Passing through many abandoned factory rooms, separated by a protective forest, the scent of wood finally wafted into the air.

I also gradually heard the friction sound of the plane being pushed repeatedly.

"It's obviously Sunday, why don't you guys take a day off?" Huang Shen asked.

"I don't want to have any free time, so I just want to find some work every day, but we can only make musical instruments." Chamber said with a smile.

He led everyone past a hand-built shack with hundreds of wooden boards stacked together, and erhu skins hanging from the beams.

In front of the shed, the old craftsman who was processing the boards raised his head and grinned: "Hey, Xiaohan is here to get the piano."

Every craftsman in the factory was very familiar with Xie Han. He stopped what he was doing and followed him: "I can hear you hit Ruan again."

"I'll play more songs this time." Xie Han agreed immediately.

"I'm going to get you the piano right now." Chamber took the lead and got into the warehouse where the finished musical instruments were placed.

The remaining craftsman continued to lead people to the dormitory. Along the way, he called a few people scattered in other places and gathered everyone in the factory.

"Come on, Li Laosi, let's move the chairs."

"Old Wang, pour some water for Xiaohan's friends. Why are you standing there in a daze?"

A rare vitality was injected into the folk music factory. After a lot of confusion, 12 small wooden benches were lined up in the open space in front of the dormitory building.

Xie Han took her Zhong Ruan and sat down on a separate chair. She slightly adjusted the tune, and the musical passages flowed out from her fingertips like flowing water.

After all, there are no big trees blocking the place, and the sun shines on the open space, dispelling the depressing atmosphere in the entire factory, creating a perfect atmosphere for a small concert.

What a comfortable picture. Although Tian Chang doesn't understand music, he can encompass all his feelings about beautiful things with just one word: nice.

"You haven't been so completely relaxed for a long time." Fang Tang said in his heart.

This is indeed the case. Ever since he became the ruler, Tian Chang has rarely had a moment to relax. Occasionally, some short breaks will leave a lot of thought.

All thoughts will be passed to Fangtang without reservation. But just now, the moment the music sounded, Tian Chang's always active thinking was squeezed out by the music notes.

"Oh, I really... why am I completely relaxed?" Tian Chang blamed himself a little, because it was obviously during the decisive battle.

"That's not what I meant, I just think it's good." Fang Tang moved slightly and grabbed Tian Chang's hand.

They were at the very back of the group, and except for Xie Han who glanced up midway, no one else saw this scene.

The exclusive concert lasted for more than an hour. During this period, Chamberlain also brought out several newly made Zhongruan instruments for Xie Han to try out. The sound quality of each instrument was extremely pleasant.

But time passed after all, and at around 12 noon, Xie Han put his hand on the strings to silence the remaining sound.

"It's time for us to leave." Several young people stood up and said goodbye.

"Why don't you stay and have dinner together?" Qian Bo kindly asked him to stay.

"No need, there are so many of us." Tian Chang declined politely.

Among them, there is absolutely no experience in cooking a big pot of rice. The number of people eating in the factory has doubled, which will definitely disrupt the original plan. In the end, it is the old masters who have to work hard.

"Yes." Xie Han agreed, "We can just find a restaurant outside. You don't have to work hard."

Uncle Qian didn't fight anymore, but he seemed to have something brewing in his heart. After a while, he looked at Tian Chang and said, "Since you know Master Teng, can you help us bring something to him?"

Tian Chang responded immediately: "Of course."

"Then you guys, come with me."

Going around the dormitory building, in the shadow cast by the building, there is a row of simple single-story huts.

"Uncle Teng and his wife used to live here."

Uncle Qian led several people to a house on the far side, pulled out the latch, and opened the door.

Tian Chang followed behind, while Huang Shen and Xie Han behind him also looked inside.

"This is not..." They both said in unison, but they did not mean the same thing.

"The piano I saw when I was a kid was originally here."

"Musical instruments in Sun Hong Art Museum."

The sounds from both sides entered Tian Chang's ear canal at the same time. There was only a piano table in the room in front of him, and a bed of guqin was placed on it.

"This is the piano that originally belonged to Master Teng's wife.

“The year he retired, he didn’t take the piano away, so we kept it for him. As a result, we lost contact with him and couldn’t find anyone to return it to him.

"When you come over today, I will just ask you to bring the piano to him. I will find you a piano bag to put it in."

After Chamberlain finished speaking, he squeezed out of the crowd again.

"Wait a moment, I have a question." Tian Chang stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Among the six of you just now, there is no master who knows how to play the guqin, right?"

"Yes, Ninghe is not a concentrated production area of ​​guqin. There are only a few old masters who know how to cut guqin. That happened when I was young, and they are gone now."

Tian Chang nodded. He was now certain that the Ninghe Folk Music Factory once produced guqin. Cha Pingqian's daughter owned a guqin, which showed that he must be a master of guqin, and he was also the same age as Teng Yunsheng.

The brothers are similar, they were the dominant figures in the 1970s.

In Tian Chang's mind, Cha Pingqian's character portrait is gradually being sketched out.

"Come closer and take a look." Guan Qiaohong's voice suddenly came to mind, "I think this piano is very familiar."

"Ah? What did you remember?" Tian Changshang was still thinking, and was a little surprised by Qiaohong's sudden interruption.

Since this morning, Qiaohong has been silent. Now she suddenly speaks, which shows that she has very crucial information.

Taking a step closer, more details pour in on the surface of the piano, a bit of red is revealed, the black lacquer is covered with broken lines, and the strings made of silk stretch from Yueshan to Longgu.

Since Tian Chang has watched cultural and museum variety shows that introduced the guqin, he has some understanding of the structure and knowledge of the guqin.

To become a Qin with broken patterns, it must have a history of at least hundreds of years. For example, the famous Tang Dynasty Qins in several museums have picturesque broken patterns.

Although the Qin in front of me has broken patterns, it is not particularly complicated. It is not from the Tang and Song Dynasties, but it is still an old Qin from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

"Help me turn the piano over, please remember to be careful." Qiaohong continued to ask.

Now Tian Chang is in trouble. The guqin is more than one meter long and is considered a cultural relic. How should he start?

He stretched out his hands, not daring to move rashly.

"I'll do it." Xie Han saw Tian Chang's thoughts and took the initiative to step forward. Holding the head of the piano and an arc bent by his waist, he turned the surface of the piano over.

"Sure enough, it's this bed." Qiao Hong even didn't hesitate to show up.

With one hand, hold down the two words carved on the back:
Chapter completed!