After a small drink, everyone was a little drunk.

"I can't drink anymore!" Old Man Yan covered his wine dispenser and said to Old Man Wu: "Old Witch, let's leave some amount at noon, anyway, Lao Wen won't leave, don't let the guests drink it, let's get drunk with the wine, that's not like it!"

When Old Man Wu heard this, he turned his head to look at Wen Shizhang, and stretched out the copper wine jug in front of him.

Wen Shizhang also stretched out his hand and covered the mouth of the wine dispenser, and at the same time shook his head again and again: "No, no, I've drunk a lot, I'm still waiting for you to take me to the river to bathe in the afternoon, and then get a big watermelon to cool off."

"That's right, that's right, then let's drink less?" asked the old man Wu Guanglong.

Bian Rui, as the host, naturally can't let everyone not drink, which seems a bit childish in the communication of the Chinese people, but the remaining four people agreed to stop the battle at noon and wait for the night when everyone picks up the lights and fights at night.

After collecting the wine, eating another round of dishes, and cleaning the rest for the big ash, Bian Rui went into the kitchen to make a pot of sobering tea for everyone.

"Bian Rui, is there anyone at home?"

After everyone finished drinking tea and rested for about half an hour, the wine of physical strength dissipated, and waiting for the spirit to come up, Old Man Yan asked Bian Rui.

"What do you want?"

"Tires, recliners, ......," Old Man Yan said with his fingers crossed one by one.

Bian Rui smiled: "Yes, I'll go and prepare to go, and when the time comes, let's transport it over by tricycle, do you have anything to do?"

Zhou Zheng was about to open his mouth, but Old Man Wu said: "Don't isolate yourself from the masses, Xiao Zhou!"

Zhou Zheng raised his hand with a bitter face: "Count me in!"

Bian Rui stood up with a smile, walked to the small warehouse, and took out a few folding reclining chairs made of bamboo from inside, and then added a small folding square table, plus three black tires large and small in the house, almost filling a tricycle.

When Bian Rui put everything on the tricycle, Old Man Wu, with Old Man Yan and Wen Shizhang, turned into old naughty boys, and sat on the tricycle with his ass crooked.

Bian Rui had no choice, so he rode a tricycle with the two old men, and followed Zhou Zheng to ride to the lake in the village.

Halfway through, Zhou Zheng took over Bian Rui's work and became a pedaler, while Bian Rui walked below.

"Lao Wen, can you sing?" Old Man Wu is in a beautiful mood now.

Wen Shizhang asked, "What song?"

"Wow after drinking our wine...... This song!" asked the old man.

Wen Shizhang listened to it and said: "A song that has been around for a long time, it seems that it was a song that became popular in the first few years of my coming to Chinese mainland, and the youngest people who listen to this song are now in their thirties, right?"

"He can't do other songs, he's just an old thing! Only these old songs, he wants to be like young people, what kind of long and short sentences are there, is he here?" said Old Man Yan with a smile.

"Long and short sentences, that's called rap!" said the old man with disdain.

Everyone is a little drunk now, even if they drink a sobering soup, everyone is more indulgent than usual, although the two old men love to be lively, and now they are also famous old naughty boys in the village, but they really haven't done this thing of singing loudly.

"Old things are old things!" Old Man Wu laughed and said: "When we were young, there was nothing, now the days are better, we have become the sunset, and the rest is only near dusk, but we can't serve the old wow, this good day can't be exclusive to the children now, our generation has to catch up, what's wrong with living freely?"

Old Man Wu seems to have a lot of feelings.

Old man Yan saw that what his old friend said seemed to be going in a heavy direction, so he laughed and said: "You still have a few decades to live, look at the old people in the village, which one is not eighty or ninety years old and still alive, how old are we now, according to the current age of the people, there are still more than twenty Chinese New Year's Eve years to live, rest assured, you will live a long time." Isn't it said as the old saying goes, good people don't live long, disasters live for thousands of years, and you are such a bad person, you used to be hated by people with itchy teeth, and you will die if you don't live to be 800 years old!"

"You only live a thousand years old, when I am the eighth king?" When Old Man Wu heard it, he felt that what his old friend said was right, even if he didn't live as long as the old people in Bianjia Village, he would be comfortable staying here for ten years.

Thinking of this, the old man Wu shouted loudly at the top of his throat: "After drinking our drips, I don't cough ...... when I breathe up and down."

The old man and son drank quite completely, and there was no repetition of more than ten sentences, and when the old man sang it for the second time, Wen Shizhang and Old Man Yan also sang along.

The four of them sang an unknown old song, and a rough and heroic feeling was suddenly set off. But if you want to have this feeling, you have to close your eyes, you can't look at this person, if you look at that heroic feeling, it disappears, and only three old drunken maniacs are left.

The tricycle arrived at the shore of the lake, walked north for four or five minutes and then arrived at the side of the lush small forest, the river embankment here is not loess, the road is not a cement road, but a bluestone road, a large stone slab paved a stone road about three hundred meters long, about five meters wide, there is a T-shaped intersection at one hundred meters in the road, go up along the intersection, a few steps is a stone memorial arch, after the stone memorial arch and then go up dozens of steps is a stone platform, there is a large stone incense burner on the stone platform, and there is an altar.

The altar is the end from the appearance, but further up, climb up the slope over a hill, halfway up the mountainside is where the Bian family is the ancestral tomb is located, the ancestral tomb is buried in the most direct blood relatives of Bian Rui, from the Ming Dynasty to the generation of the grandfather, full of thousands of graves. And that's not even counting the extinct families in history.

That's why the road doesn't lead directly to the ancestral grave, in fact, it is afraid that people will dig it, and it will be difficult to dig it if there is no way to go over.

The trees here are very large and thick, and the smallest one has to be hugged by two people, so it is impossible to see the sun overhead in this forest, so the temperature in this forest is two or three degrees lower than outside in the middle of summer.

There is no need to use temperature measurement, and as soon as the tricycle comes in, everyone feels a gentle cool breeze blowing in their faces. For this person who has just been outside for about ten minutes, it is called a comfort, and it seems that every hair on his body is dancing lightly in the wind.

At this time, most of the old and young masters of Bianjia Village gathered here, and more than 200 people gathered here, which made this place look like a small park in a big city, and they gathered together for leisure and entertainment.

Most of the men are playing chess, poker, and of course, mahjong, which is a common pastime that can be seen here. The old men played chess and cards, and the women of the village gathered around to make silk, and now they all had more or less string-making work, and now was not the time for them to be lazy.

As for the children now, they are playing in the water, and those who don't play in the water are either lying on the small cool bed and taking a nap, or holding a watermelon or melon or something to eat.

When people arrive here, they not only feel cooler, but also feel that time has slowed down all of a sudden, and even greeting others seems to be two or three seconds slower than in the city, and everyone exudes a kind of leisurely relaxation.

"Bian Rui?!"

After Zhou Zheng stopped the car, Old Man Wu shouted at Bian Rui at the top of his voice.

Old man Yan said: "It's good to find a place with few people to stop for a while, what are you yelling about, you see everyone is noisy."

"It's okay, it's okay, why are you two interested in coming here?"

A villager asked at Old Man Yan.

Everyone knows that Old Man Yan and Old Man Wu generally enjoy the cool at noon on the side of the creek near the small courtyard of Banpo, support a fishing rod to make a small umbrella, lie down for an afternoon, and wait to wake up when they may have dinner in the evening.

"Why can't I come?"

"If not, it's too late for us to be happy, come, come, I'll give you a place here."

The one who spoke moved his ass to make way for a position, probably because he didn't feel that the position was big enough, and stretched out his foot again, and used his big toe to clamp the person next to him.

"Do you have eyes, hurry up and get out of the way!"

The cousin next to him glanced at his cousin and was about to say a few words, but when he turned his head to take a look, he saw that it was Old Man Yan on the side, and immediately smiled and moved to the open space more than twenty meters away.

Old Man Yan was polite, and at this time, Bian Rui had already walked to a place about ten meters away from the tricycle.

"Isn't there a place, it's set up," Bian Rui said.

Bian Rui was about to work, and several juniors next to him immediately got up, and all the reclining chairs were spread out in three times and five by five, and the small square table was also set up, and as for what kind of tea, pot, etc., Bian Rui brought were also placed in their respective positions.

The few tires that were brought in were also pumping with a pump.

Waiting for Wen Shizhang and a few people to sit down, they suddenly felt the essence of this kind of rural coolness, that is, casual and natural, don't think about anything in your head.

"Where do you change your clothes?" Wen Shizhang saw that the lake water was crystal clear, and suddenly wanted to go down for a swim, and then said that he was sweating all the way, and when he arrived here, he was naturally a little sticky when he was blown by a small cool breeze.

"You're not wearing underwear?" asked the old man.

Wen Shizhang said: "No, I wore a boxer!"

"That's okay, take it off here, no one watches, everyone is like this, you think everyone is very simple. By the way, no, isn't there a celestial beach in the United States?"

"I'm afraid that everyone will be embarrassed!" Wen Shizhang is also a person who is open-minded.

The old man Wu said: "Okay, let's go down and swim together, this whole body is like a layer of mud."

As he spoke, the old man began to take off his big pants outside, and soon the boxers inside were exposed.

When Wen Shizhang saw it, he also followed his example, and only a pair of underwear was left on his body, and then the two walked into the lake side by side.