning.

Got into the space and continued to play his piano, practice calligraphy or painting, Bian Rui felt that his sentiment was rising, which was a bit of a shame for the ancient sages.

The three things are reversed, Bian Rui is happy in it, and writes the seal script imprint with a brush in the abdominal cavity of the piano: Bian 19 system, Bian Rui begins to plywood, the top and bottom plate are glued with raw lacquer, and after being bundled, wait for the glue to dry naturally.

Waiting for the glue to dry, Bian Rui felt a little urinated, and got out of the space to prepare to put some water.

After leaving the space, Bian Rui found that the gate of his house was open, and the cattle in the yard were gone, so Bian Rui came to the door curiously, stretched out his head and looked out of the door.

The moon at night was okay, the visibility was very good, and soon Bian Rui found the cow, which was peeing on the side of the grove.

It took a lot of time to pee, and it was almost a dozen seconds for Bian Rui to hear it, and now it was late at night, and the sound of the cow herding the water was clearly heard by Bian Rui inside the door.

was provoked by this voice, and Bian Rui's urge to urinate was naturally even better, so Bian Rui also ran out and stood next to Xiao Gu Niu not far from the water.

After the two of them finished putting out the water, they walked into the yard one after the other.

Bian Rui looked back at the little bull, and when the little bull saw the master looking at him, he mooed in a low voice.

"Your kid is doing well, and now you can urinate outside, it's a good phenomenon!" Bian Rui was very satisfied with his training results.

The two of them entered the door in turn, and just as Bian Rui was about to close the door, he found that the little bull actually closed the two doors with his head, although it did not evolve to the point of inserting the latch, but there was such an awareness, but it made Bian Rui's heart even happier.

"Reward you with ginseng!"

Bian Rui took a cucumber from the space and threw it in front of the little bull.

The little bull is also considered to be spiritual, without spirituality, it is estimated that he would have climbed into the slaughterhouse a long time ago, and he would not pout his belly and live on the car, seeing the Tan ginseng thing, the little bull opened his mouth without saying a word and put it in his mouth, chewing it in a big gulp like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, and swallowed it into his stomach two or three times.

"Forget it, it's useless!" Bian Rui said, turning around and walking towards the main house.

The little cow walked to the side of the haystack and ate the grass beautifully.

After boiling a pot of water and making himself a cup of tea, Bian Rui drank a cup of tea, and when he entered the space again, the glued panel and base had already been formed.

Next, it is embedded in the mountain and the scorched tail. Next, the cloth is mounted, the gray tire is applied, and after repeated polishing and drying, followed by the medium ash and fine ash, and then repeated polishing, it is worth meeting the requirements of Bian Rui.

After finishing the gray tire, Bian Rui slept in the space, and then continued to gather in the next step, and by five o'clock in the morning, Bian Rui had already made the whole piano eight or nine without leaving ten, leaving only the work of installing goose feet, winding and tuning.

Holding the almost made piano, Bian Rui used a brush to dimmer the dark gold lacquer, and wrote the cursive name of the dragon flying and phoenix dance on the bottom plate: a pool of spring rain, and there is an ancient seal inscription below, and finally drew two square seals between the dragon pond and the phoenix swamp, and the side nineteen pianos and Tanyin idlers.

Anyway, the piano made by Bian Rui has these things, it doesn't matter if the piano is good or not, but there must be one for the force.

Needless to say, Bian Rui's clan ranks nineteenth, and as for the Tanyin idler, Bian Rui gave himself the number, so he has to be a little angry, isn't it?

These Bian Rui are all for antique, I think I can add a little force to the piano, in fact, it is not very useful, in a word, Bian Rui likes to do this, and others can't care about it.

Playing is a happy thing for anyone, now it is like making a piano, practicing calligraphy and painting, for Bian Rui, it is like many people like to play League of Legends, it is a game, when a person treats this thing as a play, there is no time, no money pressure, and naturally he can do it well.

When another round of Jiaoyang appeared in the east, the refreshed Bian Rui stretched his waist, watered the vegetable garden, took care of the fruits and vegetables, and started his life for the day.

There is no time in the village to live such a day, and it has been a month in a blink of an eye, and the good days of the little girl are coming to an end.

For two days in a row, the little girl's mouth can hang an oil bottle, and she had a good time in front of her, and when she wanted to go back to her mother, she found that she still had a bunch of homework to do, so there was no time to play with her friends, and she moved a small bench alone, sat under the old apricot tree in the yard, and hummed her homework.

Bian Rui didn't dare to relax at this time, Wang Jie checked the homework was quite strict, Bian Rui didn't dare to help his daughter write, once he wrote it, he would be scolded, so Bian Rui sat under the outline of the main house and played the piano, and watched his daughter write her homework by the way.

"Don't get distracted, there's still ten minutes before the break, where do your eyes look?" Bian Rui looked up and found that his daughter was looking up at the bird in the tree with her head up, biting the cap of the pen in her mouth, so he said.

"Dad, why can't I not do my homework like a bird?" said the little girl with emotion.

Bian Rui felt that his daughter's words were still a bit literary and artistic, but at this time he didn't dare to echo his daughter, once he echoed the little girl, she would immediately climb up the pole, and today's homework would not be completed.

"How do you know that the bird doesn't do his homework?" asked Bian Rui.

The little girl turned her head to look at her father: "The little bird also has homework?"

"There are also birds, when they come out of the nest, they will learn how to find food with their parents, this is their homework, what you are learning now is also for how to live in the future, your mother and I can't take care of you for a lifetime, and the road ahead has to rely on you to walk on your own, so you have to learn your skills, and now you can live a more comfortable life after working hard, the so-called young and strong don't work hard and the old man is sad is this truth," Bian Rui said.

Although Bian Rui feels that he can live like his ancestor for a long time, he doesn't want his daughter to rely on himself for everything in the future, and wants his children to be independent, so he has to be ruthless when he is young.

"Dad, I don't want to learn the violin, I want to learn the guqin, the violin is not fun at all, you tell your mother, I don't want to learn the violin anymore, it's good to learn the guqin instead, I can be with you when I learn the violin in the future" The little girl said again.

Bian Rui thought for a while and said, "Then I'll tell your mother, but I can't guarantee whether I agree or not."

Wang Jie is a petty bourgeois woman, Bian Ruike is not sure whether she will let her daughter give up foreign music to learn Chinese music, and it is quite an unpopular guqin.

"I don't want to go back, I want to be with you here!" the little girl played the emotional card.

Bian Rui is naturally willing in his heart, but this is not something he can decide, these are all written when he divorces, and Bian Rui has to agree to change it, and Wang Jie will definitely not agree to it now.

"Write your homework honestly, don't think about what you don't have, it's a big deal that your father will teach you every week!" Bian Rui said.

The little girl listened and continued to pout and write her homework.

Write 50 minutes of homework, rest for 15 minutes, until it is time to practice the piano, the little girl is a little happier.

Today is also the last lesson that Bian Rui taught the children, the little girl returned to the pearl, Bian Rui's guqin class was naturally not opened, fortunately, the villagers also understood, the most important thing is that everyone did not want to let the child fiddle with music, learning the guqin is to collect the child's heart, not like the parents in the city have such high expectations for their children.

Compared with practicing the piano, the little girl is more attentive in practicing martial arts, and now a set of long punches is presentable, except for the lack of strength at a young age, the kung fu frame has been learned from the grandfather eight or nine times out of ten. First, grandpa taught attentively, and he was careful enough, and second, the little girl also studied hard, and she really had a little bit of the material for practicing martial arts that the old man said.

In the evening, I returned to Bian Rui's parents' house for dinner, this meal was a little disturbing, and none of the four old people were reluctant to leave the little girl, so Bian Rui became a gas bag during a meal, and was taken out by the old man from time to time to count it.

Bian Rui didn't have a way to fight back, so he honestly shrank his head and became a quail.

Dinner was like this, not to mention the next morning, Bian Rui's mother and grandmother sent the little girl to the car, and the tears did not stop, even Bian Rui's father and grandfather looked at the little girl with a reluctant face, fully showing what it means to be a next-generation parent.

"When will you bring the baby over?" asked Bian Rui's mother.

Bian Rui said: "Eleventh long holiday."

"So long?" Bian Rui's grandmother immediately wiped away tears when she heard that there were still two or three months left before eleven.

Bian Rui had to comfort his grandmother: "It's convenient now, let the child have a video with you every two or three days, and if I have time, I will discuss it with Wang Jie in the middle, and take the child over for a weekend or something."

"Then you have to discuss it carefully, don't lose your donkey temper!" said Bian Rui's grandmother.

Bian Rui nodded and replied: "That's natural, you can rest assured."

"Don't send it, go back, don't cry and break your eyes," Bian Rui said to his grandmother with concern.

The old lady nodded her feet and wiped her face: "Little girl, when you go back, you will ...... with grandma whenever you have time What's that going on?"

"Well, I remember, as soon as I have time, I will talk to my grandmother and grandma" The little girl also cried like a cat.

Bian Rui started the car and drove slowly to the road at the entrance of the village, while the little girl stretched out and waved to the four old men.

Bian Rui's car got on the highway, but the little girl was still silent, looking at the scenery outside the window.

For the little girl, her mother seems to be like a cage, and this is her free place, where she feels happy every day, and when she returns to Mingzhu's home, every day she feels that as soon as she opens her eyes, she begins to think about grandpa, grandma, grandpa and grandma.

Bian Rui had to tease the little girl while driving, but the little girl obviously had no interest in saying anything to her father, so she looked all the way to Mingzhu.