After returning home, as soon as Bian Rui saw his child and played with the child, he forgot about it. I don't know how, and Zhou Zheng didn't chase after it as before, so the matter was delayed.

Bian Rui himself did not forget the four screens here, and when he got home, he turned out the four freehand landscapes he was in, and asked Brother Seventeen to take them to the famous framer of Zi Mingzhu to frame them, and then used the remaining materials to make four wooden frames, and then sent them to Wu Xi and his family after they were installed with glass.

From coming back to sending it over, it took more than a month to toss back and forth, and at this time it has entered the summer, as long as the sun shows its head during the day, the temperature is rising gently, and the children in the village can't wait to grow in the lake all day long. This year, the adults don't have so much spare work, because in addition to the work at home, the work in the village and the work of making strings all require people, and no one in the whole village moves a cool bed to cool in the shade of the tree when the temperature is so high.

It can't be said that there is no, like Bian Rui is still a frequent cat, but he is a cat under the old ginkgo tree in his yard, and others can't see it, and a cat is a cat with five cats.

The child is a day at a time, and the four little things are now as long as they can be, a little taller than children of the same age, and the calves are still thin and do not grow any flesh at all, and at a glance you know that the end is a tall man.

At noon that day, Ye Wuyi lay down under the tree again, and the cicadas on the tree squeaked, and the five of them slept sucking.

"Bian Zong!

Bian Rui was sleeping in a daze, when he suddenly heard someone calling him, so he opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the voice came from half-asleep.

"Mr. Bian, are you awake?"

After a closer look, Bian Rui saw clearly the person who came, two painters who lived in Guqin Village, the two of them were still neatly armed in the summer, with long pants and long coats, and one of them was wearing that kind of boots on his legs, Bian Rui was really hard to describe the dress of these two people for a while.

"It's you, come and sit!"

Bian Rui got up and sat down next to the small table next to him, and when he took the pot, he found that there was still a lot of water in it, so he turned over the two cups on the table and poured two cups of tea for the two.

The two of them were not polite, sat down and drank the tea.

"Good tea, it's cool to drink, from the neck stalk to the stomach!"

Seeing that the guests praised their tea, Bian Rui poured two more cups for the two, and now the two of them drank a little more Sven and tasted it in small sips.

"What's the matter with me?" Bian Rui asked.

In fact, Bian Rui didn't need to ask, he knew what these two people came to find him for, and he must have painted a new painting that satisfied them, so he took it over for money.

Artists also need to eat and fart, they are poor, and their family background is also average, they can't gnaw if they want to gnaw on the old, so they can't do it if they don't sell paintings, of course, they can also find a job outside, but if they can find a job, they would have changed careers a long time ago, so why bother so hard.

"I drew a picture yesterday, I think it's quite interesting, bring it to you and let you point it out," said the man, he took out a painting from the painting tube he was carrying behind him and handed it to Bian Rui's hand.

Bian Rui found that he was kicked by his companion when he handed over the painting, probably because his companion said it too directly.

smiled, Bian Rui didn't care about this matter, because he liked his paintings, so Bian Rui didn't mind spending 1,800 yuan to buy the paintings, for Bian Rui this is all small money, but for these two poor painters, that thousand yuan means ten days of food money.

Opened the painting to see, Bian Rui found that he was quite satisfied, the painting is a sketch, the painting is the scenery of Bianjia Village, the small village is hidden between the green trees and pine waves, with a freehand technique, the brushwork is natural, refined and expressive, to be honest, if such a level is born four or five hundred years earlier, it must be passed down to history.

"Okay, okay, I like this painting, what price do you see," Bian Rui said.

The two of them are paintings, their minds are all on painting, and they are not good at bargaining at all, and they are not good at bargaining.

"You can watch it."

Bian Rui thought for a while and said: "This picture is not small, and the painting is much better than the previous one, so how about I pay 5,000 yuan for this painting?"

"Five thousand?"

"Too little? Seriously, I can only produce so many ......."

If the painting is good, Bian Rui also likes it, but if it is too high, Bian Rui will not need to buy it. The first is that his vision is too high, there are so many famous paintings in the space, although they can't be exchanged for money, but they can raise Diao Bianrui's vision. The second is that the reputation of the two is not enough to support the grade of their paintings of tens of thousands of yuan, even if they are consigned to the gallery, their paintings are between five or six hundred, to put it mildly, it is not worth the money for fine mounting.

"No, no, we thought you could give two or three thousand," said the man who wanted to sell the painting, waving his hand and showing a shy expression.

At this time, Bian Rui suddenly remembered what Zhou Zheng said, so he put the painting aside, took the mobile phone first, and transferred 5,000 yuan to this person's account.

"By the way, have you signed the gallery?" Bian Rui put down his phone and asked inadvertently after taking a sip of herbal tea.

"No, who looks at my level, I didn't graduate from a famous art academy in the first place, and now my paintings are also average, I have contacted a few galleries before, and I have also consigned a few works, but there is no follow-up" This person saw the arrival of 5,000 yuan in the mobile phone, and his tightly locked brows loosened a little, and at the same time said to Bian Rui.

The other also took out his own work at this time and showed it to Bian Rui.

For this person's works, Bian Rui can't say that the painting is not good, the painting is okay, but the art thing is okay, it is definitely not valuable, even if it is hyped, how many people who buy paintings do not understand a little, and will buy such works?

At this level, if you want Bian Rui to pay for it, it will definitely not work, and Bian Rui feels that he has no talent, buying a painting of a painter without talent is pushing him into the fire pit for Bian Rui, it is better to let him wake up early and find a career that can support his family.

"There's progress, it's okay!"

Bian Rui looked at it and then rolled the painting back up and put it back in front of this person, this action is very clear, that is, I am not interested in your painting.

Bian Rui's choice made this one a little hurt, but he was hurt a lot, and he was able to accept it peacefully, and he was not rejected once or twice, he didn't know how many times he refused in a year, his endurance had already been trained, although it was a little injured, but he was still very happy that his friend sold the painting.

"Are you interested?" asked Bian Rui.

The one who sold the painting immediately nodded when he heard it: "Of course I'm interested!"

This is also poor to the bottom, as soon as he heard that there is a gallery interesting to him, he didn't ask what gallery, let alone what price he could offer, anyway, no matter how bad it is, it can't be bad, no matter how bad it is, he still eats instant noodles for half a month? can be so bad that the whole village goes to fight the autumn wind, although the old men don't care, but some of the old man's family members have long been dissatisfied with the two of them, and from time to time they also point out that Sang scolds Huai in general, people have self-esteem, not to mention an artist, but sometimes a penny stumps a hero.

"In this case, you go to Mingzhu, go to this place, find this person, show him your work, as for whether you sign or not, it depends on your luck" Bian Rui didn't say anything to death, because he was not Bian Rui's signer, Zhou Zheng would definitely have his own considerations, not Bian Rui could decide.

"Okay, I'll take a look tomorrow, no, I'll take a look tomorrow" The happy one took the note written by Bian Rui, carefully walked it, and put it in his pocket.

"That's fine!"

The two of them can be regarded as having eyes, and when they saw that Bian Rui was silent, they got up and said goodbye.

Yan Lan pushed open the door of the house at this time, and walked out with a small fan: "They are here to sell paintings again?"

"Well, it's not bad!"

Bian Rui unfolded the works he bought for 5,000 yuan and showed them to his daughter-in-law.

"Yes, this layering is fantastic, and you see the ...... of this village."

At this moment, Yan Lan is no longer the little girl who pretended to be in the gallery before, she is similar to her husband, and her painting is not very good, but her vision is first-class, and she commented while looking at it, and she said that the painting was eight or nine points.

The two of them were discussing painting here, and the mobile phone in Bian Rui's pocket rang.

After answering the phone, Bian Rui's face changed suddenly.

Yan Lan asked, "What's wrong?"

Bian Rui said: "Someone drank cockroaches in our milk and posted them on the Internet."

"What, your sanitation is too bad, aren't they?" Yan Lan said.

"You're just like those people, things haven't been figured out yet, and it's extremely unlikely!" said Bian Rui as he got up and walked into the house, preparing to change his clothes and go to the dairy company.

When he was on the road, Bian Rui learned about the situation, and the one who drank the cockroach from the milk was not from the town, nor from the county, but another county under the same city, dozens of kilometers away from Bian Rui's side, how did the milk pass, Bian Rui was confused.

The fresh milk produced by Bian Rui is generally ordered and not sold in supermarkets, so how did this person buy milk?

When Bian Rui arrived at the milk company, the technician over there had already figured out that what he bought was not the milk produced by Bian Rui, but a fake, and this fake was still fake, because the dairy company only produced milk in cartons, the kind of 800 milliliters, and this one bought the kind of big plastic bottle encapsulated, more than one liter.

This ordinary consumer has never been in contact with the milk produced by Bian Rui, or he doesn't care what kind of milk he buys, so he has the matter of drinking cockroaches.

Although it was not produced by the company, Bian Rui carefully called the factory manager over and told him, and directly asked the company to send someone to report the case.

Food safety is still very important, the company reported the case, and the public businessmen went down to investigate, only to find that this small supermarket is not only a fake to buy, but even the supermarket is fake, and people have not authorized him at all.

At first, about 10% of the customers returned, but when they found out that the workers in the dairy factory drank it at home, and there was still no milk on the market, and when they wanted to order it again, they couldn't order it.