Wen Shizhang, who got out of the car, looked around, and praised Bian Ruizan: "Your place is very good, there is a kind of ancient meaning, I think it has an artistic conception than many ancient temples, although it is not as vast and extensive as them, but it is better than the artistic conception, a quiet and elegant rare blessed place for cultivating the mind!"

"It's been taught, it's been taught, it's not mine, it's been passed down by my master, where am I better than his old man," Bian Rui said politely.

As soon as he heard Bian Rui point out to the master, Wen Shizhang suddenly looked yearning, and then said with annoyance: "It's a pity, there is a master like your master in the world, and what's worse is that I haven't heard of it or visited it, which is really a big regret in life."

Bian Rui smiled and said: "I guess even if you come, my master won't see you, he doesn't have much interest in interacting with people, and it's worthless for fame and fortune, okay, let's not talk about this, what about your luggage, I'll take you to the room."

Bian Rui saw that Zhou Zheng's face was almost green, and he was probably sour by the conversation between himself and Wen Shizhang, so he immediately asked if Wen Shizhang had brought his luggage.

When Wen Shizhang heard this, he casually opened the car door, and then pulled out a small backpack from the back compartment, which was an ordinary backpack, army green, and it didn't look very high-end, similar to a bag for more than 20 yuan in the free market.

"That's all?" Bian Rui asked.

Wen Shizhang threw the bag on his back and smiled at Bian Rui: "You have a piano and wine here, what am I going to bring so many things for, by the way, how is my piano made?"

For his question, Bian Rui had already been prepared, and when he asked, he smiled and replied: "Don't worry, when you settle down, I will take you to see your piano, but the piano has only been painted for the first time now, and you can't use strings to test the sound."

"It's okay, it's okay, I just want to see if you're lazy," Wen Shizhang said with a laugh.

Bian Rui shook his head speechlessly, led Wen Shizhang to the courtyard, and then took him to the west wing to settle down.

Wen Shizhang threw his bag on the bed, and looked around like a curious baby, he had seen ancient Chinese buildings and stayed in ancient temples, but it was the first time he lived in an ancient Chinese house in the style of the Tang Dynasty. Tang-style buildings are beautiful and atmospheric, there is no carved beams and paintings at all, unlike Ming and Qing Dynasty buildings, in order to show their luxury often painted three layers inside and three layers outside, and Tang-style buildings are usually two colors, refreshing and clean.

Because of the ancestor's state of mind, the entire courtyard originally had a trace of a vulgar feeling of quiet thought, although it had been ruined by Bian Rui, a layman, but that kind of fairy spirit was still preserved.

This kind of fairyland is very much Wen Shizhang's appetite, in fact, in terms of the belief in Chinese culture that is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, I am afraid that 99% of the Chinese in the country are not qualified to say that he is a Chinese in front of him, although he has a white skin, but for the subset of classics and history, the hundred schools of thought know no less than a professor of a Chinese department.

So Wen Shizhang's heartfelt exclamation came from time to time in Bian Rui's ears.

Even the corridor has to be watched for ten minutes, sighing for four or five minutes, Bian Rui really has no time to spend with him, unless everyone is hungry at noon to accompany Wen Shizhang to open his mouth and drink the wind.

"You watch slowly, I'll come when I go," Bian Rui said to Wen Shizhang.

"Go, go!" Wen Shizhang didn't have time to think about anything else now, he just wanted to appreciate this Chinese architecture that imitated the Tang Dynasty.

When Bian Rui heard this, he turned his head and went out of the courtyard to find Zhou Zheng,

When he went out of the door, he found Zhou Zheng, the kid, lying under the shade of the tree, looking at the little fox lying on the branch not far away, and he didn't know how the little fox provoked him, anyway, when Bian Rui walked to his side, he heard him scolding in his mouth.

"Hey, go and greet Wen Shizhang for me!"

When Zhou Zheng heard this, he immediately shook his head and twisted his body to the side: "You spare me, I really can't accompany him, look at the sour smell when you two see each other, it's more sour than a green mulberry."

Speaking of this, Zhou Zheng pinched his throat: "You have a piano and wine here...... Life is fast".

"I said that the two of you should simply change into Hanfu, wrap your hair and say directly that the ancient text is good," Zhou Zhengdao said.

"I'm going to accompany you for lunch, what's going on, why are you going to cook?" Bian Rui felt that if it wasn't soft, it would have to be hard.

Zhou Zhenggang wanted to speak, but when he heard movement down the slope, after waiting for him to see the person clearly, he laughed and said, "Oh, the savior is here!"

Bian Rui saw that it was the two old men Yan and Wu who came up, so he threw down Zhou Zheng and greeted him with a smile.

After saying hello to the two old men, Bian Rui invited the two into the courtyard.

Old Man Wu asked, "Are the guests here?"

"I'm here, I'm looking at the yard," Bian Rui said.

Zhou Zheng saw that the two old men immediately rolled up from the recliner and stood next to Bian Rui.

"Xiao Zhou, are you here too?" said the old man with a smile.

"Mr. Wu, I was called to accompany the guest," Zhou Zheng said with a smile.

There was a hint of respect in the tone of the reply.

"Let's go in and meet the guests," said Old Man Yan.

So a group of people went into the courtyard.

At this time, Wen Shizhang was already standing in the middle of the courtyard, looking at the floor-to-ceiling glass windows in the west wing from his current position, and sighing.

"Alas, alas, loser, loser, don't feel sorry for the cub selling Yetian......

Old Man Yan looked back at Bian Rui, and obviously asked in his eyes: This is the guest you invited?

Bian Rui smiled awkwardly, then stepped forward to wake up Wen Shizhang, who was scolding him, and then introduced the big guy.

Wen Shizhang heard that the ancient literary attainments of Old Man Yan and Old Man Wu were not bad, so he enthusiastically pulled the two to talk.

Originally, at the beginning, the two old men Wu and Yan didn't care, thinking that you are a stupid foreigner who understands the breadth and profundity of Chinese culture, but after chatting for five minutes, the two immediately changed their minds, and they found that in Chinese culture, especially Taoist culture, Shizhang still faintly surpassed them, and even had very unique insights in some places.

Now the three of them got together and chatted warmly.

Bian Rui didn't need Zhou Zheng anymore, so he silently retreated to the side and went into the kitchen to cook his own dishes.

When cooking, Bian Rui raised his head from time to time, and he could hear the hearty laughter of the servants talking and laughing in the yard.

When the meat was ready, Bian Rui sent one to his parents' house, and the one he left at home was accompanied by soaked dried mushrooms, and the soup of the steamed meat was put into the bowl and began to be steamed.

"Bian Rui, Bian Rui, come here, you said you took me to see the piano!"

Wen Shizhang saw Bian Rui coming out of the kitchen, and then he remembered his piano, in order to show off to the two new friends, Wen Shizhang asked Bian Rui to take everyone to see the piano. At this time, Wen Shizhang completely forgot that the two old men Yan and Wu had stayed in the village longer than him.

Bian Rui didn't say anything, and took the servants into the studio in the West Chamber, turned the pile of materials that exuded the smell of wood, and came to the workbench, and the two and a half beds of new pianos on the table were prepared for Wen Shizhang.

Seeing the two beds lying on the workbench, Wen Shizhang asked, "Which bed is mine and which one is from Terashima?"

"He's not made yet, to be exact, these two beds are yours, but one bed is saved, and when the piano is completed, the bed you pick will be taken away, and the remaining bed can only be burned as firewood," Bian Rui said.

As soon as these words came out, the whole house was shocked.

"Why? Is the piano bad?" asked the old man.

Old Man Yan said with a smile at this time: "You are making a gimmick, right?"

This is only suitable for Master Yan, who makes Bian Rui think about other people's daughters in his heart.

Bian Rui couldn't take this seriously, in fact, he didn't take it seriously, he just shook his head and said: "I want to take out the best piano every time and make myself the most satisfied."

As he spoke, he came to the outermost bed and tapped the piano gently, and the sound of the piano made a clear echo, as if his fingers were tapping on the jade. Then he stretched out his hand and knocked on the other bed, and the same sound was like that of a bed of harps if he didn't listen carefully.

"Isn't it the same?" Wen Shizhang frowned.

When he said this, Wen Shizhang's frowning brows suddenly expanded: "Can you reach such a state?"

Wu and Yan both play the piano, even if Old Man Yan and Bian Rui spend more time together, they will simply stroke two simple minor tunes, which are also laymen, so they can't hear the connotation of these two piano tones at all.

This is the so-called insider's doorway, layman's watch.

Bian Rui smiled and tapped twice more and asked, "How?"

Wen Shizhang's brows tightened again, and after a long while, his face showed a bitter face, and he sighed: "How do you let me choose?!"

"That's your business!" Bian Rui smiled when he saw Wen Shizhang's appearance.

Wen Shizhang walked to the workbench and knocked on the piano himself, listening intently as he tapped.

After knocking back and forth like this for more than ten times, it took almost twenty minutes, and the two old men Wu and Yan couldn't stand still.

"It's all the same!"

Bian Rui said softly: "You two are not playing the piano, I don't know the difference, the so-called miss, the truth is that it is a thousand miles away, it sounds the same to you, in his heart, it is like a fish and a bear's paw I don't know how to choose."

"Then which one do you say is the fish and which is the bear's paw?"

Bian Rui snorted: "The matter of choosing the piano is not in me!"

Wen Shizhang's face became even more bitter at this time, and he asked Bian Rui: "I'll ask for another piano, I really can't give up any bed with this piano."

"No, one bed into one bed is the rule!" Bian Rui said.

Hearing Bian Rui say this, Wen Shizhang stopped talking, he understands Chinese culture, and knows that Bian Rui can't be classified in the category of ingenuity piano making anyway, no matter how you say it, it has to be attributed to the literati violin, the craftsman makes the violin for money, and the literati make the violin has more problems, not to mention that Bian Rui is still a person who is not short of money, he may not be as rich as many people, but his heart is richer than most people, so money can't restrain him.

"Look at it then, if you really can't give it up, just touch the bed blindfolded," Wen Shizhang said regretfully.