Yan Lan also saw it at this time, and opened her mouth to ask, "Dad, why did you make up so much?"

"This is your fourth uncle's family, this is your seventh uncle's family, and this is your thirteenth uncle's family...... They all thought they were making it ugly, and they said let me make it simpler, and they would just take it home and cover it with paper. By the way, take one back to your family."

"We made it up ourselves," Bian Rui interjected.

Who knew that the old man glared at his son: "Where can I talk to you? I asked Xiaolan if she wanted one from her parents' house, and you answered very quickly."

"Okay, just if I didn't say it?" Bian Rui smiled and admitted, and then walked to his father's side, and saw that there was still a bundle of smoked bamboo at his father's feet.

Bian Rui's father pulled out the bamboo strips is the best in the whole village, but also the best in ten miles and eight villages, don't look at the small bamboo sliver, want to smoke a beautiful and beautiful, it is not easy, an old scorn craftsman just by hand feeling, the scorn made can reach the difference of hair, hundreds of thousands of slivers, just like a machine made out.

Some people say that the machine is so good, how can it still be artificial? For the old craftsmen, the scorn made by the machine is soulless, although it is said that one or two can not be seen, but when a lot of slivers form a utensil, a closer look will find that the scorn of the mechanism is stiff, not as good as the handmade moist.

Yan Lan saw that the pony braided by her father-in-law was very lively, so she asked, "Dad, your braided pony is too fine, isn't it? It's a pity to burn it in the afternoon."

Bian Rui's father said: "Where did I make up this to burn, I made a sample, and when I was free, I made a wooden horse for the little grandchildren who were about to be born, and shook the blue or something." But your mother is afraid that you will dislike it, because today's children don't use this for a long time, all of them are bought trolleys, and one race is more expensive, saying what kind of pollution-free it, but I see, no matter how pollution-free it is, it will not be cleaner than this bamboo, after all, that thing is plastic, and it cannot be safer than natural bamboo."

Yan Lan listened and said: "I think this thing is very good, but Dad, don't be so tired, it doesn't cost much to buy a car, but you don't know how much effort it takes to make it up."

Yan Lan said as she reached out to play with the little bamboo horse in her hand, because her father-in-law was too detailed and cute, which made her feel a little lovely.

Bian Rui's father saw that his daughter-in-law really liked this thing, and he was not polite to him, so he smiled and said: "Hey, what is the hard work, this person can't be idle, as soon as he is idle, he will be sick immediately, there are so many long-lived people in our village that everyone should understand this truth, work until death, there are things to worry about every day, naturally sleep well and eat well, and the body can get full exercise every day, and it is difficult to live long."

Seeing that his daughter-in-law likes it, his thoughts can be realized, so Bian Rui's father is very happy.

It's not that Bian Rui's father is eccentric, in the past, when Bian Jingjing was a child, the old man was very interested in making it up, but Wang Jie was useless, he said yes, turned his head back to Mingzhu and gave the old man the things he made up to others, and when he returned to the old man, he said that her leader liked it very much, so she gave it to others.

In fact, the old man also knew that it was his daughter-in-law who thought that she had made something dirty, and she couldn't find a good reason to throw it away.

The old man didn't know that because of this incident, Bian Rui had been unhappy with Wang Jie for a few days, but Bian Rui also understood in his heart that his father's thoughts were decades ago, and he felt that beautiful things must not be in Wang Jie's eyes, this is the aesthetic difference between the two generations, and he looks down on his in-laws if he is not attentive.

Because of this, the old man was unhappy for a few days, and now he saw that Yan Lan really liked these old crafts, so he said, "Why don't I draw a cradle for each child again?"

"Dad, that's not good, these four cradles are a lot of work to weave," Yan Lan said.

At this time, Bian Rui's mother walked out of the bedroom and saw Yan Lan coming, so she said hello to her daughter-in-law: "Xiao Lan is here, if you really like it, follow your father's idea, anyway, he has nothing to do during this time of the year, find something to do for him can also let him play two less mahjong games and lose a little less money!"

Tomorrow is the twenty-fourth, that is, the day of sending the God of Wealth, which is roughly the same as today, except that the God of Wealth originally had a mount, so everyone did not need to prepare horses for the God of Wealth.

Between sending away the God of Wealth to the God of Wealth, that is, on the fifth day of the first lunar month, the village can gamble, and at this time, the God of Wealth will not go to complain, because he is not in the world.

Playing cards has become a kind of life, and people like Bian Rui and his son who don't play cards all year round are naturally more likely to lose more and win less, and it is normal to lose three or five hundred yuan after a year.

The God of Wealth rides a tiger, and the Lord of the Stove has to ask someone to send a horse.

It can be seen that the gods are also divided into levels, and there are rich and poor. Look at the God of Wealth, who rides a tiger, but what about the Lord of the Stove? He doesn't even have a special mount of his own, and in the real world, this is at best a township cadre, because he doesn't even have a bus. Do you dare to say that you are a powerful faction?

"Mom, I really like it, but I'm afraid that these four cradles will tire Dad," Yan Lan Zhengse said.

"Then you don't care! I'll make it look good then," Bian Rui's father had a smile on his face when he heard this, as if he thought it was an honor for him to be able to weave a cradle for his grandson.

Bian Rui picked out two slivers here, pulled them out, and came back and bent them a few times, the slivers were full of toughness, even if Bian Rui tossed back and forth about thirty centimeters and folded them once, after four or five times, he didn't see any meaning of breaking them at all.

"Dad, didn't you rob me of my business, I said that the cradle matter was handed over to me. What are you doing with a pole here?" Bian Rui grumbled at his father as he adjusted the bamboo scorn in his hand.

"Do you feel itchy? You will be your cradle and I will be my cradle, and when the time comes, it will be better to see which of my eldest grandchildren and grandchildren like to sleep?" said Bian Rui's father.

Bian Rui said: "How old are they, where can they know which one is comfortable, and when they know which one is comfortable, they won't sleep on this thing for a long time when they know which one is comfortable......."

The more he said the end, the smaller Bian Rui's tone became, because he found that his own Lao Tzu was now staring at him, and a small fire seemed to be burning in his eyes. So he didn't mention it anymore. I'm afraid that if I mention it again, my father will have to give himself a set of mixed yuan punches.

"What are you going to do with the scorn, take two or three more, one is enough" Bian Rui's father looked at his son unpleasantly at this time, and he was thinking about his little grandson sleeping in the cradle he had made himself, and this fucking thing immediately jumped out to block him.

The old man is now thinking in his heart: This son used to think it was very good, why is he about to have a grandson, why is the son more and more annoying!"

"My father-in-law wants one over there, and I want one here, just to see if the Mo Sheng family has one, if the Mo Sheng family doesn't have one, I'll send him one," Bian Rui shook the contempt in his hand and said.

Bian Rui's father said: "Both of them are novices, you can just take two of them, and save them from making it up themselves."

Yan Lan smiled when she heard this: "My dad is making it up at home, and my mother said that our family's stove prince is more likely to come to heaven than other people's families, because our horses run ...... slower."

Yan Lan told her in-laws about this as a joke.

Bian Rui's father was not happy, but said with a smile: "I couldn't get it right at first, when I was a child, I was trained by my father because of this thing, and then I got older and practiced more, and I slowly started to do it well."

Bian Rui saw that he was a bit of an outsider at this time, and his parents were all focused on their daughter-in-law, so they didn't look at themselves at all, so they were very interested in preparing to deliver the goods.

"Dad, Mom, I'm leaving!"

Bian Rui said and stood at the door and raised his feet to go out, but his eyes were observing his parents. The two of them really didn't disappoint Bian Rui, and when they heard this, they waved their hands almost casually at the same time, but they didn't even give their son a look, and their eyes were full of the shadow of their daughter-in-law's slight belly.

Bian Rui felt that he should not be humiliated, and he should do his own thing honestly.

I returned home with the grate, tied up my pony by dividing it by two, and began to cover the horse's body with paper, which was specially produced by the town, a bit like rice paper, but softer, and easier to fit on the bamboo skeleton.

It's not the first time Bian Rui has done this. Three times five divided by two, in less than ten minutes, a beautiful little red horse was born from Bian Rui's hands. Although it looks a bit cartoonish, anyone can tell at a glance that this is a horse, not a donkey.

After tying his own, Bian Xian took the remaining two slivers, tied them with ropes, hung them on the head of the motorcycle, and drove towards the small courtyard of Banpo.

When he arrived at the old man's house, Bian Rui pushed open the courtyard door and walked in, and found through the glass that the old couple were now sitting in the hall, tossing the horse of the stove prince together.

When he came to the main room, Bian Rui put down the grate in his hand.

"Dad, Mom, what are you doing here?"

Bian Rui felt that the old man and the old lady seemed to be doing this, if he didn't know the two of them, Bian Rui might think that these two people were the grandfather and grandmother of the stove king who walked down from the stove painting.

"Ouch!"

The two of them, who were originally concentrating, were startled by Bian Rui's words, and the old man almost threw away the tweezers in his hand.

"Come in and don't squeak! I'm scared that everything is broken," the old man stretched out his hand and pressed the things he made that didn't look like horses and pigs.

"You have to pay for the loss of things!"

"Hey! obviously he can't do it, he has to make excuses, Xiao Rui don't listen to him, he is old and the lake is painted" Bian Rui's mother-in-law said with a smile.

The old man who said this blushed, but he quickly recovered.

(End of chapter)