Bian Ye pulled his younger brother to the side, opened his mouth and said, "Lose money!"

Bian Rui ignored this, shook his head and said: "Her father must have no money, otherwise, you ask her grandmother, or grandma wants to try?"

Bian Ye didn't have the courage to ask his mother and grandmother for this money, it's okay to ask for two pocket money, isn't it looking for a fight if you want this money!

hatefully let go of his younger brother, and Bian Ye said: "It's not a worry-free one."

Bian Rui just didn't hear it,

Just when the sister and brother were standing at the door, no one could help anyone, and the voice of the old lady came from the main room: "Yo, my little care, this painting is really beautiful!"

“......”

When the sister and brother heard this, black lines suddenly appeared on their heads.

Bian Rui's grandmother has now seen her great-granddaughter's masterpiece, and she immediately boasted violently, I don't know if she thought that the old lady's great-granddaughter had been admitted to the top prize.

Bian Rui said a word to his grandmother, continued to return to the ancestor's house and began to toss, waiting for dinner before coming back.

It stands to reason that Bian Rui cooks very well, and he can help his mother cook something when he goes home, but the family is not used to eating what Bian Rui makes, because the things Bian Rui makes are mainly steamed, boiled and stewed, at most it is a fried, and there is almost no stir-fry or anything like that, and the family is not used to eating this bite, so Bian Rui will be kicked out of the kitchen even if he wants to help.

The next morning, as soon as Bian Rui got up, he saw his grandmother and mother busy in the courtyard.

"What are you doing so early in the morning?" Bian Rui went downstairs to the yard and stretched out his head to look into the small basket in front of his grandmother and mother.

"Pick up seeds, didn't you say you want to plant vegetables, your grandmother and I found the seeds, and we are going to go over and help you plant them," Bian Rui's mother said.

When Bian Rui heard this, he immediately said: "Just that little land, I don't need your help, wait for the morning to finish eating, I will call my sister and plant it in a while."

When Grandma heard Bian Rui's words, she said impatiently: "Can you see the work that the two of you do?"

The old lady felt sorry for her grandson, and second, she really didn't like her grandson and granddaughter to work.

Whether it is the old lady or Bian Rui's mother, they are all rural women who are in a hurry, and they are called cool when they work.

Usually people who are capable of themselves will have a little problem, and they can't see others and can't see their lives, such as Bian Rui and Bian Ye, two sisters and brothers, who have been scolded by the two of them since they were young because of their procrastination in working in the field. Until now, the two elders still can't see the two of them working, and they feel uncomfortable when they see the two of them working in the field.

"Just that vegetable patch, there is enough time, I will leave in the afternoon, and I will finish it in one morning," Bian Rui said.

"Is that kind of work called work in the middle of the afternoon?" The mother was very disdainful: "This is planting vegetables, not planting seedlings, and you are embarrassed to say that you want to work for a morning?"

"......" Bian Rui didn't know what to say, so he had to say: "Aren't I afraid that you two will be tired?"

"We can't be tired, we will get sick when we are idle!" the grandmother glanced at her grandson.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you two, okay?" Bian Rui didn't know what to say.

"By the way, don't be idle, your sister should bring some soap horns when she leaves at night, you go get some" The mother began to arouse her son.

Bian Rui scratched his head: "Now the soaphorn tree is only blooming, even if it bears fruit, it is pitiful, can it be used?"

The clothes in the village are not soap or laundry detergent or anything, but the soaphorn fruits grown from the three old soaphorn trees in the village.

In the past, Bian Rui was very curious, because the fruit of the saponaria tree in the village has a strong decontamination power, not only can wash clothes but also wash hair, when the old and young masters in the village want to wash their hair, use a handful of soap horn powder, pay attention to a little bit of two mint leaves to soak in the water, soaphorn powder rub on the head, wait for more than a minute to wash with water, the scalp is immediately refreshing, and there are no sores or acne, it is very magical, and the general soaphorn does not have this function.

I haven't figured it out before, but now Bian Rui thinks that the three old soaphorn trees in the village may be related to the ancestors, otherwise the natural soaphorn trees have this function, which is better than laundry detergent and shampoo.

This tree can't be transplanted yet, and even if other villages are planted with trees, there is no way to compare the soaphorn produced with Bianjia Village.

"Who told you to go to the tree to pick it, the soaphorn on the tree is still a small bud, you go to the side room under the bed there is a bag, the bag is filled with last year's old soaphorn, you grab four or five pounds out, beat it into powder and put ......it in a bag," the mother said.

Hearing this, Bian Rui turned around and went into the house, the things were easy to find, almost a hemp bag was full of dried black soaphorn fruits, grabbed a few handfuls out, and looked at the almost, Bian Rui came to the kitchen to find something to beat the soaphorn into powder.

"Mom, what do you use to make powder?"

Bian Rui's mother couldn't stand it a little when she heard this, so she clapped her hands and stood up and went into the kitchen.

"While going, while going, what to do, such big eyes can't see the powder machine on the table?......".

Bian Rui was driven aside by his mother and scratched his head a little embarrassed.

Watching my mother skillfully put the soap horns into the crusher to make powder, I thought: Let's stop standing here, it's better to go to the old house early. There are times when my own son is not popular!

So Bian Rui went out of the house and went to the old house.

When I arrived at the old mansion, I found that I didn't have anything to do here, so I simply went to the space, began to flip up the calligraphy and paintings on the shelves, and slowly looked at it.

When he was young, Bian Rui had learned the six arts of a gentleman, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the ancestor seemed to lead Bian Rui to the gentleman's route at that time, but it was a pity that Bian Rui was really not that material, and when he was a child, he was skinned to death, and he learned everything but everything was sparse.

The layman looks quite powerful, and the insider understands that it is a fake trick at a glance.

Fortunately, at that time, the ancestor did not have too high requirements, but only asked Bian Rui to enter the door, except for martial arts and cooking, other requirements were not high.

Now that he has retouched the painting, Bian Ruixin is not like a monkey when he sat down when he was a child, but now he is thirty-five years old, and his life experience is also there, and his heart has calmed down, plus the foundation he laid when he was a child, and he can actually see it when he looks at the painting again, and from time to time there is an urge to pick up the pen and copy two strokes.

There is an impulse, and there is paper and ink at hand, Bian Rui naturally started copying, anyway, there is nothing serious, beating the child on a rainy day, looking for something to do.

Copied a picture of a lady by Tang Yin, Bian Rui felt that he couldn't copy the essence of the original work, and he couldn't even get a picture of it, so he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

In a bad mood, he threw down his pen and prepared to find something else to play, there were a lot of things, more than a dozen shelves of antiques, from bronze to porcelain, but Bian Rui was really not the material for playing antiques, so only the piano and chess remained. Chess has to be played by two people, so Bian Rui can only fiddle with the piano.

The pianos in the space are all lyre, all kinds of more than a dozen beds, the longest is a bed of Hanqin, a bed of Jinqin, the remaining half is Tang Qin and Song Qin, and the most is Mingqin. Every bed is a gem when taken out, but unfortunately it can't be taken out. Two of them are the old ancestors' crafts.

Outside, Bian Rui used to practice with a Tang qin, and the timbre was excellent.

Taking off a Tang qin from the shelf, Bian Rui sat on the floor, put the piano on his lap and gently Buddha it, tried the timbre, when Zheng Feng's strings broke out of the qin, a killing sound invaded the eardrum.

"Good piano!"

The guqin is different from musical instruments such as the pipa, because of its elegant and light sound, it is in a transcendent special position among musical instruments.

From the time of the creation of the qin, it is related to the holy monarchs and emperors of Chinese civilization, Fuxi made the qin, Shun made the five-stringed qin, Shennong took the silk as the string, made the piano with paulownia wood, and the two kings of Wenwu changed the five strings to the seven strings.

Later, the mountains and rivers of the Boya and Zhongzi periods met bosom friends and sang through the ages, and later the seven sons of Jian'an and the seven sages of the bamboo forest all had the shadow of the guqin.

As for the boss of Confucianism, Confucius, the most holy and sage teacher, is even more respectful of the qin.

This gives the guqin a different historical status, and to put it bluntly, this thing has never served the ruling class, nor is it meant to be played for the common people, this thing is played by the ruling class itself.

Listening to the piano or other concerts, dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people buy tickets to enter the venue and sit like dogs, listening to the performance of the pianists who have collected money on it. The essence of this thing is about the market, about buying and selling.

What about the guqin?

Usually a few well-fed, unused celebrities get together, drink high, one strokes the piano, one plays the seer, and the rest are all leaning over, carrying a wine jug in one hand, and singing loudly while listening to the piano.

These Coats strokes the piano not to listen to others, but actually express their own feelings and show their political ambitions. What is said in the sound of the piano is that the emperor is not a thing, and the court is even more ugly.

Either a strong man wants to draw a knife to cut the national thief, a master immediately said that the strong man stayed, and a certain person had already seen that the goods were not pleasing to the eye, and listened to a certain song for you to stroke and then cut people.

So the strong man sat cross-legged and listened to the violin.

After listening, the strong man will generally say, before a certain cut people only three points certain, but after listening to your piano sound, a certain feeling that there are seven or eight points certain, so-and-so went!

After speaking, he stood up and didn't go back to slashing people.

Usually there are two endings like this, one is that the strong man was chopped off, of course, he was also hacked to death by the little brother who was not strong by the national thief, and the master of Fuqin stood on the grave of the strong man and broke the qin, and died on the tombstone of the strong man.

Then the strong men and the famous men sang through the ages!

There is also the biggest possibility, that is, the strong man did not cut the national thief, but was hacked to death by the national thief (the national thief is usually difficult to cut, and there are many younger brothers).

This time, Gao Shi also had to break the piano, and after breaking the piano, he continued to complete the unfinished business of the strong man, that is, to cut the country thief. Whether it is hacked to death by a national thief, or hacked to death by a national thief and then hacked to death by the younger brother of a national thief.

The result is still sung by celebrities and strong men through the ages!

If you don't play the guqin, you dare to say that you are a celebrity?

Of course, Bian Rui is not going to cut anyone, nor is he going to be a celebrity, he strokes the piano just to listen to himself and pleasure himself.

Fuqin is pleasant, at least much stronger than the painting, and there is no comparison, mainly because there is nothing to compare. Even if the ancestors on the shelf left piano scores, but the ancients like Boya have never poured records, right?

One thing to mention, Bian Rui strokes the piano in general, but there is no problem with the basic left and right finger techniques, what is lacking is practice, not only is there no problem, but also more professional than many so-called masters now, the reason is very simple, the ancestor has lived for such a long time, and there are always some differences between others from generation to generation, and Bian Rui's ancestor does not have this situation at all, and the generation has been passed from ancient times to Bian Rui.