Have you sprinkled lime in your poultry house?

Sprinkled!

Bian Rui has repeated this question countless times in the past two days, anyway, someone came to Bian Rui to deal with it, in fact, the lime sprinkled is just a kind of goods, as for the medicine made in the village, Bian Rui is fed, in addition, Bian Rui in order to improve the antibodies of poultry also fed a little more space water, under the effect of space water, chickens and geese have grown fat, but fortunately, Bian Rui's poultry is a little far away from the village, and there is no close comparison of others can not be seen for a while.

For the rest of the time, Bian Rui and Wen Shizhang got together to play the piano and practice music.

Wen Shizhang's piano skills are quite miscellaneous, and there are all kinds of schools, and it is impossible to tell whether it is the southern school or the northern school, it seems to be in between. Bian Rui is specialized, and he only has one faction, and that is from the ancestor.

Bian Rui learned about the techniques of various schools through Wen Shizhang and enriched his knowledge, while Wen Shizhang slowly returned to the ancients in terms of techniques through Bian Rui, not only returning to the ancients, but also innovating.

In a few days, the food of the two of them is becoming simpler and simpler, most of the time there is only one dish, if it is really not urgent, the two of them are a little hungry after discussion, and they can also go directly to the vegetable garden to pick something to satisfy their hunger.

"The fingering of this paragraph is not good, I think it should be like this!" Wen Shizhang motioned for Bian Rui to go away, sat down next to the piano, and stroked it gently.

At this time, Bian Rui was lying on the floor with his body leaning, one supporting his head, and the other gently slapping on the side of his thigh.

Wen Shizhang's performance skills have no choice, and then he and Bian Rui learn from each other's strengths, and the two of them are like two masters at this time, wanting to communicate selflessly with each other, so that the two of them can improve their piano skills.

The ancestor's piano skills are good, so good that Bian Rui may not be able to compare with him in his life, but the ancestor is good, Bian Rui can only parrot his tongue, he has no way to talk about the piano with the ancestor if he does not reach the level of the ancestor, but Wen Shizhang is different, Wen Shizhang and Bian Rui's piano skills are about the same, and the mutual confirmation between the two is naturally faster than practicing hard alone.

Now the two are sorting out some ancient songs, saying that they are sorting out the ancient songs, but in fact, they are changing the ancient songs, so that they are more suitable for the appreciation level of modern people. To put it bluntly, it is better to listen to and easier for people to understand.

This is the sadness of contemporary art, if you want to survive and survive well, then you have to bow to the market, because there is no such traditional class of scholars and scribes anymore.

Bian Rui didn't care about this thing, he just felt that Wen Shizhang had changed it more clearly and better, and the old kind of ancient songs that were long and loose now became smooth.

Bian Rui likes the ancients but not the ancients, he doesn't think that the things of the ancestors are all good, and they can't be changed at all, he thinks that everything must conform to the times, the guqin is, and even folk music.

"How?"

"Okay!" Bian Rui said loudly.

"Hey, hey!"

The two were about to praise each other, when suddenly a voice from the courtyard startled Bian Rui and Wen Shizhang.

The two of them turned their heads together and saw Bian Seventeen standing in the courtyard, and in addition to Bian Seventeen, there was also Zhang Jingjing.

"Why did you bring her here? and where is her father?"

When Bian Rui saw his prospective apprentice, he stretched out his hand to beckon her, and Zhang Jingjing came to the front of the house obediently, took off her shoes and walked in barefoot.

Bian Seventeen naturally didn't need to be polite, and he didn't need Bian Rui to greet him, he automatically took off his shoes and entered the house.

"Where's the little one?" asked Bian Seventeen.

Bian Rui said: "At this time, if you want to find her person, it is not easy."

The little girl's feet are playing from the moment she opens her eyes, and she doesn't take it home until it gets dark, and sometimes she can solve it in the wild when she eats, and it is impossible to expect her to come back and stay with her father Bian Rui in the afternoon.

Hearing Bian Rui say this, Zhang Jingjing's eyes couldn't help but glow with envy, her mother remarried, and there was only one Lao Tzu left, this Lao Tzu couldn't accompany her all day because he wanted to make money, so most of the time Zhang Jingjing stayed at home alone, and only her local dog accompanied her. Naturally, he is full of yearning for Bian Jingjing's life.

Bian Rui didn't notice Zhang Jingmo's expression, he was looking at his seventeenth brother at this time, waiting for him to answer his question.

Bian Seventeen said: "I think Jingjing is alone at home and there is no one to take care of, so I took her over, usually eats at my mother's house, and the rest of the time is arranged at will, no, the child wants to come over to learn the piano with you, so I will bring someone back."

As soon as Bian Seventeen explained this, Bian Rui understood, I am afraid that Bian Seventeen remembered Zhang Jingjing's kindness in his heart, so he took the little girl over to take care of him.

"I'm afraid it won't work these days, Lao Wen and I are preparing to change some tunes, and we don't have time to teach the piano!" Bian Rui frowned and said.

Zhang Jingjing heard this and immediately said: "Teacher, I won't disturb you, I'll listen to it next to me, I can also bring you water, pour tea and get snacks or something."

When Zhang Jingjing, the little girl, heard the meaning of Bian Rui's words, she didn't want to stay here, so she immediately took out everything she could do.

Bian Rui smiled when he heard this: "I'm not saying that I don't want you to stay here, but I really don't have time to teach you these days, so let's come, if you want to come, just don't make a sound, just take a look on the side."

Bian Rui and Wen Shizhang are now afraid of being disturbed by others, so to use an inappropriate analogy, the two are like a little couple who are looking at each other, and now they can't tolerate others coming over to intervene.

Wen Shizhang glanced at Zhang Jingjing and asked, "Have you also practiced the piano?"

Zhang Jingjing glanced at Bian Rui, and when she saw Bian Rui nodded, she replied: "Well, I have studied with the master for a while, only a few months."

Wen Shizhang smiled: "Then come over and feel free to stroke a song and I'll listen to it."

Zhang Jingjing glanced at Bian Rui again, saw Bian Rui smiled and nodded, then sat down by the piano, and began to stroke Wen Shizhang with the simplest smile of the rivers and lakes.

Although the tune is simple, the weak Zhang Jingjing actually brought out the freedom and arrogance in it, which not only surprised Wen Shizhang, but even Bian Rui couldn't help but look at the little girl twice.

"Yes, yes, it's very good to be able to play like this in a few months," Wen Shizhang nodded and praised.

Bian Rui opened his mouth and asked, "Have you gone home to practice?"

Zhang Jingjing said: "I didn't have a piano when I went home, so I could only stroke the strings on the bench, and then pretend to stroke it."

Bian Rui was stunned for a while, looked at Zhang Jingjing and then thought about her daughter, I didn't know what to say for a while, but after thinking about it, don't count on her about Jackie Chan, from the current point of view, the little girl has not inherited her mother's kind of cleverness at all, and she has learned the kind of laziness and inmotivation that Bian Rui has now.

"Wait a few days, I'll give you a bed of piano I made earlier, so that you don't have anything to practice at home," Bian Rui said.

When Zhang Jingjing heard this, she was immediately overjoyed and kowtowed directly to Bian Rui: "Thank you, teacher!"

"Finally, the teacher didn't scream in vain!" Bian Seventeen laughed.

Wen Shizhang looked at Bian Rui: "Do you still have a piano?"

Bian Rui said: "I used to practice the piano, and the craftsmanship was not good, but it was enough for her to practice the piano."

Bian Rui's piano is a toy that he used to buy for Fu Qingxu when he was making a piano, the piano wood was chosen with grass, and the final timbre Bian Rui was not too eye-catching, he originally wanted to burn it, but he forgot it later, so he kept throwing it.

The piano that Bian Rui doesn't like doesn't mean it's bad, this piano is no worse than seventy or eighty thousand guqins, not only because it's a blue string, but the whole timbre can be classified as a first-class guqin in the current market.

Hearing Bian Rui say this, Wen Shizhang was not interested, after eating the state banquet, the so-called high-end restaurants on the market were like that.

"What's the matter?" Bian Rui turned his head and asked Brother Seventeen.

What can Bian Seventeen do, now he is left to deliver food, and he has nothing to do with Bian Rui to mix some eels to sell, these things are now streamlined operations, and he doesn't have to worry about it as a boss.

"I'm fine, you're busy with yours, just as I don't exist," Bian Seventeen said with a smile.

When Bian Rui and Wen Shizhang heard this, they didn't say much, and the two continued to discuss.

In less than five minutes, Bian Seventeen felt bored, because of what? Because he didn't understand at all, and he didn't understand why these two people could still distinguish between good and bad with the same bang, and even most of the time, Bian Seventeen wondered in his heart whether these two people were blinding themselves and raising their own image.

As if he had an awl on his buttocks, Bian Seventeen stayed for another ten minutes, and he couldn't help but say goodbye.

"I'm leaving!"

No one answered him!

Bian Seventeen looked at the two big and one small couple present, he could understand the bearish appearance of Bian Rui and Wen Shizhang, and now Zhang Jingjing was also fascinated, Bian Seventeen was a little confused, he said in his heart: The little girl can also understand?

Don't care if Zhang Jingjing can understand it or not, anyway, Bian Seventeen doesn't want to stay here any longer. He left Bian Rui's house in a puff of smoke and trotted home.

At this time, Zhang Jingjing looked at Bian Rui and Wen Shizhang as if she was looking at two gods, she never thought that someone would play the piano like this, her fingers touched the piano like a spring breeze blowing willows, and the fingering fell on the strings, the beads were round and jade like flowing water, and every fingering was not muddy and watery, nor would there be noise like her or Teacher Li at school.

At this moment, Zhang Jingjing finally understood that the sound of the piano that Mr. Li said was as urgent as a jade bead falling on the plate, as light as a breeze blowing on a lake.

Bian Rui and Wen Shizhang naturally didn't care about the little girl next to them, the two of them seemed to be enchanted, either you played or I stroked, and the sound of the piano sprinkled in the entire courtyard one after another, making the cicadas on the trees seem to be a little softer.