After chatting for a while, Zhou Zheng was going to fish for yellow eels in the pond and wanted to eat yellow eels tonight.

How could Bian Rui not let him fish, not only let him fish, but also accompanied Bian Rui himself, and the two brothers sat on the edge of the pond and fished together.

In the evening, the two sat on the edge of the eel pond to fish, but they only caught two or three catties of yellow eel, and the main time was spent chatting and spitting, and their minds were not spent on fishing for yellow eel at all.

After playing here in Bian Rui for two days, Zhou Zheng returned to Mingzhu, and Bian Rui's life continued to be so refreshing. From time to time, I would go to the cattle farm to have a look, or go to Shigouzi to see how the stones were picked up over there, if not to watch the children at home.

From the first snow falling, to the Chinese New Year's Eve of the new year, and to the warm spring flowers, Bian Rui watched the stones in the stone ditch slowly being cleared out, and also watched his children gradually grow up.

"Bian Rui, Bian Rui!"

On this day, Bian Rui had just returned from the cattle farm and was about to go home, when he was stopped on the way.

"What's the matter with you?"

It was a person from Shenjia Village who stopped Bian Rui, and he was the uncle of Bian Rui's brother-in-law, and Bian Rui naturally had to deal with it as an adult, so he got out of the car, stood next to the car and replied with a serious face holding the car door with one hand.

The old man is riding a tricycle, and I don't know if he just came back from buying vegetables, or just came back from selling vegetables, anyway, the car is loaded with some vegetables, and it is quite fragmentary, potatoes and tomatoes or something, but the amount is not large.

"It's nothing, it's just that my family will get up tomorrow and go up to buy some meat, I heard that your beef there can be sold, isn't that the case?" the old man asked.

Bian Rui said: "It can be sold, but it is not on a large scale, it is sold in a small area, whether your banquet is a little bigger or a little more provincial, my beef is really not cheap."

The old man said: "Pay attention to it, it's not like it used to be in the past two years, everyone has no money in hand, and you have to talk about it if you have to hold a banquet at the instigation, I know the price of meat over there, I just asked if there is meat, you don't have to worry about the price, I also asked your sister, if the price has not changed, give me a forty catties."

"Yo, that's a big seat!"

Bian Rui said with a smile.

The beef in the cattle farm has been sold in a small range since the beginning of this month, and the reason for this is that the calves born in the cattle farm last year have not yet fully grown to the best time, and if you want to reach that time, you have to live two or three months, and when the Spring Festival is approaching, it will be almost one year old and two years old, and the veal at this time is good.

Now they are selling some thin calves, not that they are sick, but that these calves are weaker than other calves, and they can be raised if they continue to be raised, but they can't grow as much meat as they want. The long meat here refers to grass-fed, not fattening, if fattening it is too simple, Bian Rui has to let the cattle grow some fat, but the fat can not be too thick, such cattle whether boiled or marinated are the most suitable for the taste of the nearby villagers.

Of course, the price of beef from the cattle farm must be expensive, the general raw beef on the market is seventy or eighty, the beef from the cattle farm is at least one hundred and five pounds, and the top ones are more than three hundred.

What the old man said was one hundred and five, as for more than three hundred, in addition to Bian Rui's family, Hu Shuo's family, and Zhou Zheng's resort village, people in ordinary places are reluctant to eat. As for the research institutes in the country, not to mention that, although their canteens are good, they can't afford to eat beef from cattle farms.

Seeing that Bian Rui agreed, the old man said with a smile: "It's not big, it's just two or three dishes, a plate of braised beef, a portion of beef balls and roasted cabbage, and one or two beef side dishes."

"Okay, then I'll call the cattle farm, you can mention it in the past" Bian Rui said and took out his mobile phone and called the manager of the cattle farm to arrange the matter. 、

"Shall I go over now?" asked the old man.

Bian Rui said: "Then you have to ask, see if there is any meat left today, if not, you will send it to slaughter early tomorrow morning, usually they will wait at the fork in the road, come at half past seven or eight o'clock, and then go to get it......."

"Okay, then I'll still be tomorrow, no, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow is just ready for the feast, the weather is cool now, and the meat can be placed," the old man said.

Bian Rui echoed and smiled and nodded.

After saying a few words, the old man rode a tricycle to the mountain pass, and Bian Rui also rode a motorcycle to the mountain pass.

"Where are you going?" asked the old man casually.

Bian Rui said: "Go to Guqin Village over there and send something to those old men."

"That's right, let's talk all the way," said the old man.

Bian Rui had to slow down and walk slowly towards the mountain pass with the old man.

When the two separated at the intersection, Bian Xian breathed a sigh of relief, stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards Guqin Village.

The road in Guqin Village has been repaired very well, two and a half cars of asphalt road, there is a drainage ditch on the side of the road, on the edge of the ditch is a row of cement poles, these old men may dislike the long is not good-looking, so they use lacquer to smear the wood grain color, from a distance it looks like a wooden pole, but it is still cement from a closer look.

There are now forty families in the village, which is really not a few, in addition to the old men who used to play the guqin, there are also some painters in the gallery under Zhou Zheng, about five or six people, and the rest are also painters, but they are not signed galleries, but belong to wandering painters. These people come to Guqin Village not because of the good conditions of Guqin Village or anything, but because they rely on the resort.

Now Guqin Village is also a scene, they put their paintings at the entrance of the village, if there is a like, people will buy it, although these people do not understand art, but there is money in their pockets, a thousand yuan is not a thing for them.

Just like now, when the small platform at the entrance of the village is crossed at the intersection of Bianrui Road, there are more than a dozen guests from the resort looking at the paintings, and two middle-aged artists in their thirties who are dressed a little out of place are busy with their own works at the same time.

The works in front of them are not only their own but also their peers, and the number of works is also large, that is, more than a dozen, but the styles are different, and some paintings are not even works that are ordinary decorative paintings, and these people can fiddle with a few pieces a month.

You say it's a pit, he's really a pit, you say it's not a pit, he's not a pit, whether it's labor or materials, even if it's a decorative painting, it's really not expensive to sell a big hundreds of thousands, if you want to know that this is not a mechanism, but a human painting, and now the construction site can still earn hundreds a day, not to mention this group of quasi-artists.

"Mr. Bian, come with one?"

A person saw Bian Rui and greeted him with a smile.

Bian Rui smiled and waved his hand: "Forget it, I don't have time today!"

Bian Rui was about to walk inside, when he suddenly saw a figure in front of him rushing down on a small motorcycle, almost crashing into Bian Rui's car.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The person who drove the motorcycle lowered his head, and without looking at Bian Rui, he threw down two words of sorry and walked towards the entrance of the village.

Bian Rui knows this person, that is, the companion of the painter he introduced to Zhou Zheng, the life of the two of them has been too bad for more than a year, the one introduced by Bian Rui signed the gallery, and Zhou Zheng is also very powerful, now he has really become a cutting-edge artist, and he has already shown his prominence in the Chinese painting circle, and his income has reached eight or nine hundred thousand yuan in a year, and the manager of the gallery under Zhou Zheng is still very standard, not only in China, but also abroad, and now he has arranged this to be a guest professor at an American university, teaching American children to paint Chinese paintings and understand Chinese art, anyway, now one of the two friends is a popular fried chicken, and the other continues to be nothing.

"Old Yang, old Yang!"

Just when Bian Rui's mind was running the train, the one that Bian Rui introduced to Zhou Zheng trotted out and chased after his partner.

The one who rode the motorcycle stopped, but did not turn his face, but directly stretched out his hand: "Don't mind, let's break up today, I wish you a bright future, you should also wish me a smooth journey, there is no need for the two old men to cry, we have known each other since we were twenty years old, and now it has been thirteen years, there is no banquet in the world, and today our fate is over."

The one who chased him out had a bitter look: "Lao Yang, what are you talking about, Xiao Chen doesn't have a heart, and you think too much......."

"Alright, let's go!"

After saying that, as soon as he twisted the handle and put the accelerator on the accelerator, he quickly disappeared at the entrance of the village.

The companion who chased out looked into the distance, and kept shaking his head: "Why is this so!"

Bian Rui didn't ask when he saw it, but he was curious, so he turned to Fu Qingxu's small courtyard and stopped the car.

Now there are melons, fruits and pears in the small yard, the whole small yard is like a small orchard, the old man Fu is holding a small scissors to cut plums for his little grandson, the little guy is holding a small basket, looking at his grandfather.

"Xiao Bian is here, come, taste a plum, this plum is of good variety, not sweet and sour at all" Old man Fu saw Bian Rui enter the courtyard, smiled and handed Bian Rui a fruit.

Bian Rui took a paper bag out of the back compartment, and the paper bag contained two oxtails, which was specially asked by the old man Fu to Bian Rui, saying that it was to cure the little grandson's frightening dreams or something, anyway, Bian Rui didn't understand, as soon as the four little things in his house were on the bed, there was nothing to be shocked.

When the old man Fu saw it, he shouted at the house, and immediately the old man's daughter ran out, took the oxtail in Bian Rui's hand and went into the house, while Bian Rui washed his hands, picked up the plums and ate them.

"The taste is really good, this plum variety is good, what variety, if there are seedlings, give me one or two, and I will plant it when I go home!" Bian Rui said.

"Yes, I'll dig it up for you later, this is newly cultivated by the Agricultural Research Institute, I just happened to see it, they said it was not sour, so I brought two of them, but I didn't expect the result to be really not sour" Old Man Fu said with a smile and continued to twist the fruit.

Bian Rui finished eating one here, stretched out his hand and pulled another one from the tree, and when Old Man Fu saw that Bian Rui liked to eat, he simply gave Bian Rui a small basket and asked Bian Rui to take it with him when he left.