Zhao Ping found that the car still feels a little shaken when pushing it by hand. It would be great if springs and tires could be produced.
Mother looked at Zhao Ping and signaled Cuizhu to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wanted Zhao Ping to compose a poem.
Zhao Ping had no choice but to deal with the mother of this young literary woman in her prime, so he had to think for a while and then recite a poem:
"It's like water or mud, mixed at will, ever-changing from the heart. How can it be destroyed by fire, axe, and chisel? The Great Wall is built to protect our home."
My mother was a little disappointed. Even Zhao Ping felt that the artistic conception of this poem was quite different from that of Zui Chunfeng. However, this was an advertising poem. Its original intention was to clearly express the efficacy and function of fairy cement so that people could accept it as soon as possible. This new thing.
Zhao Ping explained to his mother.
Tea is an elegant product that has been spread for thousands of years and has been integrated into the upper reaches of society. It has become a required course for literati to study music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Therefore, as long as the poems about tea are not too outrageous, people can understand and accept them.
However, fairy cement must be expressed accurately in order for people to accept it; there is no comparability between the two.
After hearing Zhao Ping's explanation, my mother felt better.
Alas, there is no other way. Zhao Ping is too tired to deal with such a mother who is extremely rich in the temperament of a liberal arts girl.
Zhao Ping, an engineering boy, must translate engineering things into liberal arts language through poetry, and must constantly switch roles between liberal arts and science!
This role is really painful for Zhao Ping, an engineering man.
After the immortal cement was successfully accepted, Zhao Ping decided to use immortal cement to strengthen the foundation of the walls of Zhaojiazhuang. Then he built the meeting hall, primary school, kindergarten, and martial arts school. Then he built roads extending in all directions in Zhaojiazhuang, then built various residential areas, and finally built Anfu The clay pottery workshop built a castle and protected it.
Of course, Xie Chen is even happier now. Now that his Immortal Coke has a Immortal Cement pouring workshop, he is no longer afraid of high temperature leaks, and the success of Immortal Coke is just around the corner.
Nowadays, martial arts schools have gradually got on the right track, but the school lacks a "political commissar"-style director to manage the students' lives, educate the culture, transmit the thoughts of loyalty to the emperor, patriotism, benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom, and trust, and teach them the truth and resolve their doubts.
However, in the eyes of literati, Zhaojiazhuang is a remote countryside far away from the county seat. It is also a place full of the smell of copper. Even the so-called poems are tainted with the smell of copper.
In order to let his uncle paint a landscape painting on the teacup and write a poem at the same time, Zhao Ping anxiously brought a pack of customized Jingdezhen special porcelain teacups decorated with fried green flowers and flowers along with the poem.
"The short paper is laid slantingly, making grass leisurely, and the fine breasts are playing with tea under the clear window."
The uncle softly recited Lu You's poems while sipping the brewed tea.
Looking at the green tea in Zhao Di's cup, there are no camellias, no magical changes, just a few clusters of light green new leaves or yellow-green buds. The color of the soup is very light, and it can almost make the human figure appear green and bright.
The soup is so light in color, does it still taste like tea?
While my uncle was hesitating, my aunt came over.
Zhao Di came here often and had become a regular customer of his uncle. When he saw his aunt, he hurriedly gave her a big gift. She was Xiaolangjun's aunt, so etiquette was indispensable.
She had been suffering from insomnia these days and her energy had been sluggish. She came over smelling the fragrance of tea and said to Zhao Di, "What is there here that makes me feel much better."
Zhao Di hurriedly saluted and replied: "Tell Auntie, this is the new tea from Zhaojiazhuang. It is a kind of green tea, and its name is Zui Chunfeng."
My aunt felt a little trapped. When she saw the exquisite tea cup, the tea leaves and the color of the soup, she couldn't help but ask: "Can you give me a cup of this tea?"
Zhao Di immediately respectfully gave his aunt a cup of tea and then told her how to drink it.
After taking it, my aunt first let a gap appear in the tea lid, then looked at the color of the soup, took a few sips, and slowly said aftertaste: "The smell is indeed refreshing and refreshing. Drinking it is bitter at first and then sweet, leaving a lingering feeling on your lips and teeth. It smells good and feels better than brushing your teeth.”
"What is it that is so praised by my cousin?" A voice came from outside the living room. It turned out that Luo An, the owner of Jing'an Restaurant, had arrived.
Zhao Di hurriedly stepped forward and saluted Qian Shao, and Luo An immediately returned the salute, but his eyes were fixed on the tea cup on the desk.
When my aunt saw her cousin coming, she was even more happy and said: "This is a fresh variety of tea sent by your cousin-in-law's nephew Zhao Ping, which makes you drunk in the spring breeze. After tasting it for a few times, I felt refreshed." It's refreshing, it tastes bitter at first and then sweet, and it leaves a fragrance on your lips and teeth. My brother might as well try it."
Zhao Di hurriedly and respectfully made Luo An a cup of tea.
Luo An took it and took a sip. First he raised his eyebrows, then relaxed his eyebrows, and then slowly tasted it. The more he tasted, the happier he became. Unknowingly, he had finished tasting the cup of tea.
Zhao Di then added boiling water to him and asked him to continue tasting it until after three boils, the taste of the tea had been basically exhausted.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Luo An nodded and commented: "The taste of this tea seems to be Sankai. The taste is indeed as my cousin said. The clear water produces hibiscus, and the carvings are naturally removed. Taibai's poem is also suitable for this tea."
At this point, Luo An suddenly pressed his stomach, and then exclaimed in surprise: "Hey, it's strange. After tasting this tea, my stomach feels much better and no longer suffers from acidosis. Cousin, I want as much of this tea as I want, You'd better take pity on your cousin."
The aunt looked at her uncle who had a somewhat unhappy expression, then turned to look at Zhao Di and asked, "My dear nephew, how much drunken spring breeze have you brought this time?"
Zhao Di hurriedly stepped forward, bowed to his aunt, and said, "Tell my aunt, this Zui Chunfeng has just come out and weighs ten kilograms in total. In order to honor his uncle, the young man specially asked his nephew to send ten kilograms and ask for correction."
The aunt glanced in the direction of Zhaojiazhuang, then looked between her husband and cousin, nodded and said: "What a good nephew the official is. He is the first to think of his uncle for such a beautiful thing. How about this? I'd like to thank you on behalf of your young husband's uncle. This drunken spring breeze is good and will be of great benefit to his uncle and cousin. I will accept these ten pounds from my nephew's young husband's cousin. You can go back and tell you. My little husband, ask him to send me another ten pounds."
The uncle turned his head hurriedly. He had only heard of his uncle and aunt before, but not his cousin. This made them turn their faces.
Zhao Di hurriedly agreed and then left.
Zhao Ping felt like crying when he saw Zhao Di's letter!
Cousin, Zhao Ping heard this term for the first time, well, this is indeed his cousin!
But I gave it to my uncle, but I didn't expect that I forgot about it, so I had to agree.
After receiving Zui Chunfeng, my uncle wanted to write and paint on Zhao Ping's tea box and tea cup.
After thinking about it for a long time, I felt that my level still lacked some experience.
So he took Zhao Di to Yuan Xuezheng.
In fact, the news that Zui Chunfeng became tribute tea had spread among the upper class, and even Zhao Ping's cousin Luo An vaguely knew the news.
My uncle was indeed a nerd, but he didn't even know about this.
Of course Luo An knew about the relationship between Zhao Ping and his uncle. The purpose of his coming was to see how magical this drunken spring breeze called tribute tea was.
Because Zui Chunfeng was not yet available on the market due to production constraints.
I don’t know if people can accept the new tea.
Not to mention it’s expensive.
Come to Yuan Xuezheng.
Yuan Xuezheng agreed to paint and write for Zhao Ping without hesitation.
However, Zhao Ping was required to give him at least twenty pounds of "Drunk Spring Breeze" every year, and the cost was also not mentioned.
When his wife Yuan Qian heard this, his uncle Qian Shao couldn't let him go.
Now Zhao Ping not only has a cousin uncle, but also a senior uncle.
At least ten more pounds will be given.
There is also no mention of fees.
Zhao Ping had no choice but to agree.
However, judging from literati such as Yuan Xuezheng, his uncle, and his uncle, some literati who are used to drinking traditional tea do not have much resistance to fresh green tea.
It seems that there is still a market for new tea for some literati.
My cousin represents businessmen, and they are more optimistic about Zui Chunfeng Green Tea.
This is a good sign.
Xi Xing came to the teahouse again to tell stories, but found that some of the wealthy tea guests in the private room on the second floor did not drink tea from the big bowls they used to drink, but instead drank something like a wine glass that he had never seen before. And it’s still something like porcelain.
Xi Xing couldn't help lamenting that he was still struggling for three meals a day and was still happy to be able to drink tea occasionally in the teahouse. Who knew that now someone would have porcelain to drink tea.
Porcelain, so luxurious!
What a waste!
What’s even more surprising is that this tea does not have the weird smell of ginger and garlic, but has a long and refreshing fragrance!
If you smell it carefully, there seems to be a chestnut aroma, the color of the tea soup is clear and translucent, and the tea leaves naturally stretch out in the teacup like wickers.
Xi Xing couldn't help but take a few deep breaths. He felt that this fragrance made people feel refreshed and energetic. When storytelling, he felt that his memory was better, the word associations were richer, and the plot was more ups and downs.
Just because the tea smells like this, what does it taste like? When Xi Xing saw it, his face suddenly turned pale. A cup of this kind of tea costs fifty cents, but he usually drinks much more tea than this, only one or two cents. It's just robbery.
Xi Xing had just walked out of the private room and came to the hall and smelled the tea with the strong smell of ginger and garlic. It was as if he had fallen from heaven into hell. His heart suddenly changed from comfortable to uncomfortable. He couldn't help but return to the private room and secretly looked at the color and taste of the tea cup. cup.
The appearance of this tea cup is a mountain covered with mist. There is a lake at the foot of the mountain. There is also a small boat on the lake, and there are people fishing on the small boat.
Next to the willow tree in the lake, there are people drinking tea, playing chess, playing the piano, waving ink, and painting. What a wonderful scene of literati reciting poems and painting. Isn't this what I have always longed for?
Seeing Xi Xing looking at the teacup and swallowing saliva, he kept looking at the teacup.
Zhao Di couldn't help but secretly laugh. So he cupped his hands and said, "This dear friend seems to be of the same mind. In that case, why don't we sit down and drink tea together and talk about life? Waiter, I'd like a cup of spring breeze."
The waiter agreed, and soon a cup of drunken spring breeze was served.
Xi Xing bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, dear friend. My dear friend, you are so righteous and you dare not obey your orders."
He pulled the hem of his scribe's clothes and sat down at the desk.
Zhao Di is also dressed as a scholar. After Zhao Ping's influence, he has long been the former Wu Xia Amen!
Although it cannot be said that he knows everything about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, "Three Hundred Tang Poems", "Three Hundred Long and Short Sentences", "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasty Prose", etc. opened his eyes, and he could write poems and articles at any time when talking to literati.
The more they talked, the happier they became, and they almost felt like they hated each other until it was too late.
When Xi Xing saw a copy of "The Romance of the West Chamber" lying on the desk, he couldn't help but be startled. His eyes turned from the teacup to "The Romance of the West Chamber".
Xi Xing then cupped his hands and said, "May I ask my dear friend, what is the content of this novel "The Romance of the West Chamber"? Why have I never heard of it?"
