The plaque of Tiaochun Tower is very old. Most of the rest of the restaurants in the city use gold paint to cover the large characters on the plaque. It needs to be repainted within a few months, so it looks like the layers of gold paint are layered without any leaks. Furthermore, most of the people who wrote the plaques had strong writing skills and were very careful with their iron strokes and silver hooks. Therefore, judging from the plaques alone, compared with other restaurants, Tongchun Tower is really at a very inferior level.
This young man had not stayed in the school for long enough, so he could probably tell the general outline. The three words on the plaque were really unflattering. At the beginning, Mr. Zhou said personally that when it comes to running calligraphy, one must pay attention to the evenness of the strokes. Not only must the strokes and hooks of the strokes be controlled with a steady force, but the spaces between the characters must be roughly consistent. Especially for couplets on plaques, the size and length of each character must not be staggered.
The old plaque of Tiaochun Tower seems to have taken up all the taboos: the word "spring" is in the middle, but it is several fingers higher than the two words before and after it. The three words are written tremblingly, just like the wind. The middle-aged and old candles are extremely poor in appearance.
Perhaps it is because of the remote location and the dilapidated plaque that looks inferior both vertically and horizontally that few people know the name of Tiaochun Tower.
However, after the boy walked in, he was really surprised by the furnishings inside the building.
Looking from the front entrance of the restaurant, the restaurant is not very spacious. Even from the front door, the interior is a bit compact. It is definitely not a big restaurant that can accommodate hundreds of guests. But once you enter the restaurant, you lift the second-layer curtain. , only to know that it is extremely spacious inside.
On only one floor, there is a stage that is eight to nine feet long and four feet above the ground. It is hung with red silk. The front and back stages are separated by wooden screens. Off the court, it was dazzling.
There were dozens of tables and chairs under the stage. At a quick glance, the young man could not tell what kind of wood the tables and chairs were made of, but he still noticed that there were countless cloud patterns wrapped around the edges of the tables and chairs, which was extremely elegant.
In addition to teacups and teapots, there are also a number of round fans on the table. I don’t know what the reason is, but most of the round fans are neatly arranged, as if they haven’t been moved for a long time.
The second floor is hollow, and the area where people can sit and drink is only a circle of wooden corridors attached to the wall, with dozens of seats for people to drink and eat. This arrangement is probably so that the diners on the second floor can look at the stage on the first floor and surround the surrounding railings to enjoy the view, so a large space is left in it. The tables and stools are all of high quality. Even though the rain outside is a little warm, the tables and stools are still cool. Just sitting down and putting your arms on the table makes you feel comfortable.
What dazzled the young man the most was the slightly tilted jade board outside the second-story window lattice. It was raining at this moment, and the clear water trembled on the jade board, and then passed straight along the jade board. Go to the railing on the second floor and follow the red rope down until it falls into a water tank.
The jade plate catches the rain and makes a cool sound, and the clear rain flow is even more special.
"It is indeed extremely extraordinary." Yun Zhong answered briefly, but Han Xi looked at the young man and just looked around, and he knew it well. If what the young man said before is true, then coming to Tiaochun Tower this time, I am afraid that in the eyes of the young man, this is the realm that is as high as the sky.
"Fortunately, Brother Tang is busy, otherwise he would be really ruining this great restaurant by getting drunk in such an elegant place." Han Xi winked at the young man, and the two of them laughed in unison.
There was no one on the stage at the moment, but there were only two or three old men with gray hair downstairs, who were refilling their tea from time to time, as if they were just finishing a play. The singers retreated to the backstage to rest, and the restaurant was extremely quiet for a while. Only the three or two old men were left talking in low voices and pouring tea. Under such circumstances, the sound of Yun Zhong and Han Xi's kicking upstairs was clearly audible, so the waiter who was napping behind the counter rubbed his sleepy eyes, then got up and walked to the two of them and said warmly, "Sorry, you two." The guest is here in the rain. You don't have to drink tea or have a meal during this trip. Just greet me." After saying this, he pointed to the wooden sign behind the counter and waited quietly for the two of them to speak.
Han Xi smiled slightly and tapped the wooden table as smooth as a mirror twice, intending to let Yun Zhong make his choice first. Originally, this was a polite gesture in a restaurant. The host asked the other guests to decide on the dishes first, but it was difficult to explain clearly, so he knocked on the table instead of speaking, so as to avoid embarrassment between the two parties, regardless of whether they were going to Qi Qiling or Xi. There are such unwritten rules in the Three Kingdoms of Lu, especially those in Jianghu are easy to use.
But the latter didn't know the rules in the restaurant, so he just looked around, heard the sound of knocking on the table, and subconsciously touched his waist, only to find that he didn't hang his sword when he went out. Only then did he remember that his long sword had been cut into several pieces when the city lord's palace resisted the sword energy. After returning to the palace, he did not have to go to the carriage to replace it, so he touched it and found nothing.
Han Xi was stunned for a moment by this inexplicable behavior of the young man, and then he smiled bitterly: The young man had never entered a restaurant before, but this move was just a flirtatious look at someone with an eye problem, which was a waste of time, so he coughed twice and ignored it. These etiquettes in the world tell the waiter if he has any local dishes, just say hello.
"You two, please wait a moment. My master is getting older, and his hands and feet are not as strong as when he was young. I'm afraid it will take a while. If you find it boring, there will be a trip downstairs after the meeting. Just treat it as a thing of the past. That's it." After the young man said this, he stepped aside.
It seemed that even he was somewhat uninterested in the drama he was talking about.
"I heard that the shopkeeper's injury is almost healed. It won't be long before we leave Mocheng and head south. If we delay the annual autumn fair in Yizhang, I'm afraid we won't be able to sell the dozens of carts of goods at a high price. That's it." Han Xi picked up the teapot, filled two teacups, handed one to the young man, and said, "If the delivery date is not tight, I really want to stay in the city for a while."
Although Han Xi is a martial artist, his art of pouring tea is as good as arranging willows and blowing the wind.
"It's true. There are affluent areas outside, but when it comes to folk customs, they are not as good as Mocheng." The young man took the tea cup and sighed. The affluent areas that he passed through all the way from the small town are actually the least. There are five fingers to count, but most of them are high-ranking officials and dignitaries, while the lives of ordinary people around them are deteriorating, and they can't even keep up with the people in other places. But here in Mocheng, it can be said that everyone is wealthy, and with the flourishing literary style, everyone in the city lives and works in peace and contentment. It is much better than outside areas such as Caixiantan, where there is a huge disparity between rich and poor.
"A man travels thousands of miles. When it comes to this, Brother Yun is really better than I was back then." Han Xi stood up and took a bottle of wine from the counter, sighing for a moment.
"It's far from it. At this rate, I'm afraid I won't be able to conquer even half of the world before I reach the crown. Besides, if I'm not good at it, I might end up halfway or just talk." Yun Zhong swung the tea in his cup and followed the flowing water. Toward the window lattice.
If there is light rain in the sky, it will surely moisten everything, but now it is raining heavily, and the raindrops drag their roots and tails very long in mid-air, just like the deep and long sword energy that the old Taoist borrowed from him.
It was supposed to be a moment of great prestige, but when it hit the jade plate that stretched out a little, it was light, exquisite, and clear.
Qiuhu moved twice.
In Han Xi's eyes, the young man sitting across from him smiled warmly, and small thunder flashed in the air, making the tea in the cup sparkle.
It's like squeezing a cup full of pure moonlight.
