Beautiful mother uses 18 martial arts to teach the whole network how to be a good person

After apologizing to everyone, Han Bingbing found an empty seat near Mo Han and sat down.

Cui Jing in the front seat turned around and smiled, "The fans nowadays are much more enthusiastic than we were back then, so you better be careful!"

Han Bingbing thanked her for her concern and said with a smile, "This is the first time I've been chased by fans. Although I've been called out by my name on the street before, it was only occasionally. This is the first time I've seen such a big scene!"

Feeling uncomfortable, Ou Chen blurted out, "Isn't your boyfriend also an idol? Even if you haven't seen this kind of scene, you must have heard of it before, right?"

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Han Bingbing raised her eyebrows. Huh? She's coming again?

The other sisters glanced at Ou Chen obscurely and pretended not to hear.

Li Mengqi, who was fed up with the gossip, was about to change the subject when she heard the gossip start talking.

"I've never heard of it. After getting married, I haven't even watched live concerts. I've basically been cut off from my original circle."

Hearing the lingering sigh in Han Bingbing's words, Mo Han glanced at Ou Chen with resentment, took Han Bingbing's hand, and rarely played the role of comforting someone.

"Sister Bingbing will only see bigger things than this in the future! Concerts and the like are all rubbish!"

Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, Ou Chen retracted his head and turned to look out the window.

Han Bingbing, with a calm smile on her face, whispered to Mo Han, not noticing the meaningful look from Jin Chuan who turned back from the front row.

After lunch, the group took a car to a farmhouse that looked inconspicuous from the outside.

As you step through the old wooden gate, a small but Shandong-style screen wall comes into view.

Perhaps because no one has maintained it, the pattern on the screen wall has become so mottled that its original appearance can no longer be seen, and only slanted black strips can be vaguely seen.

A young man in simple clothes heard the noise and came out from a room behind the screen wall.

The PD who was filming the scene quickly stepped forward to negotiate, and the others followed him into the yard.

Only Jin Chuan, who was walking at the end, noticed that Han Bingbing looked carefully at the screen wall for a long time before leaving.

When they walked into the yard, they found that this house was very different from other houses in the village.

That’s right, it is not a common farmhouse structure, nor is it a small two-story house rebuilt from an old house in the village, but more like an ancient small three-story house.

Behind the screen wall, there is a lotus stone basin, which is the side wall of two connected rooms. Judging from the young man's actions of inviting them in for tea, these two rooms should be living rooms.

The two narrow courtyard doors opposite the living room door were now half open, and faint sounds could be heard coming from inside.

The young man’s name is He Jing, and he is the only son of Mr. He, the inheritor of this violin-making family.

Seeing that no one wanted to come in and sit down, he simply moved a long bench into the yard and invited them to sit down.

"My father is the 13th generation inheritor of the craft of making violins at the official violin bureau. Making violins is much more difficult now than before. The market demand is small and the supply of materials is scarce. My father often spends several years just to find a good piece of material!"

"The inheritance was originally passed down to me, but I'm really not cut out for it," he said, scratching his head with a wry smile, "Besides, I can't find a wife just by making violins! I run an e-commerce business at home, which makes the old man very unhappy."

"Don't mind if the old man gets angry later, he'll be angry with me!"

After getting a general understanding of the situation, he led everyone to put on disposable shoe covers and walked into the inner courtyard.

"Dad! There are people from a TV station who want to learn about the violin-making process. I mentioned it to you before!" He Jing shouted loudly.

Everyone saw a skinny and tough old man walking out from a row of houses and complaining first.

"What's the fuss about?"

Then a pair of triangular eyes swept across the guests and the cameraman, and stayed on the only two men for a moment.

The PD asked politely, "Mr. He, we are from Penguin Platform. We would like to come to your place to film the process of making a violin this time. Do you agree?"

Mr. He did not answer. He put his wrinkled hands behind his back and walked into a large house near them.

He Jing waved to them, and the cameraman and the two sisters walking in front followed them in.

There were all kinds of wood in this big house, most of them were in a whole piece, and some had been divided.

"The wood in this room was all selected by my father himself, including the baseboards and tops."

"The tools outside are used to make zithers."

After visiting the three rooms in turn, everyone learned about the basic techniques of making a musical instrument, including "carving grooves in the belly, assembling the instrument, wrapping it with cloth, applying ash, installing the musical instrument emblems, lacquering and wiping the lacquer".

Just as everyone was marveling at the complicated craftsmanship of the guqin, they saw Mr. He walk into a room with direct sunlight and sit down.

In front of him was a piano whose outline seemed to have been completed. People looked through the door or window and saw him holding a cotton-like object in his hand and applying oil to the piano.

"Why does this look a bit like polishing?" Li Mengqi couldn't help but mutter to Han Bingbing.

He Jing glanced at her and smiled, "This sister is right. This process is called 'polishing'. Its effect is indeed similar to polishing."

He Lao coughed, turned around and glared at the two people standing at the window, and shouted, "Don't block the light!"

Han Bingbing followed Li Mengqi at the window and took a step back, frowning slightly.

He Jing quickly led everyone to a locked house and opened the door.

"These are the pianos that my father has made in the past ten years."

Everyone looked inside cautiously and saw five or six finished guqins placed on the simple wooden table.

"How much do these guqins cost?" the PD asked curiously.

He Jing smiled bitterly, "My father won't let me sell these pianos. He said that the sound of these pianos doesn't meet his standards, so they can't be sold."

Everyone was surprised.

This is a rare craftsmanship!

Just as everyone was about to turn around, they suddenly heard someone say, "Excuse me, can I try the piano in here?"

He Jing, who was closing the door, was stunned. "You mean... the piano in this room?"

Cui Jing and Li Mengqi's men tugged at her suit from the left and right at the same time, which did not make her retreat, but pulled the pink suit off.

He Jing's eyes followed the suit as it fell to the ground, and he reflexively looked at the snow-white shoulders and arms that were exposed.

Jin Chuan coughed lightly, and He Jing quickly looked away, hesitatingly saying, "I have to ask my father about this. This is his treasure, and he won't let anyone touch it easily."

Han Bingbing nodded, smiled, and stood there waiting.

Seeing him hurriedly walk to the window and bow his head to ask Mr. He for instructions, Cui Jing hurriedly whispered, "Bingbing, these craftsmen have some strange tempers, let's not touch their treasures!"

"Yes! We are just going through the motions. It is enough for the program to have materials to promote the guqin." Li Mengqi said uneasily.

Han Bingbing nodded obediently, "Yeah, I know."

The next second, she raised her voice and said, "Mr. He! I need to try it to know how to make your piano more perfect!"