[Merit: eight thousand six hundred and thirty-one]
Inside the merit tower.
Looking at the remaining merit that was reduced by three thousand, Ouyang Rong sighed lonely.
After all, I couldn't hold back my hand.
The main reason is that I can't help but be curious about what this blessing worth three thousand merits is.
"What if it is something useful for controlling floods? A sharpened knife will not waste time chopping wood, right? Besides, if some life-saving blessing is missed, it will be a disaster."
Someone muttered: "If your merit is gone, you can save it again, but if your life is gone, it is really gone."
Laughing to death is actually just self-comfort.
Standing under the fortune clock that has been filled again and is too lazy to move a finger.
Ouyang Rong wandered around, touched his chin and analyzed:
"Three thousand merits. The last time I picked up a Wei Lai, I got a thousand merits plus five buckets of rice. This time it won't be another big Wei Lai, right? I'm laughing so hard, I don't have a single coin on my body."
"Well, from past experience, every time a new blessing comes, there should be an introduction. Looking back now, the introduction to the last blessing should have been when my junior sister informed me to go to Kou Ma Xing to pick a personal maid. I seemed to be muttering at that time It's all cheap.
“Last time, the underground palace blessing was a four-character stone carving in the shadow of the lotus pedestal.
"What about this time?
"What am I doing before the blessing comes?
"Eating spicy food... gave all the coins he had to four homeless people... mistakenly recognized the wrong person... helped the junior sister buy tabloids... Oh, and brought Su Dalang to fool around...
"Does the new blessing come from these things?"
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and thought about it carefully.
Trying to figure out some logic of the merit tower.
It's like a wrongdoer who receives a call from a stranger late at night, trying to figure out which ex-girlfriend the familiar drunken voice on the other side of the phone belongs to.
At this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly felt that something was wrong with the outside world.
Why is someone turning him over?
Ouyang Rong was so frightened that he quickly left the merit tower and returned to reality. When he opened his eyes, he could see clearly behind the scenes.
He couldn't help but hold on to the loosened belt, frowning and silently asked:
"What are you doing? Didn't I ask you to make tea?"
"Sir, I'm worried that you won't feel comfortable wearing your clothes, so I want to help you take off your coat."
"Then why are you turning over me?"
"I want to put a blanket on the couch."
"What are you doing with a blanket underneath? What does this have to do with tea ceremony?"
"I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will get wet later."
"You make tea and wet the bed?"
"I'm afraid that the young master will get wet."
"Don't worry, my hands are very steady and I won't spill it. You go make tea quickly, don't waste time just thinking about being lazy and slipping."
And as for the expensive tea, one sip of it will make you feel distressed even if you take a sip.
Ouyang Rong frowned, sighed and turned around, sitting down again.
"But……"
"But what? In two quarters of an hour, you, a tea master, have to come up with some tricks, right?"
Ouyang Rong looked at her.
Cui'er's face looked a little resentful, and she returned to the stage and fiddled with the tea set.
Ouyang Rongsi looked inside the room, and after making sure there was no other movement, he let out a breath.
In addition, while I was watching the tea ceremony by Gaoguan Tea Master, I was actually waiting for good news in my heart.
However, according to the last experience, it seems that the blessing is not necessarily effective immediately, or it is effective immediately, but it does have a gestation period when it is finally fed back to him.
Ouyang Rong had some expectations in his heart, but soon, when he saw the operation of a professional tea artist in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitched.
Just by putting the tea cake into the cauldron, two mouthfuls of Vera were spilled out.
Just a simple method of making tea, not to mention letting her boil the tea for three times and even the second boil...
Chawon, right?
Blood pressure is up.
Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.
In his previous life, he had participated in a tea ceremony club when he was in college, and he also liked to play with tea and coffee on weekdays. In this life, Xie Xun, a teacher at the academy, was a tea lover, and he followed behind and became even more proficient in it. This way,
Ouyang Rong made a serious face:
"Can you do the tea ceremony?"
Cui'er raised her charming face and said:
"Ah, I know how to do it, very...very well."
After saying that, she glanced at the handsome young man in front of her with a little resentment in her eyes.
She is indeed very good at tea ceremony, but the young master does not cooperate with her to perform it well.
"You know how to hammer."
"..."
The next second, before she could react, Cui'er staggered and was pushed aside by someone inexplicably.
Her little mouth opened slightly:
"Sir, what are you..."
"Step aside, I'll come."
Ouyang Rong's face was expressionless. He couldn't stand it any longer. He took over the tea set and teapot and began to skillfully clear the bowl and scoop out the tea...
Cui'er was stunned.
"Tea and water utensils need to be the best of all four... This is called roasting tea before making tea. You just boiled it without roasting it. Which teacher taught you this?"
someone asked without raising his head.
"..."
She was speechless.
But this is just the beginning.
"Listen, it boils like fish eyes and makes a slight sound. This is called boiling. Do you hear it clearly?"
"Listen, slave... listen clearly."
"Look here, the edge is like a spring of water. It's a second boil. Do you see it?"
"Look... I saw it."
"Look carefully... the waves are rising, which is the third boil. This is to prevent the water from boiling. You have to add the ladle of water scooped out at the second boil to stop it from boiling. This is called Yu Qihua, and this tea soup is It’s done! Do you understand?”
"I understand, I understand..."
She looked at the customer in front of her who was giving her a hands-on demonstration.
Cui Er, the top tea artist on the third floor who has always been highly praised for her tea ceremony skills, was stunned.
"Do you understand what it means? Do you understand or not?" Ouyang Rong frowned and was very strict.
"I understand, I understand." Cui'er nodded hurriedly.
"Okay, then you can do it again." He nodded.
"...!!"
Just as Cui'er was nervously shrinking her neck and hands in front of the stern-faced master, making tea cautiously and clumsily, the sound of the door opening next door suddenly came from outside.
"Hmm? Two-quarters of an hour has not come yet, why did Ashan come out..."
Ouyang Rong stood up out of curiosity, temporarily letting go of a certain top tea master who was crying without tears, and went to open the box door.
It turned out to be Liu Ashan.
But when the dull man saw Ouyang Rong opening the door, he was a little surprised:
"Master, how come you..."
Ouyang Rong stepped aside: "You still ask me, I also want to ask you how to get better... Well, come in and talk."
Liu Ashan quickly waved his hand: "Forget it, Master, I won't disturb your pleasure, I will help you guard outside..."
"What are you doing? Come in and have tea. Don't think nonsense."
Ouyang Rong shook his head and welcomed the tall, thin man who was slightly stunned outside the door.
The two sat down in front of the stove.
Liu Ashan looked at the tea master Gaoguan next to him who was making tea seriously. His face was a little stunned and he couldn't help but look sideways at his master.
The latter poured him tea as if nothing had happened and chuckled:
"Ah Shan probably didn't drink tea next door, right?"
Liu Ashan looked a little embarrassed. He took the tea cup from the master with both hands and looked down at the reflection in the cup:
"Well, I... am not used to these elegant things. I asked the counter to refund the money. I don't want to waste Mr. Su's money... How did the master guess it?"
Ouyang Rong smiled and said half-jokingly:
"You still need to guess? Ah Shan is different from Dalang, Liu Lang, and me."
"No, it's nothing different. On the contrary, I envy the master, Mr. Su, and Brother Yan."
Ouyang Rong teased: "Then why not learn it and enjoy the tea ceremony?"
Liu Ashan hesitated for a moment and said truthfully:
"I'm actually very content with my life now. Outside, I can follow the master and do things that benefit the people. At home, I can also support my mother and sister. I don't dare to expect too much anymore."
Speaking of this, Liu Ashan suddenly raised his head and drank the tea in the warm cup. He wiped the tea leaves on the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He couldn't help but say:
"Master, my family's life is getting better and better. I saved money to buy a house on the outskirts of the city and two acres of land. I went to pick up my mother and Qing from the mountains the day before yesterday. I will save some more If you have money, you can redeem them from their lowly status...
"However, my mother said that there is no rush to redeem myself. She said that she would arrange a marriage for me first and marry a down-to-earth wife to go home... But I have thought about it these past few nights. I will work harder and save more money, and see if I can We can’t do these two important things together, and neither of them can be left behind!”
Ouyang Rong was startled for a moment, and saw an unspeakable brilliance on the dark face of the dull man in front of him.
There is satisfaction, excitement, and hope.
It's a bit like the glow on the dark sky at dawn. Even if the viewer is in a bad mood, he can't help but feel the same uplifting mood after seeing it.
"Okay, then I'll wait for your good news."
Ouyang Rong laughed, and his tone was a little reproachful:
"But why didn't you tell me when you brought your mother and sister down the mountain the day before yesterday? Well, next time you will bring your aunt and your sister over and have a meal together at Meiluyuan."
The dull man nodded quickly, but he didn't know if he heard it.
He hesitated for a moment, but still hoped to ask:
"Master, if I find my mother-in-law and get married, do you...do you have time to come over and have a drink?"
Ouyang Rong wanted to agree immediately, but paused and considered his words:
"If you are in Dragon City, you will definitely be there."
He clenched his fist and covered his mouth: "Ahem, but Ashan, you have to be as fast as possible."
Liu Ashan was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and nodded quickly:
"Don't worry, sir, it will definitely be during your term of office. It may be this year soon."
Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing more.
Carrying a pot to pour tea for a dull man.
…
What Ouyang Rong didn't know was that he was drinking tea and chatting upstairs.
At the entrance of Yunshui Pavilion on the first floor, a Persian businessman with a hooked nose and green eyes was walking in.
The Persian businessman waved calmly, dismissed the enthusiastic waiter, and walked directly to the corner of the lobby on the first floor, in front of the drunken one-armed young man lying on the table.
He picked up a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine that had fallen on the ground, sat down at the table, and placed the jug in front of the one-armed young man's dazed face.
"Hey, isn't this Brother Ajie, the famous Broken Arm Sword Immortal from No. 108 Square in Chang'an? Why do you come to such a small place to drink? Is it possible?"
The Persian businessman seemed to have realized it with a look of surprise on his face, and asked in surprise.
The one-armed young man didn't seem to hear. He stood up like mud and continued to drink from the wine bottle.
The Persian businessman pretended to be angry and said:
"The Yunmeng Jianze is really true. The peach branches in the valley are covered with famous swords from ancient and modern times. They still take them by force every year, even the only beloved sword of Hero Ajie... Well, in this world, It’s really a drought and a flood..."
The atmosphere at the table became quiet.
The one-armed young man who was whispering the ballad paused and softly uttered one word: "Get out."
The Persian businessman was not annoyed and smiled and said:
"What a coincidence, I have a friend in Dragon City. He admires heroes the most. He is worried that the new sword coming out of the family will not be matched by a hero...
"I went to take a look. Although I am not a master of Xiangjian, just looking at the steaming atmosphere of the sword furnace, I guess it is more than a little bit better than your Gui Niang, hero."
A young man with a severed arm holding a wine bottle and drinking from his back paused.
Immediately, under the drooping blue eyelids, a pair of eyes stared at the Persian businessman.
"Walk."
…
I slept until four o'clock in the afternoon and became a pig... The next chapter is at twelve o'clock...
(End of chapter)
