The child kept the beast for several days, without danger to his life, and the miracle spread throughout the village at once, and then spread at the speed of light in several nearby villages, and spread outward.

The child's grandmother returned to the village in less than half an hour after Lao Bian returned to the village, accompanied by her nephew, and saw the baby who was jumping around and reaching out to hug herself, and sat on the ground with the child in her arms, and then began to kowtow to everyone, and kept saying that the old people had saved the lives of their whole family.

Bian Rui was also present at the time, and couldn't help but sigh a little when he heard this, not to mention that it is not easy to be a parent, even it is not easy to be a grandparent, the old man of their family has been in the mountains for eight or nine days with his son and daughter-in-law, and it is estimated that he has not slept well and eaten well for a few days since the child was lost.

The old lady did not take the child away for the first time, but let the child recognize the youngest son of Uncle Bian Eleven's family as a godfather, and the two families continued to be relatives, and finally waited for the child's parents to come back, and then changed the child's name, and took Uncle Bian's name in a word, and added a respectful word in the middle, with his surname Wang, so the child has a new name, which is also a way for people to thank each other

First, some small media and then some curious media reports that don't know their names, and several nearby villages are very popular on the Internet.

The child came back completely, everyone was very happy, a group of old naughty boys took advantage of this good news to gnaw the two sheep of the Bian Rui family, and called some friends to come over, there are people who come and go, no one is idle and have nothing to do, some people still have performances, and teaching tasks or something, so plus the people who go, the total number is not too big, almost maintained at about twenty people.

These old guys have a lot of friends, but nine times out of ten they are in the mixed art circle, especially musical instruments. In addition to playing foreign music, there are also some local literary and artistic workers who sing local operas and speak some things like cross talk.

Gradually, in Bian Rui's small courtyard, there began to be a little meaning of 'ghosts dancing', and it was lively, but everyone really began to communicate.

Now once a bonfire is lit in front of Bian Rui's house, it means that there is a small concert, not only the villagers sometimes come to listen to it, but also the school teachers will often come to listen to it, and even the villagers from other villages who love to be lively at the beginning will also come to listen to it.

After November, the weather here began to drop, because it is in the south of the Yangtze River, it is not cold, and the lowest temperature of the year is only a few degrees below zero, and now it is only November, and only wearing a sweater can deal with the temperature at night, so the bonfire party in front of Bian Rui's yard is still open every three or five times.

It's like today, since the afternoon, a group of old men have been helping in the courtyard of Bian Rui's house, what kind of help have they helped? Naturally, they are wearing meat skewers and vegetarian skewers.

After two bonfires, these people proposed that they pay for meat themselves, because they themselves realized that they really didn't have a score when they ate meat, mainly because the meat was delicious, and there were no numbers to eat, and they could get a pound or two every night, and a sheep was a little heavier?

Bian Rui was not polite, and nodded directly in agreement, because Bian Rui found that his sheep were eaten like this, and he couldn't wait for the New Year. So the task of offering sheep was expanded to the whole village, anyway, at this time the sheep were almost the same, the old men paid for it, and the villagers sold it, saving it from being sold outside.

It can be regarded as having a good time while working in the mountains, and Bian Rui now likes this feeling a little.

Although these old men are old, they are well-informed, and many of them have been invited to play abroad, and many of them have good mouths, and as soon as their stories are told, even if they are very common, they immediately become lively. Therefore, there is a circle of small brain melon seeds next to the old man, and one of them is Bian Rui's daughter.

Wen Shizhang sat with Bian Rui at this time, and looked at the child who was mixed with the old man: "That elementary school student of yours is good and talented, but your nephew can't do it, you can take this thing as a hobby, but if you want to eat this bowl of rice, you can't."

Bian Rui has gathered so many people who are engaged in music, not to mention that half of the folk music has come together, at least one-tenth of one-twentieth of the country, as the saying goes, good people gather people in groups, and those who can mix with Wen Shizhang and Fu Qingxu are really not good without a little kung fu in their hands. Each one is almost the best in the category of musical instruments, otherwise you can't mix in the team, you can't follow the mix, it's called helping, and people are not friends, you are a fool of others.

So many famous people who play ancient music get together, and those who can take advantage of it naturally use their brains, the first to hit this idea is Uncle Bian Rui, he is not for himself, but for the nearby primary school, so after eating and drinking a few meals with these old men, he immediately showed up in poverty, and asked the old man to give the children an appreciation lesson.

There are many old men who play music who have good temperaments, and some of them love to make trouble and toss, so at least five or six of them have gone to school to give some lessons to their children and introduce them to the music they are good at.

In this way, Bian Rui's sister, Bian Ye, felt that she had to add a little music to her son, so now at night, Bian Rui's little nephew often lives at his grandparents' house, and as soon as he comes back or has a holiday like today, he comes to listen to the old men tell stories or listen to music.

My nephew has no talent, Bian Rui understands, don't just my nephew is afraid that even Bian Rui's daughter will not be able to eat the bowl of rice of the guqin in the future, because the little girl is too concerned about this, the child has some talent, but he doesn't work hard at all, then you have no choice, but Bian Rui still has some indulgence, so the little girl can be said to have no hope in the guqin.

"Let it be, this thing can't be forced," Bian Rui said.

"By the way, when will your record be recorded, it's almost a month in the past, you are eating and drinking here, what's the matter, are you going to live in our village for a long time, or else, you go to the county or city to say hello, let you build a special village here, there used to be a painter's village, and now it's not impossible to get you a Gulejia village" Bian Rui remembered that he hadn't done anything yet, so he joked with Wen Shizhang.

Wen Shizhang heard this and then said: "I don't have any inspiration, I always feel that I can't record the effect I want, don't worry, I won't use the investor's money if I don't record it here, and I won't use it again when I record it next time, which is very strict in the United States, and I think it's difficult to spend the money of the owner."

Bian Ruicai doesn't care about the owner's money, anyway, he doesn't spend his money, other money is like someone else's baby, if he falls into the well, he will fall into the well.

Just as the two of them were talking about this, Gao Minglou walked into the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

One of the old men had a very good relationship with Gao Minglou, and when he saw Gao Minglou enter the courtyard, he joked: "I said Lao Gao, are you here to mix with our music circle again?"

Gao Minglou said disdainfully: "You guys are in the music circle, it's obviously a pig farm, and I haven't watched you touch the musical instruments for a long time all day, I'm afraid you haven't been thinking about eating since you opened your eyes in the morning, right?

Gao Minglou has been running here for a long time these days, and he is also familiar with a group of old men, and everyone talks very casually, after saying these words, Gao Minglou went to the side to wash some water, sat down and put on disposable gloves, and began to wear meat.

"You, an expert who is not even as good as other villagers, are embarrassed to say that we are?"

Immediately, a master refuted it, which made Gao Minglou really embarrassed.

The old man refers to the matter of the black leopard, the child's matter has been almost a whole month, during which the old mountain guests who have come out of the mountain have seen the black leopard several times, Gao Minglou and these professionals have not seen it once, let alone seen it, the cameras they set up have not captured those things, and the camera machine has been bitten by these beasts, and the villagers said that this is a loss for the wife and a soldier.

Now the Gao Minglou gang of people are a little frightened, and when they greet people, they see others smiling at them, and they feel that they are making fun of them in their hearts.

The two teams of Gao Minglou and Zhu Yongjun are about to become a joke in the neighborhood, and now there is a saying around that people are not doing things well, and they directly say how you are the same as those who study animals.

Gao Minglou said: "Forget it, I take back the previous words, you are not a pig, you are not a pig, I was wrong, can you let me go old Gao Cheng?"

"I said, Boss Gao, have you asked someone to do a ritual, what are you dealing with, why can everyone see it, but you can't see it?"

How could the old man let him go, he finally found a piece of fun, and no one could give up easily, so a bunch of unscrupulous old men, Gao Minglou could only keep silent.

Just when Gao Minglou was performing what is called ostrich kung fu, Fu Qingxu came to Bian Rui's side.

"I think Mr. Bian's proposal is good!"

Bian Rui was stunned for a moment: "What am I proposing?"

"I think it's a good idea for us to build a music village here, as you just said," Fu Qingxu said.

Bian Rui's head immediately grew when he heard this: "I said this big brother, don't take me to the ditch, okay, now there is not even a toilet outside here, you are still going to build a village here, and soon this is a protected area, do you know?"

"It's in the forest, but it's not on your side!" Fu Qingxu really moved his mind: "Let's get together, don't say anything, there will always be some momentum, and I found out that your county is preparing to engage in tourism, why can't we old guys get together and attract popularity?"

Bian Rui was a little dumbfounded when he heard it, because if Fu Qingxu was really right, these old guys don't look like they are all playing music, but the connections these people have saved are scary when they get together a little, and they may really be able to do this.

"I'm not kidding, I don't want to be a barbecue area!"

"Whoever likes you here, I think it's good over there, just west of that resort, across the mountain from it, there's a small valley ...... there."

Bian Rui listened and said: I'll go, this old man has thought of all the places?

Bian Rui didn't know that these old men liked it too much, they liked the scenery here and the people here, so someone mentioned it at the beginning, and finally everyone formed a consensus that they wanted to get a place to recuperate around here, and if they couldn't get it, then they would make a collective, and the matter was almost discussed, so they came over to ask Bian Rui's opinion.

Many people also know Bian Rui's temperament, and as the old saying goes, it is far away from Bianjia Village and far away from the hinterland of the valley when choosing a site, and the place is set at the mouth of the valley, another mountain in the valley. It happened to be across the road from Zhou Zheng's resort, more than a mile away, and it didn't affect each other, so it was a good place in their opinion.

Bian Rui was really a little dumbfounded, and when he heard Fu Qingxu say this, he knew that these old men were prepared.