"After the late solstice, the day is not as hot as before. It is the time when the midsummer heat has subsided and the water and trees are clear and polished. It is best to drink white tea, which can reduce the heart fire and Minglingtai, which is very suitable."
When it comes to oral and physical salary, Mr. Xun admires his husband very much. No matter what kind of ice porridge it is, as long as it is eaten on the way, Mr. Zhou can always tell the skill of the cook, the similarities and differences with ordinary dishes, and when is the best time to eat it; even the source of the food I remember the classics and the original text clearly in my mind and often tell them to my disciples.
Xun Yuantuo's ability to memorize such knowledge was truly enviable. Did he know that before Zhou Kefa entered the Xun Mansion to talk about a game, he was actually just a teacher in a remote rural area. Except for the occasional good call in exchange for some money, he took his wife to Qingchai to eat meat. Don't know where it came from. Although Mr. Xun's chess prowess and knowledge cannot be classified as ordinary people, his journey eastward really opened Mr. Xun's horizons.
The spirit of writing and ink is like the waves of the vast ocean. If you express it at will, it will spread across the river.
But my husband always said that this was a trail. When he traveled a lot, stepped on the soles of a few pairs of boots, and wore out a few calluses on his palms, he would naturally remember these things that are not knowledge.
Mr. Zhou sniffed the bowl of white tea at his hand and sipped a little along the edge of the bowl. Then he placed the boiling tea on the table and continued: "Orthodox pekoe is dried in the sun until it is 70 to 80% dry, and then slowed down over a slow fire. After roasting slowly, the roots of the pekoe look like snow, and the tea soup looks like jasper over time. Only then can we call it the best pekoe. The technique for this tea is quite novel." After a while, he waved to Xun Yuantuo on the side, "Farewell, disciple. I was stunned, sat down and tasted it, and saw how this tea soup was similar to what I drink on a daily basis."
Mr. Xun had just tied up the horse. Hearing his master calling him, he quickly put aside the reins and sat down next to the latter. After leaving the Xun Mansion, not to mention how much the young master's knowledge and chess skills have improved, but matters such as tying horses and driving have gradually improved, and his hands and feet have become more and more nimble.
Since passing Sanpianyi, the road has become very bumpy and difficult to navigate. Although Xunfu's carriage is extremely spacious and stable, it is still bumpy along the way. It really brings a lot of trouble for Xun Yuantuo to read the chess records and sort out his knowledge. This is the temperament of the young master. Extraordinary, I am still quite angry about this. Zhou Kefa saw it, but never specifically enlightened his disciples on this matter. However, whenever there was a tile fence on the road, he would often stop the carriage to show his rare craftsmanship and exquisite eating. Mr. Xun pulled down the car tent and took a closer look with Haosheng.
If the bowstring of the spiritual platform is too tight, it will always lead to some mistakes in people's nature. At that time, let alone reading and learning chess, even all kinds of other trivial matters will be difficult to master. Mr. Zhou, who has extensive experience, certainly knows these simple truths.
The waiter at the tea stall brought up a porcelain bowl and the way he poured the tea was very sophisticated and smooth. "Two of you, the tea soup at the small stall is not as good as the tea soup of the princes, generals and prime ministers, but within a radius of a hundred miles, I am sure that there will never be another Baihao shop that can compare with it."
A few months ago, Xun Yuantuo would have looked disdainful at this moment. It's not because of other reasons, but because there are several people in Xun Mansion who are proficient in tea art. Even Xun Yuantuo himself is proficient in tea ceremony. As the tide rises, all boats are lifted, and his tongue is naturally much more cunning than ordinary people. What the waiter said now was of course a bit boastful. Of course, he had to criticize Mr. Xun in the past.
But this time Mr. Xun didn't say much, he just smiled lightly, picked up the bowl and sipped it gently.
The tea soup is fragrant and fragrant, but it is indeed not consistent with the pekoe tea that Mr. Xun usually drinks at the turn of summer and autumn. Compared with other types of tea, the most important thing about pekoe tea is its freshness and vitality, but this bowl of tea is different. Not only the tea aroma is more mellow, but it has a little bitterness in it, and it is very sweet after entering the throat.
Xun Yuantuo frowned and took another sip, still unable to understand the truth.
The master was not in a hurry, and ignored the disciple beside him, whose eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter. Instead, he waited until he drank all the tea in his bowl before patting the latter on the shoulder, "Have you got any clues?"
The young master shook his head. He had never tasted such weird pekoe, whether it was in Qingchai Tea House or Xun Mansion, there was no such weird taste at all, and he shook his head immediately.
Just ten days ago, in the area where the master and disciple passed by, a fresh rain fell that lasted for many days, and it was light and cool. Although after the rain, the sky has gradually become filled with a hint of autumn, it can hardly be called a good thing for this pass; a lot of debris and mudslides fell from the valley cliff above the pass, attracting side glances from people passing by. There were even business travelers who were afraid that their carriages and cargo would be damaged, so they would rather take a detour than take such a risk. As a result, the number of pedestrians, which was not many in the first place, became increasingly scarce.
This simple tea stall is located on a low slope not far from the mountain pass. Just now, Mr. Zhou chatted with the waiter for a few words, and then he realized that this tea stall is quite old. Since the tea stall owner came here, this place The stall began to take shape and has been here for 20 or 30 years. When people are on the way, there is bound to be a time when the weather is high and people are thirsty. People who are on official business or passing by often come here to ask for a bowl of water. There are some stingy tea stalls, and most of them don't give water to drink. They mostly push and half twist, and charge a few coppers for a pot of tea. But the stall owners here have never been so stingy. If someone comes up, If you ask for a bowl of water, you must offer a bowl of light tea in a friendly manner. If you feel that you are very compatible during the chat, you will not charge half a copper coin for the tea.
Over time, merchants and pedestrians who often passed by this place gradually came to know that there was a tea shop here, and the business became more and more prosperous. If it hadn't been for the rain a few days ago, the house would definitely not be in this desolate state now. The waiter in the teahouse wiped several tables and chairs clean, and then sat aside to rest for a while. The surroundings were muddy and he had nothing to do, so he also listened to the gentleman's comments, which took up a lot of time. .
Seeing the waiter sitting down, the gentleman smiled slightly at the latter, and then said to Xun Yuan, "The freshness of pekoe is the most valuable, so the tea soup should not have other miscellaneous flavors in the mouth, so as not to take away the dense pekoe." The original taste. Yuan Tuo must also be able to taste it easily. The tea in front of him is slightly bitter, which is different from ordinary white tea, but it is more refreshing." After hearing the gentleman explain the wonderful things in the tea, the waiter couldn't help but I took a few more glances at this plainly dressed middle-aged man. Although he wasn't necessarily unusual, he was a lot smarter than ordinary people.
Mr. Xun hurriedly asked, "Although the taste is bitter and sweet, the main flavor is still that of the pekoe tea leaves in the lake, and there are no other ingredients in the tea. How did the tea doctor change the taste? Disciple really can’t figure it out.”
