The weather has cooled down day by day, especially in the mountains, which is at least three or four degrees lower than the mountain pass, at this time, both Bian Rui and the villagers have put on sweaters, and some people even put on thin cotton clothes, anyway, everyone is starting to meet the appearance of winter.

Now there is no farm work in the countryside, except for the old ladies and daughters-in-law in the village, most of the old and young masters have begun to live idlely.

For example, most of the idle people in the village are playing mahjong or something, but there are very few mahjong players in Bianjia Village, and most of the old and young masters can find their own work, digging winter bamboo shoots, shaving lotus roots, etc., as long as there is work in their eyes, there is work everywhere.

Bian Rui naturally fiddles with his own wood here, and the wood on the ranch doesn't need Bian Rui to fiddle with, but Hu Shuo's set of married guys even wants Bian Rui to do it himself.

Anyway, Bian Rui is also enjoying it, the only thing that makes Bian Rui a little unhappy is the bee, from the recording came back Bian Rui thought of a few tricks but it had no effect on them, but fortunately, now the weather is getting colder and colder, and these things are coming out less and less, and Bian Rui can bear it for the time being.

It is difficult for people who have not lived in Jiangnan to understand the cold in Jiangnan, such as how many degrees below zero in the north, but if it is under the same temperature, Jiangnan feels much colder than in the north, because the cold in Jiangnan is wet and cold, the kind that drills the bones, not to mention the northerners who are not adaptable, even many Jiangnan people can't stand it, and there is no way to collectively heat the collective heating, only to solve it yourself, such as Bian Rui installed floor heating at home.

The small floor is warmed up, only wearing a single coat, and suddenly feels that spring is back all of a sudden, Bian Rui is sitting in the house and admiring his new paintings, and from time to time he praises himself, I have to say that the level of Bian Rui's painting has risen a little, and now it is almost able to do both god and shape, but it is still the same, the world is invincible, and he can't do anything about painting, and even a chicken eating rice is not necessarily a good painting.

Old man Yan walked into the yard at this time, and saw that his son-in-law had already turned on the heating at this time, and immediately smiled: "When will you turn on the heating?"

"Anyway, it's already five or six degrees at night, why don't you open it now?" Bian Rui directly spread out the painting in his hand on the table, and motioned for his father-in-law to come over and enjoy it.

When Old Man Yan saw it, he suddenly became interested, and when he came to the table, he forgot what he was going to do. Weng and his son-in-law began to communicate.

After the old man's mobile phone rang, the old man turned around, and after answering the mobile phone, he was submissive to the mobile phone for a while, and the waist pole immediately straightened up as soon as the mobile phone was turned off.

"Your mother-in-law asked you to see if the vegetables at home were pickled, why did they all have mildew," said Old Man Yan.

Bian Rui didn't even need to guess the appearance of the old man to know that the call must have come from the old mother-in-law, but he was still a little curious when he knew it, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Why is Mom free to stay at home today if she doesn't go to rub the strings?"

Self-price mixed into the ranks of the vast number of working people, Bian Rui's mother-in-law and the wife of the old man Wu, both of them seemed to have jobs all of a sudden, the interest was like a young man, and the enthusiasm was great, I had never heard of the two of them arriving late and leaving early, how could I have time at home today and remembered the sauerkraut she pickled.

"Who knows, I didn't ask, you hurry up, I was angry when I called just now!" said Old Man Yan.

Bian Rui asked, "You won't go back with me?"

"I'll look at the painting again, you go first, I'll come over later" Master Yan ignored his son-in-law and waved his hand and continued to admire the painting on the table.

After hearing this, Bian Rui walked to the door, put on his coat, put on his hat, put on his shoes, came to the yard, got on a motorcycle, and went to his father-in-law's house.

When he arrived at the Banpo courtyard, Bian Rui found that the door of the old man's house was locked, and the old RV that was originally parked at the door was also missing.

After passing through the small courtyard where Jing Lu and Mo Sheng lived, I found that these two people were not lazy, one was practicing and the other was practicing the recipes copied by Bian Rui.

When he arrived at the door of his father-in-law's house, Bian Rui propped the car directly at the door, and the person entered the yard.

"Xiaorui, why did you come here, I've been waiting for you for a long time" When the mother-in-law saw Bian Rui coming in, she immediately motioned for Bian Rui to follow her.

Bian Rui followed the old mother-in-law to the backyard, and before he entered the house, he smelled a pungent smell from the house. As soon as he smelled this, Bian Rui knew that this jar of sauerkraut was finished.

"How's it going?" asked the mother-in-law with a concerned expression.

Bian Rui stretched out his hand and lifted the vegetable pressing stone on it, and found that the vegetables under the stone were old and moldy, and they belonged to the category that could not be saved.

"Throw it away, this thing can't be eaten, and you can't even feed the pigs," Bian Rui said.

"Can't you save it?" the mother-in-law was still a little unrelenting, and said hopefully to Bian Rui.

Seeing Bian Rui, he shook his head: "Then can you catch up with another vat of pickling now?"

Bian Ruiqi said: "Now another vat of pickling, don't pickle it at all, I'll send it to you in two days, I guess the days are about the same."

When the mother-in-law heard this, she immediately waved her hand: "I think it's better to pickle it yourself, by the way, this time where is the mistake, how to pickle it out is moldy, I see that your pickles are foamy, I came according to your steps......."

The old lady said while also showing the meaning of pondering, Bian Rui understands, this is a common problem for novices, in fact, it is mixed with raw water in the tank, what is raw water, that is, water that is not boiled, after mixing with raw water, some bacteria in the raw water begin to multiply and spoil a bowl of vegetables, if it is happy, after cooling and drying, then a certain kind of bacteria may not survive.

Anyway, it's roughly like this, Bian Rui hasn't studied it in depth, but he just knows that if it is in the jar or on the vegetables with raw water, then the jar of vegetables will be finished, just like the results of the sauerkraut jar of the mother-in-law now, the smell is almost disgusting.

"Maybe the tank isn't dry!" Bian Rui said casually.

As soon as she heard this explanation, her mother-in-law's face immediately lengthened: "I told this dead old man repeatedly that this tank should be cleaned, and it is so uneasy to do things ...... people."

Bian Rui looked at the old lady and complained, and smiled secretly in his heart.

After laughing, I found that both the old lady and the old man have changed a lot now, the old lady in the past said a little exquisite, living out the taste of a pearl woman, and the old man is not talking but has spoken, then it is a word, and at a glance, he knows that he is an official who has retired.

Now, the old couple's original temperament seems to be gone, the old man, like many old men in the village, saw his daughter-in-law a little afraid, it is a bit wrong to say that he is afraid, and it is almost the same to say that it is three points to please seven or eight pets.

Bian Rui stopped squeaking now, if he spoke again at this time, it would be adding fuel and vinegar, maybe the old lady would say that she mentioned it herself, and the old man would have to get something from his side before he stopped.

"What do you think he can do?" asked the old lady at Bian Rui.

Bian Rui laughed awkwardly twice and did not answer.

At this time, the old man came back by himself, and as soon as he entered the door, he shouted happily: "Old woman, I'm back!"

"Look at the good you have done!" the old lady immediately raised her eyebrows.

The old man didn't know what was wrong, so he looked at Bian Rui, and saw that Bian Rui stretched out his hand and pointed to the sauerkraut jar, so he looked serious: "What's wrong?

"Your jar is not clean, and there is raw water in it...... said the old lady.

The old man listened to it and said in a very sincere tone: "Then I'll pay attention next time, there's still a lot of time, it's a big deal, let's marinate another tank, don't be angry, if you're angry, it's not beautiful......."

Bian Rui looked up at Liang and ate the bowl of dog food from his father-in-law.

"Where can I be in a hurry, there is still more than a week to go, I said that I would send my pickled vegetables to the second sister and a few of them for them to taste, what should I do now?"

The old man said, "This is easy to do, son-in-law!"

"Huh?" Bian Rui came back to his senses.

"Don't you have vegetables at home, take a little more and let your mother send it out when the time comes!"

When Bian Rui heard this, he immediately said: "There is no problem, there is no problem with a family of thirty catties, but I don't know what the weather is like there, if it is too hot, it will be dangerous."

"How can this work?"

She said no, but the expression on the old lady's face completely betrayed her heart, and it seemed that she was waiting for everyone here.

The old lady is like this, and Bian Rui, the son-in-law, naturally wants to send the steps, and he doesn't have any eyesight, so how can he please his mother-in-law.

"Mom, they won't come over to ask, besides, this thing was originally yours, and it's right for you to take it away and give it away, isn't what I have in my house the ?...... in your family."

When this string of little ponyes was thrown over, the old lady was happy at once.

"Then I'll do it this year, and I'll pickle it myself next year, and then you must pay attention to the lesson!"

The old lady looked at her watch as she spoke, and immediately exclaimed, "Ouch, it's broken!"

"What's wrong?" Bian Rui asked.

"I'm late, I'm late, I originally made an appointment with a group of old sisters, but now it's been ten minutes, I can't say any more, I have to leave quickly!"

Saying that, the old lady ran to the front yard with a roar, and when she went out, even Bian Rui, who was in the backyard, could hear the old lady greeting Xiong Da Xiong Er.

Bian Rui didn't seem to have anything to do with himself, so he raised his feet and prepared to leave, but before he left, the corner of his eye swept into the hands of the old man, and he saw a painting in his hand.

"I said Dad, you don't want to hack my painting again, do you?"

Bian Rui was speechless, every time the old man took a fancy to it, he started to take it directly, and he used to find an excuse or something, but now he is becoming less and less particular.

"Look at your stinginess, can't you borrow it?" said the old man, but the hand holding the painting went straight back.

"Hey, Da Rui, don't you have much paper over there?" the old man reminded Bian Rui.

The paper made by Bian Rui here is all handmade, and the ancient method is also used, the ancestor has lived for such a long time, and he is particular about this place, whether it is ink or paper, and Bian Rui has learned it. Of course, Bian Rui also learned a fur, using the words of the ancestor to use the second-rate piano, the third-rate book, the fourth-rate painting, and the non-mainstream chess.

"I don't have much paper, and I can't do it, it's very troublesome to make," Bian Rui said.

Paper is difficult to make and the material is not local, the same rice paper is produced in different places and the effect is different, such as Bian Rui's ancestor likes the rice paper produced in Huzhou in Mingzhong, the ancestor saved more than a dozen knives, and when it was passed to Bian Rui, it was two or three knives, I used to think that there was a lot of paper, and Bian Rui didn't care, but now there is only half a knife paper left, and Bian Rui naturally cherished it.

Paper, Bian Rui knows how to make it, but if you ask Bian Rui to make it, he is not interested, he would rather cut the piano for a while than be willing to make paper, and this thing is not something you can make if you know how to make it, you have to have that craftsmanship, like Bian Rui definitely does not have this craftsmanship.

"You just don't want to be motivated! when you have time, you can write down the recipe, and I will find someone to make it," said the old man.

"That's fine!"

Bian Rui readily agreed.

As soon as Bian Rui walked to the front yard, he heard his nephew rushing in: "Nineteen uncles, nineteen uncles, the eldest master told you to go to his house."

"What's wrong?" Bian Rui was shocked, and thought that something had happened to his grandfather's body.

"I heard that the third grandfather of the capital really can't do it this time," the nephew said.

When Bian Rui heard this, he was stunned for a moment before he remembered that it was the third uncle who was kicked out of the house, and he couldn't help but say when he thought of this: Didn't you say that it didn't work last year, why did it last another year?

Bian Rui and he can't talk about their relationship, so naturally they don't have that respect.