Zhu Tongqiang took two steps back, went down a few steps, and then looked at the ancestral hall from the current angle, and looked at it as if grass had grown in his heart, if it wasn't for someone around now, Zhu Tongqiang wanted to go directly over the wall and go inside to have a good look.

However, Zhu Tongqiang is also an old man who goes to the countryside, he knows that even if Bian Rui is not by his side now, he can't enter this ancestral hall, otherwise he will be killed in this ravine and old forest, and no one will be able to find a ravine and throw it away, no one will be able to find it in this life.

Zhu Tongqiang has seen a lot of ancestral halls, whether it is in the north or in the south, he has seen a lot, now the best preserved ancestral halls in the country are in the south, such as the ancestral halls in the north are demolished when the chaos is carried out, occasionally a few slip through the net, now most of them have become the attractions of the descendants of later generations to collect wealth, such as many ancestral halls in Huidi, that day to night visitors are weaving, I don't know if their ancestors have spirits underground, will they directly fork these unfilial descendants.

Of course, modern people are not afraid of this, they are more afraid of poverty than of their ancestors' dreams, and some people even beat and scolded their fathers at will, not to mention their ancestors.

Bian Rui turned his head to look at Zhu Tongqiang, as if he had seen through his thoughts, and opened his mouth to warn: "Don't fight the idea here, not everyone has the mood of an elder."

Zhu Tongqiang smiled, took two steps forward and stood next to Bian Rui, and sighed: "I really didn't expect that I could see such a complete place where the clan culture was preserved here, I thought it could only be seen in the Lingnan region."

"We have a remote place here, there was no traffic before, there was only a small mountain road in and out of the mountain, everything had to be transported by mules and horses, and it took a day or two to enter and exit, so it was naturally easier to preserve the previous atmosphere," Bian Rui said.

Bian Rui knew that the most important reason was probably the existence of the ancestor, if there was no ancestor who was the Dinghaishen needle, it is estimated that now Bianjia Village would have been the same as the village outside, and each family would have swept the snow in front of the door. Those who have made money return to the village to show off their might, and those who can't make money shrink their heads all day long.

"Hmm!" Zhu Tongqiang was noncommittal.

Zhu Tongqiang didn't have the heart to think about anything else at all now, he was now wondering what good things were hidden in this ancestral hall of the Bian family!

When Bian 17 gave him a pane, he was stunned by the exquisiteness of the pane, after so many years of antique fever, such a beautiful lattice was almost invisible on the market, so he took the lattice.

also aroused his desire, and there was a trip to Bianjia Village last time.

Originally, I thought that the window lattices of the ancestral hall could be sold, and it should be easy to collect something, but I didn't expect that the clan atmosphere in the village here was so strong.

In the past, the land of Shenzhou was ruled by filial piety, whether it was royal or commoner, filial piety was the largest, almost Tiantiao,

What is the filial piety font of the world to rule the world with filial piety? Offerings during life, and thick burials after death.

So even if it's a poor family, you have to get a good coffin when your parents die, not to mention a little money. There are countless people whose parents are buried with half of the family property, so there are modern people who are keen to dig graves.

A village like Bianjia Village can't be a poor village no matter how you look at it, if nothing else, just say that the ancient Chinese learned in the primary school of Bianjia Village are not what ordinary people from poor peasants think, and even if they think about it, it is not something that ordinary people can teach.

Looking at the regulations of this ancestral hall, it is definitely not built by ordinary people, and those who exceeded the system in the feudal era either wanted to rebel or want to be beheaded.

In Zhu Tongqiang's opinion, there must be treasures in the Bianjia Village, and they are not buried in the ancestral tomb of the Bianjia family in this ancestral hall.

Bian Rui didn't know that the Mediterranean Sea in front of him was now thinking about his ancestral tomb, if it was true, maybe now Bian Rui could immediately give him a white knife in and out of the red knife.

At this time, a small crack opened in the door of the ancestral hall, and Bian Rui's third uncle walked out of the ancestral hall sideways, carrying four of the eight immortal pictures that Bian Rui got up and down on the bed.

Under normal circumstances, Zhu Tongqiang would not agree to exchange that window lattice for these four Eight Immortals Pictures anyway, not to mention the carving or anything, only that the window lattice has been gilded, which is higher than the grade of the Eight Immortals.

But he also knew that in that case, it would not work if he didn't change it, even if this matter was involved with the police, Zhu Tongqiang couldn't make any sense, not to mention, the clan was generally not very reasonable to outsiders, but he had suffered, and now when he thinks of the past, his stomach can't help but hurt.

After receiving the four Eight Immortals, Zhu Tongqiang said: "Four days later, I will send the things."

The third uncle nodded slightly: "Well, I know."

didn't say much, the third uncle took Bian Rui and Zhu Tongqiang and went down.

After sending Zhu Tongqiang away, Bian Rui had nothing to do, said goodbye to the third uncle, and returned to his vegetable garden to continue spraying water on his own vegetables.

At noon, I went back to my parents for a meal, and when I came back, I entered the space and began to cut the green tung and prepare to chop the piano.

The green tung of the space grows very well, after cutting it down, after staying in the space for a few minutes, the material has been dry, and it is better than the old material that has been placed outside for several years.

Generally speaking, the old material will produce cracks on the outside, of course, this is the surface, if there are cracks inside, the material will be wasted.

After getting a few sections of green tung out and placing them in the wing, Bian Rui began to cut the material with a chainsaw table,

The guqin is three feet six inches long, symbolizing three hundred and sixty days a year, six inches wide symbolizing Liuhe, the surface of the qin is a round symbol of the sky, the bottom of the qin is a square symbolizing the ground, the thirteen symbols of the qin emblem are December, and the other represents the moon.

There are many more, I won't talk about it here, in short, the length and width of the guqin are all standardized, as for the style, there are many types, such as Zhongni style, Shikuang style, Fuxi style and so on.

Bian Rui likes the Fuxi style, because the guqin he uses is the Fuxi style, and the old ancestor's qin is also the Fuxi style, so Bian Rui naturally prefers the style of the Fuxi guqin.

After the material is taken off, you have to pick the material, don't have knots, don't have small cracks, don't have bad sound quality, and even don't want the texture of the material to enter Bian Rui's eyes.

In this way, more than a dozen green tongs cut out of the material, in the end, Bian Rui felt that there were only three pieces that could be used, that is, Bian Rui's goods could be played like this, like the general now chopping the qin, just these materials, at most seven or eight pieces will be eliminated, this is still hand-chopped, if it is the kind of rotten street piano of the mechanism, not a single material can be eliminated.

Who let Bian Rui have space for this thing, the materials for making the piano are used to burn the fire, and a piece of material is put on the ground for a few years to dry naturally, and he blinks here, and it becomes when he comes in and goes out! Throw it in and sleep for a night, and the material immediately becomes decades of old material. If this hangs up and lets the modern violin master know, I don't know if it will hit his head against the wall.

In line with the style of not wasting the curse, it took Bian Rui four or five days to pick out three good piano materials.

With a good piano material, the following is naturally the piano making, Bian Rui doesn't want to play by hand, because there is no need, the machine is fast and good, why use the hand to chisel and dig little by little?

The three pieces of ingredients were almost done, and Bian Rui also arrived when it was time to go to Mingzhu, driving a small refrigerated truck with vegetables, mountain delicacies, meat, etc., to Mingming, and picked up his daughter for two days, Bian Rui sent his daughter back and then returned to the village to continue fiddling with his piano.

As for the guests of the shop, there is no one at all, as soon as the price is placed at the door, except for those who are around to look at the price and point, no one dares to enter the small shop of the side family, even if they look, there is a thick ridicule on the faces of others, and soon the small shop of Bian Rui became famous.

Bian's small restaurant is famous not because of its good taste, nor because of the large number of customers, but because the owner of Bian Rui is regarded as a spiritual disease.

Bian Rui naturally doesn't care about these, love doesn't come, and people can still have a quiet time if they don't come, this is Bian Rui's attitude.

It turned out that when Bian Rui got married, he was busy trying to make money all day long, how to give his wife and children a better life, and many of his previous habits were put down, and he either drank with customers all day long, or ate with the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods who couldn't be provoked by all walks of life.

Now Bian Rui's life seems to be back to before, even easier than before, so many things are gradually picked up again, such as the matter of rehearsing weapons every few days.

There are two kinds of weapons that Bian Rui often practiced, one is the coiling dragon stick, the pure strength of the practice, and the other is the shaking of the big gun, if the practice of the stick is pure power, then the shaking of the big gun is about a skill, two kinds of weapons one training force and one practice sensitive, this is the basis of the ancestor to teach kung fu, and the general practice of boxing and standing horse steps is almost the same.

When he got up in the morning, Bian Rui went to the backyard and began to shake the big gun.

Why is it called a big gun, because the barrel of the gun is made of wax wood, which is soft, and the head of the gun is shrugged when it is normally pierced, and if you want to pierce someone, you have to shake the gun. This kind of gun is difficult to play, and the requirements for people are particularly high, and if you want to play well, you have to rely on the whole body to control, and every muscle is required to cooperate in order to play the big gun well.

Shaking the big gun is conducive to training the muscles of the whole body, and at the same time increasing the flexibility of your body.

Every time he shakes the big gun, Bian Rui has to shake until he is exhausted, tear his muscle fibers apart, and then rest for a few days to wait for the torn muscles to grow again, because of the body's self-protection, the newly grown muscles will be stronger than the original, so as to prevent them from tearing again when they are injured by the same kind again.

After a few days of practice with a big gun, you will practice the heavy stick, so that the muscles will continue to be stimulated, the longer it will be, and the more beautiful the muscle lines will be.

Syllable!

As if Bian Rui, who was fished out of the water, threw away the big gun in his hand, the whole person suddenly collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, and after a few quick breaths, Bian Rui struggled to sit cross-legged and adjust his breathing, first took three deep breaths, and then slowly controlled his breathing into a normal mode.

This process is quite difficult, but practicing martial arts is like this, if you don't be ruthless to yourself, how can you improve?

Every three or four days, I have to run out of energy every time, and the whole person feels like I'm going to fall apart after I finish practicing.

This seems to be a bit masochistic to outsiders, but now Bian Rui is gradually beginning to like this kind of 'masochism'. I feel that after the practice, when the body turns from sore to sore, and then gradually returns to normal, it seems that every reincarnation is constantly growing.

After Bian Rui recovered, he took a shower, changed into a comfortable cardigan, cotton white loose pants underneath, and put on a pair of slippers on his feet, and prepared to go home for dinner.

picked up the mobile phone and found that his mother had sent several messages, each of which was to inform his son to bring back some small loofahs from the vegetable garden when he went back.

Picked a small bamboo basket from the porch, Bian Rui carried it out in his hand, covered the door and entered the vegetable garden to start picking loofahs, and saw that the eggplants were good, so he picked a few too.