The little girl returned home, threw the things in her hand to Bian Rui, rushed into the yard and muttered, "Pony, where is my pony!"

Waiting for Bian Rui to enter the yard, he found that his daughter was staring at each other with the two little ponies in the yard, you look at me, I look at you.

"What's wrong?" asked Bian Rui, who walked up to his daughter's side.

"This, this ......" the little girl hesitated a little.

"Which one is it?" asked Bian Rui.

The little girl scratched the back of her head: "It seems to be a little big!"

"Is this still called big?" said Bian Rui with a smile.

Regardless of the little girl, Bian Rui sent the things in his hand back to the house, then took out the saddle under the eaves, walked to the side of the pony, and put the saddle on the maroon pony at will.

At this time, the little girl was holding the pony's neck, and she didn't know what she was muttering while brushing the horse's hair.

"Why is there only one saddle?" asked the little girl curiously.

Bian Rui couldn't help but be happy when he heard it: "You Uncle Zhou sent things back to your friend?" Okay, I didn't even want a pony, so don't pick the fat and pick the thin ones, come up and try how about my saddle is tied!"

After speaking, Bian Ruiyi stretched out his hand and picked up the little girl from the ground and carried it to the saddle.

"How's that?" Bian Rui asked.

The little girl nodded: "It's good!"

"Then you go around the yard first, your Aunt Yan Lan has already tried it for you, the two ponies have good tempers, and they won't fall you down......" Bian Rui was a little verbose and pulled with his daughter.

Hearing her father say this, the little girl shouted softly, and the little pony walked up in the yard, and the horse's hooves and the bluestone slabs on the ground beat a crisp music.

After walking for a while, Bian Rui gave the reins in his hand to the little girl, and then carefully protected the child.

After running two laps, the little girl quickly adapted to the pony's back, and gradually urged the pony to speed up, saying that speeding up is just trotting, just how fast the pony's four little short legs can go.

Seeing that there was no danger, Bian Rui simply stood still, and looked at his daughter with a smile on horseback like a female knight.

After about half an hour, Bian Rui said to his daughter: "It's almost, let the pony rest, we should also go to the grandparents' house for dinner."

The little girl was a little unhappy, she got a new toy, and she was in the mood, where was she willing to go to dinner honestly, blinked her eyes and said to Bian Rui: "Then shall I ride that horse?"

Bian Rui couldn't follow it, so he helped the little girl change the saddle to the back of another pony with a light golden meteor.

The two men went out of the courtyard gate, the little girl rode a pony and trotted in front, and Bian Rui followed briskly behind.

"Yo, Xiao Jingjing, where did you get this pony, it's so beautiful!"

Along the way, from time to time, someone praised him, and everyone would say that the pony was useless to Bian Rui, but no one said this to the child, and everyone praised him.

Every time she receives this kind of praise, the little girl will say with a look of anger that it was Yunyun bought by Uncle Zhou.

When she arrived in the yard, the little girl couldn't wait to introduce her pony to her grandfather and great-grandfather: "Grandpa, grandpa, look, Uncle Zhou gave me the pony."

"Good-looking, good-looking!"

The two old men couldn't stop nodding and praising each other.

Bian Rui looked at the expressions on the faces of the two of them and wanted to be happy, because when he looked at Bian Rui, he knew that these two really didn't expect that there was such a small horse in this world, and it was really useless for them to ride such a small horse.

Bian Rui's grandfather asked Bian Rui, "This thing is not cheap, is it?"

Bian Rui nodded: "A horse like this will cost at least about 100,000."

"It's so expensive, why did people give it to you?" Bian Rui's grandfather was a little worried.

Bian Rui didn't want to say that he saved someone's grandfather, so he opened his mouth and said: "I did him a favor by chance, it was originally a small thing, but this person remembers it well, and I have rejected it several times when he wants to repay me, maybe seeing that this thing is quite fun, he gave me two horses for my daughter to ride and play."

Bian Rui's grandfather listened to it and snorted.

It was Bian Rui's father who said: "Then we shouldn't accept such expensive things from others, we are just doing people a small favor, and it is not appropriate to accept things from others for nothing!"

"I see, I'm thinking about giving something in return," Bian Rui said.

Bian Rui was planning this in his heart when he accepted the pony, but he never thought of anything to give, Bian Rui wanted to send him some valuable wood, but this thing was too abrupt.

Thinking about it, Bian Rui felt that it seemed that it was better for him to send a bed of piano, and other other things Bian Rui was not easy to make, although Zhou Zheng must like to send the remnant of the longevity, but this thing Bian Rui himself has so much, there is really no way to give it away, and the rest is still counting on his relatives to be used, where is he willing to give it away.

"See for yourself, Bai Shouren always owes something to others, and in this world, only human debts are the most difficult to repay," Bian Rui's father said.

Bian Ruigong responded: "What you said is true."

Waiting for his mother and grandmother to come back, Bian Rui and his father were already busy with half of the dishes, and then they were taken over by the two.

"From tomorrow onwards, I won't have to help deliver food."

Bian Rui's mother said to her son.

"What's wrong?" Bian Rui asked.

"The work in the silkworm room is almost busy, and the silkworm babies have grown up, so it is not so troublesome to feed, and there are only such things as picking mulberries, feeding silkworms and taking sand," Bian Rui's mother said.

"Are the silkworms all right?" Bian Rui asked again.

Bian Rui's grandmother said: "The silkworms fed by the old mulberry are blue and slender, your second grandmother said that it is very good, but the silkworms fed by the transplanted mulberry leaves are obviously fattened by one and a half to two circles, and the silk spit out must be thick.

Bian Rui understood that these old ladies were going to intervene manually to cultivate silkworms in the direction of thinning and spinning silk. This is a good thing, if the silkworms fed to the new mulberry can be re-cultivated back to the level of the old mulberry silkworms, it will definitely have a huge effect on the quality of the silk strings. Naturally, the villagers will make more money.

The reason why the ice silk is good is mainly because the silk spit out by the silkworm is thin and tough, and there are many good cocoons without breaking, and the quality of the cocoons is high. There is also the silk string made, even in a humid environment, it is much better than the general silk string moisture-proof effect, the sound is smooth and natural, gorgeous and thick.

"Second grandma, second grandpa has trained manpower over there?" Bian Rui asked again.

Bian Rui's grandmother said: "I was taking classes at your second grandfather's house, and the public middle school paid for a batch of silk outside, so that the daughters-in-law of each family could learn to weave strings."

"How many people can learn it when the cocoon comes?" Bian Rui's grandfather asked at this time.

Bian Rui's grandmother said: "There must be at least a dozen people, and the person who weaves the ice string is now five of us ...... two families, waiting for the later practice to be familiar, and then pick someone to come in."

Bian Rui heard it and felt that the arrangement of this matter in the village was quite good, and he thought of all the details in an orderly manner.

"How much can be produced?" asked Bian Rui after this batch of new silk came down.

"It's definitely not much, by the middle of next year, the ice strings will be 100 strings, and there may be more ordinary strings, your second grandmother will calculate that there will be 500 to 600 strings in the current manpower, and it will be impossible to have more."

"Okay, it's not good to get too much for the first time, these things can only be sold at a high price if they are less!" Bian Rui said with a smile.

Once there are too many things, they are not worth much, and the same is true for silk strings, if there are 10,000 ice strings a year, the price is definitely not as good as a few hundred a year. And now the fame of the silk strings made in Bianjia Village has not risen, although there is Fu Qingxu's concert in front and Wen Shizhang's concert in the back, and the products of Bianjiacun string making are displayed.

But there is a process of accepting anything in the market, and after everyone in the domestic performance uses the products of Bianjiacun strings, then there will naturally be people to follow.

Everyone chatted, while preparing to eat, and when they arrived at the dinner table, they also talked about these things, and now the top priority in the village is to raise silkworms and make strings, and not many people even mention the upcoming wedding of the seven cats.

After eating, Bian Rui followed his daughter's little pony butt back to his own courtyard, and accompanied his daughter to practice the piano for a while, or the father and daughter played together for an hour, Bian Rui let her daughter watch TV for a while, and urged her to go to bed at nine o'clock.

The little girl is very good, as long as she gets on the bed, she is sleepy, and within a few minutes, she will take a small breath and fall asleep.

Bian Rui entered the space and began to pick up materials and make a bed of piano for Zhou Zheng.

Early the next morning, Bian Rui finished eating, and waited until ten o'clock, then he rode on Yan Lanchang's little sheep and suddenly arrived at the scene of the small courtyard outside the village.

Now the four houses look a little abrupt and lonely, but in front of the old man's door, people's small vegetable gardens have been built, and now they look at the green patch, which looks particularly vibrant.

When Bian Rui arrived at the place, the three-and-a-half-year-old dog cub came up with his tail wagging his tail, and he ate and drank for nothing for a few days at Bian Rui's house, and this guy finally had a little memory.

Now the construction site is very messy, there are tiles piled up in front of each house, and there are waterproof and thermal insulation materials, the small beams on the roof have been put up, and the beams on the ground of each house are placed on the wooden shelves on the ground, and the beam flag wrapped in red cloth is in the middle.

"Bian Rui, Bian Rui!"

Old Man Wu heard the sound of Bian Rui's motorcycle, and stuck his head out of the RV to beckon Bian Rui over.

When he arrived next to the RV, Bian Rui stopped the car.

Standing at the door, Bian Rui found that Zhu Tongqiang was also there, so he smiled at him and nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.

In addition to Zhu Tongqiang, there is also Bian Rui's seventeenth brother, and the two seem to be discussing something.