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This is a very artistic teahouse, with half-open windows and half-covered bamboo curtains. The light falls on the tea table along the gaps in the curtains, hazy in layers. On one side is a simple incense burner, with smoke curling up. Orchids are planted in bamboo tubes with stems. The leaves are green and the flowers are silk-red. On the other side, a stove, a tea cauldron, a tea cup, a tea cup, and a tea spoon are placed in order. The water in the cauldron is boiling, singing in harmony with the sound of rain outside.
Lin Sui'an noticed that there were no tea grinders or tea cakes on the case, only a green tea can containing loose tea. It smelled like Baihua tea, a specialty of Cheng County. It was different from the low-grade and low-grade tea that he had seen in the tea shop before. Medium-grade tea, the shape of the tea leaves is more complete, the color is brighter green, and it is dotted with dried and curled white petals. It is the top-grade hundred-flower tea.
Opposite him, Qiu Wen was dressed in a wide robe, with snow-white hair and beard. He was sitting upright in the water smoke, like an immortal old man. He slowly picked out two handfuls of tea leaves with tea tweezers, sprinkled them carefully into the boiling tea cauldron, and pinched them with two fingers. The tea spoon was stirred slowly, and soon the rich aroma of tea came out. Lin Sui'an couldn't help but look forward to it, maybe he could finally drink serious tea today.
Seeing that the tea was about to be brewed, Qiu Wen suddenly pulled out a drawer from under the tea table, placed the small bottles and jars inside, opened them one by one, picked up the contents with tweezers and sprinkled them into the tea cauldron.
Lin Sui'an's face collapsed.
Those bottles and jars are obviously filled with spices. Every time one is sprinkled in, the color of the tea changes, from clear to turbid, from turbid to green, dark green, light blue, dark blue, blue-purple, brown... Finally, black bubbles appeared.
Good guy, if it weren't for the fact that the owner of Xiande Manor in front of him had a standard Tang native face, Lin Sui'an would even suspect that he and Ita were related.
"I'm not good at tea, I've made your Excellency laugh." Qiu Wen filled the cup with tea and put his hands in front of Lin Sui'an, "Please."
Lin Sui'an's eyes twitched wildly, and he took it bravely. Qiu Wen stared at her, unable to avoid it. Lin Sui'an took a sip of tea. Compared with Eta's craftsmanship, Emma was like a sleeping dragon and a phoenix. The bitter, spicy, and sour taste travels up the esophagus, smelling like vomit.
"I don't know what to call my little friend. What do you do at home?" Qiu Wen scooped another cup of tea for Lin Sui'an and asked.
Lin Sui'an was stunned for a moment. He had just called her "Little Lady Fang", so why did he ask her her last name now?
But looking at Qiu Wen's sincere expression, it doesn't look like he's faking it. Could it be that it's a special etiquette before tasting tea and needs to be formally introduced again?
Lin Sui'an: "My surname is Fang, and my family runs a medical clinic."
Qiu Wen snorted, twisted his beard and said with a smile, "In Cheng County, we respect doctors the most. I must have a good business at home, right?"
Lin Sui'an: "..."
ha?
"There are eight medical clinics and six drug stores in Cheng County, and the shopkeepers are all old friends of Qiu. If you don't give up, I am willing to help you connect with me and have a good discussion of medical skills with these shopkeepers." Qiu Wen said with a smile. .
What the hell?
Except for Fang's Medical Clinic in Cheng County, all medical clinics have closed down, let alone drug stores.
Lin Sui'an was surprised and glanced outside the door.
Ever since Qiu Wen said he wanted to invite her to tea, Qiu Bo followed her to the tea room like a follower. At this time, he was guarding the door. When he saw Lin Sui'an looking at him, he hurriedly waved his hand and pointed at Qiu Wen and his head. He waved his hand again.
Lin Sui'an's eyes widened.
Could it be——
"To be honest, my tea is the secret recipe given by Shopkeeper Zhu of Zhu's Pharmacy. The tea leaves are the top-grade Baihua tea from Cheng County," Qiu Wen pointed at the jar on the table and smiled, "These are precious medicinal materials. Grind it finely with a stone mill and boil it into tea in different proportions to create a unique herbal tea soup with overflowing fragrance and exquisite color, hence the name 'Xianglong'."
Lin Sui'an suddenly broke into a cold sweat. He held his breath and felt the reaction of his body. Fortunately, there was no abnormality of food poisoning.
Qiu Wen twisted his beard and smiled, looking at the drizzle outside the house, "I haven't seen them for a few days. They must have been busy with free clinics recently -" After saying that, he sighed and looked at Lin Sui'an again, " I don’t know what to call my little friend?”
Lin Sui'an: "..."
She understood that this old owner of Qiu Village was probably Alzheimer's.
"My surname is Fang." Lin Sui'an said again.
Qiu Wen nodded, "Fang Xiaoyou is very skilled, but I wonder where he learned from?
Lin Sui'an: "I am born with great strength, I have never learned it from others."
Qiu Wen said "Oh——", "My brother Qiu Liang has also been very strong since he was a child. He can carry several tanks of water by himself. A few days ago, the clan sent him to take part in the scientific examination. He has been there for a long time, and I don’t know when I will come back, I miss you so much.”
Qiu Liang? Lin Sui'an remembered it, it was the name of the magistrate of Cheng County.
It turns out that Qiu Liang is the younger brother of the owner of Qiu Village.
Lin Sui'an was a little disappointed. He originally planned to get some clues from Qiu Wen's mouth, but now it seems that his memory has been confused and it is useless to ask anything.
"Why don't you drink tea, little friend? But you don't like my tea?" Qiu Wen said with a smile, "Little friend, I don't know, my tea is Cheng County's unique Baihua tea, and with these precious medicinal materials, it is made with a small fire After a moment of cooking, it becomes a rare medicinal tea with overflowing fragrance and exquisite color, hence the name 'Xianglong'."
As he said that, he pushed the tea cup towards Lin Sui'an and said, "Try it."
Lin Sui'an was miserable, holding a tea cup and frequently sending distress signals to Qiu Bo. Qiu Bo seemed to be anxious, and he frequently turned his head to look outside the hospital, as if he was waiting for someone.
"Oh, I'm so old and rude, I don't know what to call you," Qiu Wen asked again, "What do you do at home for a living?"
Lin Sui'an: Help!
Suddenly, Qiu Bo looked overjoyed and bowed to the door, saluting him as "Master of the House." Then, a six-foot-tall thin man wearing a black brocade robe walked in quickly and knelt down beside Qiu Wen. From his side, he whispered, "Uncle, I'm coming."
The thin man has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and looks poor, but he is dressed very elegantly. The black brocade is woven with dark patterns, which can still glow faintly in such dim light. He wears a black jade hosta on his head, which is decorated with gold. The jade belt on the waist has a concave pattern, and the material of the jade belt on the waist cannot be seen. The color is warm and moist, probably agate.
Lin Sui'an felt that this person looked familiar, and after a brief recollection, he remembered that when he went to the Dragon God Temple for the first time to make offerings, this person was standing next to Xuanming Sanren. At that time, Zhu Dachang seemed to call him "the head of the family."
Qiu Wen looked at the thin man, his eyes were dazed for a moment, then brightened again, he smiled and touched the thin man's head, "Xiaohong is here, look, I found a friend to drink tea with me today," and looked at Lin Sui'an, "I wonder what my little friend's last name is and where is his hometown?"
The thin man frowned and looked over, his expression not very good.
Lin Sui'an was a little embarrassed and didn't know whether he should reply.
"Uncle, this little friend has something important to do. Let me read a book with you." The thin man helped Qiu Wen get up and walked towards the inside of the tea room. The inside and outside were separated by a huge screen. There is a picture of wintersweet on the screen, and you can vaguely see beds, cabinets, bookshelves and other items inside.
"Miss Fang, hurry up, hurry up!" Qiu Bo waved from outside the door.
Lin Sui'an quickly got up and ran out. Qiu Bo signaled her to be silent and quickly walked out of Qiu Wen's yard. Qiu Wen's yard was far away from the martial arts training ground. There was only a path leading directly to it. He walked back along the path for a quarter of an hour, passed through the round corner gate and the small garden, and then returned to the main corridor road.
Lin Sui'an: "Who was that just now?"
Qiu Bo sighed, "The person you just met is Mr. Qiu, the previous head of the Qiu family."
Lin Sui'an pointed to his head, "Master Qiu, is this here?"
"The old family leader is already seventy years old. Two years ago, he gradually became confused. He can still remember some things in the past, but he can't remember anything in the near future." Qiu Bo shook his head, "The clan has no choice but to make a choice. The new head of the family will let the old head of the family take care of themselves in Xian De Manor."
"Could the person who came after him be the current head of the Qiu family?"
Qiu Bo nodded, "You must remember, you must be careful in your words and deeds in front of the head of the house, and don't talk nonsense."
Lin Sui'an blinked and said, "Is the Qiu family master bad-tempered?"
"Oh, there are so many things in Zhuangzi. The head of the family has to personally take care of everything. He also has to take time to drink tea and read with the old head of the house every day. The head of the house is too tired——"
"The current head of Qiu's family, Qiu Hong, is also the current head of Xiande Manor. He looks wretched and has a bad temper." Jin Ruo put a piece of white sugar cake on the plate to represent Qiu Hong, poked it twice with chopsticks and said, "Qiu's The tribesmen respect him rather than respect him."
Lin Sui'an shook his head, "He looks pretty average, but he's not vulgar."
Jin Ruo: "I didn't say that, it was Eta who said it."
Ita raised her hand: "Xiaoyu said it."
"Hua actually thinks that the old head of the family is very concerning," Hua Yitang tapped his chin with a fan, "Why do you have to repeat the same words many times? Is there some hidden meaning?"
Lin Sui'an: "..."
It seems that Alzheimer’s disease is not well understood in this era.
"Stop studying that old fool, Mr. Hua. Did you gain anything from going to Simian Village?" Jin Ruo asked.
"The harvest is great!" Hua Yitang said seriously.
Everyone was refreshed and listened carefully.
"I found that -" Hua Yitang breathed, "the embroidery in Simian Village is really - too bad!"
Everyone: "..."
Hua Yitang raised his fingers and counted items one by one with disgust on his face, "First of all, the spinning method is too rough, resulting in all the threads being uneven in thickness and lacking in toughness. When weaving with this kind of thread, there will be gaps in the warp and weft. The fabrics are mostly defective, and the embroidery on this kind of fabric is even more terrible. The stitches are used randomly, the colors are vulgar, and the finished embroidery is simply unsightly. The embroidery pattern I drew by myself is actually used in this way. On the embroidery, it’s simply a waste of natural resources!”
When he said the last sentence, Hua Yitang almost jumped onto the table, which scared Mu Xia and quickly moved the chicken soup aside.
Everyone raised their eyebrows together.
Lin Sui'an was helpless, "Hua Yitang, can you do something serious?"
"What's even more outrageous is that Aunt Zhu actually said that their embroidery products are exported to Guangdu, Dongdu, Yangdu, and even Yidu, and are quite popular. What a piece of shit. Isn't this nonsense? Embroidery of this level, We can’t even get on the counter of our Huashi Embroidery Shop, let alone Yidu where embroidery workers dominate the Tang Dynasty. If this kind of embroidery can be sold in Yidu, I will write the word "花" upside down!"
Jin Ruo: "Master, is the embroidery in Simian Village really that bad?"
Lin Sui'an: "Isn't it just a few flowers embroidered on a piece of cloth? I think it's fine."
Fang Ke: "Perhaps it is sold to ordinary people. It only needs to be durable. It doesn't require much attention."
Jin Ruo: "Yes, people named Hua are picky."
Hua Yitang didn't seem to hear the three people's complaints at all, and the more they spoke, the more indignant they became, "What's even more outrageous is that Aunt Zhu said that the purchase price for their 55-square-foot embroidery is 50 cents for 5 pieces, 50 cents!"
Etta: “It’s so expensive!”
mu Five noodles cost 30 coins, medium-grade five noodles cost 20 coins, and low-quality noodles cost 50 coins. If calculated based on the purchase price of Simianzhuang, plus transportation, shop rental, labor salary and other expenses, the selling price of one-sided embroidery is at least Thirty cents per side is enough to recoup the cost.”
"They are all defective products, and they are actually sold more expensive than Hua's products," Hua Yitang laughed three times, "Ha, ha, ha," "Oh, shit, only a ghost would believe it!"
Jin Ruo: "Hua, have you been deceived?"
Fang Ke: "Why did Simianzhuang deceive Hua Yitang? Are you full?"
Hua Yitang cursed for a long time and finally gave up. He took a seat with a long breath. Mu Xia served steamed cakes with chicken soup. Hua Yitang took a big bite of the steamed cakes and puffed out half of his cheeks and said, "I will find a way to check around tomorrow." If the banker's account is just bragging, it will be exposed as soon as you check it. If it's not bragging -" he swallowed the steamed cake and frowned, "then there is another possibility -"
Lin Sui'an: "What Simianzhuang really sells is not embroidery, but something else."
Everyone looked stern.
Mother Zhu said that the business of Simianzhuang has always relied on Xiandezhuang to take care of it, and Xiandezhuang and Dragon God Guanhang are in collusion - in other words, what they really sell is probably Dragon God Fruit.
Fang Ke sighed quietly, took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Lin Sui'an. Lin Sui'an couldn't help trembling, looking at it with lingering fear, not daring to accept it at all, "Dare I ask Doctor Fang, what's in it?" yes--"
"The Dragon God Fruit antidote I just developed, but the drug is not properly introduced, so it may be a little slow to take effect," Fang Ke said, "I will defend you first."
Fang Ke's eye circles were three shades darker than before. This must be the result of staying up late for many days to make him tired. Lin Sui'an felt warm in his heart and took it solemnly, "Thank you!"
Hua Yitang came over and spread his hands.
Fang Ke: "What?"
"What about mine?"
Fang Ke rolled his eyes at him, "You are already marinated in spices, so you don't need it."
"..."
Hua Yitang was very unhappy. He folded his arms and huddled aside and muttered, which didn't sound like a good thing.
Lin Sui'an looked amused. He shook the bottle and heard that there should be several pills in it. He poured out two pills and handed them to Hua Yitang, "I'll give you two."
Hua Yitang glanced at Lin Sui'an and then at Fang Ke. Fang Ke rolled his eyes and stood up, patted his butt and left. Hua Yitang was so angry that his cheeks bulged up and stuffed the two pills back into the bottle. .
Lin Sui'an blinked, "You really don't want it?"
"I have been blessed with great fortune since I was little," Hua Yitang put the medicine bottle in Lin Sui'an's palm, "I'll give it all to you."
Lin Sui'an smiled, "Thank you."
Doctor Fang would not deny Hua Yitang the antidote for no reason. There must be a special reason. She believed in Doctor Fang's professional judgment.
With this in mind, Lin Sui'an put away the antidote, only to find that his wrist was grabbed by Hua Yitang. In a moment of confusion, he saw Hua Yitang take out a small pink porcelain bottle, pull it out with his teeth, and use a silk The handkerchief was dipped in ointment and carefully applied on Lin Sui'an's fingertips.
Lin Sui'an was stunned, "What are you doing?"
"You are hurt."
"..."
Only then did Lin Sui'an remember what the so-called "injury" was, and when he saw that the pinholes on his fingers had long since disappeared, he felt a little dumbfounded.
"It's ready."
"I need to apply medicine when I'm done." Someone said stubbornly, "Who told you not to tell me."
Lin Sui'an twitched his fingers, and Hua Yitang squeezed tighter. He turned his head and saw that the corners of Hua Yitang's eyes were reddish, her long eyelashes were hanging down, and the corners of her mouth were pursed, as if she had suffered some great grievance.
Forget it, let him be.
Lin Sui'an thought helplessly.
Hua Yitang's fingertips were warm, like jade baked by the sun. He could feel the temperature through the silk handkerchief. It trembled slightly and was like a fluttering butterfly. For the first time, Lin Sui'an experienced what it means to connect ten fingers. My heart, the touch was so itchy that it itched all the way to my heart.
Mu Xia, Jin Ruo and Yita didn't know when they ran away. The surroundings were quiet. All they could hear was the rain falling on the stone slabs along the eaves, making a tinkling sound. Lin Sui'an didn't dare to speak anymore. She could feel that something warm was slowly coming out of her dark heart step by step. Time was like stirring in fresh honey, clear and sticky, with a hint of sweetness.
After almost a century - Lin Sui'an felt - Hua Yitang finally finished applying the ointment and stuffed the ointment and the square-engraved medicine bottle into Lin Sui'an's palm. Suddenly, he jumped up and ran away with his clothes. .
Lin Sui'an was stunned for a long time and tried to move his fingers, but they were already stiff.
small theater
Hua Yitang rushed back to the side room with a red face, got into bed, covered his head and whined, then suddenly lifted the quilt, laughed twice, and continued to cover his head and whine.
Mu Xia, who was squatting outside the house, clenched her fists: Sure enough, it was right to tell Shi Lang that Mrs. Lin's finger was injured! :,,
