Xiao Huadong thought for a while and decided to find out.
I am a person from the capital, so I should be superior to others. Why am I holding back in a small place like Xixian County?
After all, he is a scholar, and his face still looks like spring breeze.
Xiao Huadong bowed to the official and asked softly, "Master Cha, why can't people from the capital enter for free?"
"Official Xiao, the truth is very simple." The official did not dare to neglect, let alone accept Xiao Huadong's gift. He stepped aside and returned the gift, saying: "Because Baiyuan Garden West County donated money, so I can It’s free. Outsiders didn’t donate money, so there’s a fee.”
Hearing this, Xiao Huadong felt a little uncomfortable, but he understood.
Although I am from the capital, I did not donate a penny when the Baiyuan Garden was built, so I really should buy tickets.
"Master Chai, how much is the ticket price?" He bowed his hands and asked the chaplain.
Cha Ye still got out of the way and said while returning the gift: "It's not much, only five cents."
Not to mention five cents, even one cent can sometimes stump a hero.
Five cents can buy five cakes, and they say they are not expensive.
Thinking of this, Xiao Huadong felt that the people in Xi County were really rich and would not pay attention to five cents.
You know, he used to work as a minor official in the capital and had no salary at all.
Their source of income is only the benefits and fees given by the people who work for them.
Fortunately, he still had a few pick-up cards with him, which were equivalent to more than a dozen coins.
He took out five cents from his sleeve and handed it to the servant.
At this time, Cuihua suddenly spoke, and she said, "Wait a minute."
Xiao Huadong couldn't help but be stunned and looked at Cuihua.
Cuihua smiled at him, shook her head, and told him not to worry.
"Master Cha, Mr. Xiao is going to work in Tubo, what do you think?" Cuihua saluted Wan Fu, the official, in a questioning tone.
When the official heard this, he couldn't help being surprised. His face was no longer serious, but full of smiles.
He bowed respectfully to Xiao Huadong: "It turns out that Mr. Xiao is going to work in Tubo. He is a hero. I admire him very much. Since Mr. Xiao is going to work in Tubo, Baiyuan welcomes Mr. Xiao to visit for free at any time."
After saying that, Tolerance also made a gesture of invitation.
Xiao Huadong didn't expect that he would be arrogant in front of the official business and respectful in the back, and he couldn't help but be surprised.
Xiao Huadong returned the courtesy and asked in confusion: "Master Cha, why does Tubo not charge for doing things?"
"The government has regulations that anyone who goes to work in Tubo can visit Baiyuan Garden for free." Seeing Xiao Huadong's expression, the official immediately explained.
It seems that Xixian County is indeed good. They can despise those in the capital who think they are superior, but respect those who opened up the territory for the Song Dynasty.
Xiao Huadong thought about this and bowed to the official with a smile on his face: "Thank you very much, Mr. Cha."
The official immediately opened the fence and let Xiao Huadong in.
The three of them came to the Baiyuan Garden, where there were many people coming and going, at least hundreds.
This Baiyuan Garden is not small, with about two to three hundred acres of land.
The building here is extremely unique, with rockeries, small lakes, pavilions, bamboos, railings, and courtyards.
In the middle is a hill with green pines and cypresses planted on it. There is also a pavilion on the top of the mountain, which is a good place for tourists.
It's winter now, the flowers have faded, and there are only plum blossoms.
There has just been a heavy snow here, about two to three inches thick.
They stepped on the snow, making a rustling sound, and set off towards the mountain.
There are plum blossoms everywhere on the roadside, and the yellow and delicate wintersweet exhales its fragrance.
Cuihua is actually not that big, only about fourteen years old, which is the age when she is naturally cute and lively.
She jumped up to the plum blossoms, lowered her head gently, and sniffed the plum blossoms gently with her nose.
Seeing Cuihua's cute look, even Xiao Huadong couldn't help but smile.
While Cuihua was sniffing the plum blossoms desperately, she said to Miss Ren: "Madam, come here and smell it, it smells so good."
Miss Ren was a little moved when she heard this, but she was a lady after all, so she felt something was wrong.
"Little lady, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. It has a unique smell. You might as well smell it." Xiao Huadong bowed his hands and made a gesture of invitation.
Miss Ren is actually not that old, only twenty-eight years old. She just wanted to be more ladylike.
Hearing this, she nodded, came to the side of the plum blossoms, bent down, lowered her head and gently sniffed the wintersweet.
Xiao Huadong did not lower his head and sniff the plum blossoms, but stood aside and smiled as he watched the two of them sniffing the green plum blossoms.
After Cuihua sniffed for a while, she suddenly looked up at Xiao Huadong and asked in a sweet voice: "Xiao Guanren, why don't you write a poem for such a beautiful scenery?"
"Snow, white, plum and yellow are good at each, and the beauty and jade stand aside. The snow is not as white as the beauty, and the fragrance of the plum is not as fragrant as the beauty." Xiao Huadong thought for a while, got wise in his haste, and slapped Miss Ren hard on her ass.
Strictly speaking, this poem is not very good, but it is very suitable for the occasion.
The key thing is that through this poem, he strongly praised the beauty of the beauty.
Her whiteness is unmatched by white snow, and her body fragrance is unmatched by plum blossoms.
After hearing this poem, Miss Ren's face turned red and she couldn't help but lower her head.
"You pass." Cuihua looked at Miss Ren and snorted.
Cuihua looked at the top of the mountain, pointed to the top of the mountain with her little finger and said: "You can see all the plum blossoms on the top of the mountain, so you should go to the top of the mountain."
Xiao Huadong didn't dare to make the decision, so he couldn't help but look at Mrs. Ren, but he only saw her nodding.
The three of them climbed up the steps and came to the pavilion above.
The pavilion is of course made of wood, and the surrounding seats are also made of wood.
But the tables, stools and pavilions inside are made of different materials. They are all made of stone.
There are several stone tables and stone benches in the middle of the pavilion.
The pavilion on the mountain is very large and can accommodate twenty or thirty people without any problem.
At this time, there were already several people in the pavilion enjoying the snow.
They saw the three people coming up, nodded, saluted each other, and then sat down separately.
Although the pavilion is windy, the scenery is even better.
It is surrounded by snow, and plum blossoms can be seen everywhere in the mountain city.
At a glance, there is a vast expanse of white snow all around.
If it weren't for the curling green smoke, I wouldn't have been able to tell that this was Xi County.
Although the snow is vast, the plum blossoms are blooming through the snow, making it even more poetic and picturesque.
While Cuihua looked at the beautiful scenery, her eyes kept moving, as if she wanted to consider Xiao Huadong.
Xiao Huadong finally suppressed a poem, and now he has to write a poem, which is indeed a bit difficult for him.
Xiao Huadong hurriedly put down the immortal stove, immortal charcoal, teapot, etc. in his hands, and placed the teacup and tea leaves on the stone table in the pavilion.
He bowed his hands and smiled at Miss Ren: "With such a beautiful scenery, making tea in the snow is quite different."
Cuihua didn't expect Xiao Huadong to bring this up, and looked at him in confusion for a moment.
"To be honest, I have never tried boiling snow to make tea." Looking at Cuihua's eyes, he said calmly, "In ancient times, there was a legend about sweeping snow to make tea. I just want to try this taste."
"Xiao Guanren, why are you thinking about clearing snow and making tea?" Cuihua didn't do much research on tea. She felt that tea was the same.
After all, she is Miss Ren's personal bodyguard, and she is a sister to her.
As the supervisor of a musical instrument lady, Miss Ren naturally had to learn how to taste tea.
She has good tea, so naturally she cannot forget Cuihua.
Therefore, although Cuihua is a maid, she does not lack high-end tea leaves such as Zui Chunfeng.
Xiao Huadong looked at her and said lightly: "The little sage once said that good water can match good tea. The best way to drink tea is root-free water. Why root-free water has better water quality is that it is not polluted by the ground. In fact, snow water is also Not bad, it has not been polluted by the ground, otherwise how could it be said to be as pure as snow. It’s snowing heavily here now, so it’s a good time to taste the taste of tea. "
"No way, I think the tea tastes the same, a bit bitter." Cuihua said, while frowning her beautiful eyebrows.
Xiao Huadong shook his head and said: "That's because you don't understand the beauty of green tea. Although it is a little bitter in the mouth, it tastes sweet afterward, and it also has the fragrance of tea, and the aftertaste is endless."
After saying that, he grabbed the snow, put it in the teapot, and started to boil water.
After the water boiled, he took three handfuls of tea leaves and put them into three teacups respectively, and steeped them for about three hundred breaths.
Then, Xiao Huadong pointed to the three cups of tea on the stone table and made a gesture of invitation: "Little lady, please."
Miss Ren nodded, took the tea cup away and opened the lid.
Neither Xiao Huadong nor Cuihua took the tea cups, and watched her every move together.
Cuihua is better, she is just a pure spectator, admiring the beautiful posture of her little lady drinking tea.
But Xiao Huadong is different. As for sweeping snow and making tea, that is just a legend.
The reason why he has never done it is related to his family background.
Both parents are out-and-out farmers, living a pure life of men farming and women weaving.
In order for Xiao Huadong to have a good future, almost all the family's money was spent on him.
As for high-end gadgets such as music, chess, calligraphy, painting, tea, and wine, other than calligraphy and painting, my family couldn't even imagine it.
But the literati of the Song Dynasty just loved these things. Xiao Huadong could only ask others for advice, learn by himself, and explore at the same time.
Therefore, he has almost no piano skills, can only get started with chess, and is often exposed to calligraphy and painting, which is barely acceptable.
But the tea art was even later. He had no salary, only the filial piety of serving others, and only a small amount of tea.
Tuan Cha was good in the first place, but compared with Zui Chunfeng, it immediately fell into the inferior category.
Originally, the literati were pursuing Tuancha, but now that they have drunken spring breeze, they have abandoned it as if it were a waste.
Xiao Huadong also wanted to taste the drunken spring breeze, but he never had the chance.
It was not until the construction of the Ewang Temple that he got a fundamental improvement from his dealings with Zhaojiazhuang.
If nothing else, Liu Quan, the shopkeeper of Zhaojiazhuang Jianfang, has a large amount of tea in the cabinet.
Moreover, these teas are not ordinary group teas, but high-end Zui Chunfeng.
Xiao Huadong couldn't help but be overjoyed and came to Liu Quan every day just to drink this tea.
This was an opportunity he had never had before, and he seized it.
While he was drinking spring breeze green tea, he humbly asked Liu Quan for advice.
In fact, tea tasting is also a knowledge, and most people may not be willing to teach it.
Liu Quan also liked Xiao Huadong who liked to use his brain very much and taught him without any reservation.
Liu Quan was willing to help him because their family backgrounds were similar.
Liu Quan is almost ten years older than Xiao Huadong and has always regarded him as his younger brother because he has a younger brother who is about the same age as Xiao Huadong.
Another thing is that he thinks Xiao Huadong likes to use his brain and has the potential to cultivate.
The tea art that Xiao Huadong had learned from Liu Quan in the capital finally came into use today.
Miss Ren gently opened the tea lid, revealing a slight gap.
Xiao Huadong nodded, this is the way to drink tea.
She did this to prevent the aroma of tea from escaping from the cup.
Opening the tea lid and drinking tea in big gulps is actually the same as chewing peonies.
Those who understand tea know that when the tea lid is opened, the aroma of the tea is almost gone, but the aroma of the tea can still be tasted there.
Miss Ren lifted her mask, revealing her delicate face.
She sniffed it gently with her nose, then nodded, with a smile on her face: "The fragrance is indeed pure, without a trace of earthy smell."
"Young Lady Ren really understands the three tastes, I admire you so much." Xiao Huadong saw her movements and heard Lady Ren's voice, and bowed her hands.
Cuihua looked back and forth between Xiao Huadong and Mrs. Ren for a few times, and asked in confusion: "Madam, why doesn't this smell like earth?"
"This is actually not difficult." Ms. Ren put down her tea cup and said, "Because the well water comes into contact with the soil, it naturally has a fishy smell of soil."
"Do you have a tea bowl and a spoon?" Miss Ren suddenly asked a question.
Xiao Huadong was a little embarrassed and shook his head: "I'm drinking tea from a teacup now, so I didn't bring it with me."
In addition to them sweeping snow and making tea, there are of course other people in the pavilion.
Zui Chunfeng is expensive and not everyone can afford it.
Tea cups are even more expensive, so ordinary people use tea bowls.
Cuihua smiled and borrowed a tea bowl and a spoon from the others. .
Cuihua felt baffled while borrowing it, and even Xiao Huadong was a little confused.
The two of them saw Madam Ren tilting the tea cup into the tea bowl, and the tea flowed out from the gap in the lid of the tea cup.
While letting the tea flow out, Miss Ren explained calmly: "The little sage said that by not opening the tea lid, the original flavor of the tea can be maintained to the maximum extent, and the taste of the tea can also be maintained for a longer period of time."
"Young lady, you have learned a lesson now." It turned out that there are still some things to pay attention to when drinking tea, so Xiao Huadong bowed his hand.
Most of the tea in the tea cup flowed into the tea bowl, and Miss Ren kept observing.
She looked at the tea and nodded with satisfaction: "It is indeed snow water, but the color of the soup is different."
"Why is it different?" Xiao Huadong and Cuihua looked at each other and asked in confusion.
Miss Ren did not raise her head to look at them, as if she was intoxicated: "If you make tea with well water, the color must be yellow-green. Even if the well water is good, it will be light green at most. Where can you get this kind of emerald green? Sure enough, snow water is not It’s the same.”
After talking about it, Mrs. Ren was deeply impressed.
"Madam, how does this taste?" Cuihua sighed, looking at Madam Ren and asked.
Miss Ren gently scooped out a spoonful, put it into her mouth, closed her lips, stirred the tea, and made a gurgling sound as it echoed in her mouth.
Then, she closed her eyes and slowly swallowed the tea.
It wasn't until the tea was completely swallowed that she opened her eyes and marveled: "The fragrance lingers on the lips and teeth, pure and pure, with a lingering aftertaste."
Hearing Mrs. Ren's praise, other tea drinkers also came over to watch and marveled at it.
A person holding a tea bowl put down the tea bowl in his hand, looked at his brown tea, and then looked at the tea here. When he saw the tea, he couldn't help but admire: "It's so green, like jasper, it makes people intoxicated."
Another tea customer looked at the color of the tea in his hand and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Looking at the color of my tea, it seems that it's already late autumn; but seeing the color of your tea, we seem to be back in spring again."
"Sure enough, it lives up to the name of drunken spring breeze. Even in such cold winter, it is still emerald green." Another tea guest also praised happily.
Cuihua couldn't help but feel happy after hearing this.
At this time, she seemed to be a person who knew tea. She looked at the vast white snow, pointed at the snow and said: "If there is no good snow water, where can we have such good tea."
"Of course." Everyone looked at Bai Xue along with Cuihua, nodded, and said one after another, "Young lady is right."
But Xiao Huadong never expected that Cuihua suddenly turned her eyes to him.
"With such good tea, can't Mr. Xiao write a poem?" She bent her little head and asked Xiao Huadong.
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