Chapter 22 It turns out it was you

This beauty was the woman in red. Chen Wanrong never thought of seeing her here, so she couldn't be stunned. Chen Wanrong led the blue and white flowers over and came to the door and sang a promise to her: "Miss, is this in Mr. Zheng's mansion?"

A blue round-necked shirt and yellow skirt were erect, just like tender lotus in the wind, which was pitying! When the woman saw Chen Wanrong, she was surprised at first, then smiled on her face, adding a little charming, and was generous: "Mr. Chen, Dad said you are coming today, you are really here. Please come in quickly." The voice was still so crisp and pleasant.

She was actually Zheng Jianqiu's daughter. Chen Wanrong could not have dreamed of it and was stunned again: "Is Mr. Zheng your father?"

"What's wrong? Isn't it okay?" She smiled slightly, as if the spring breeze was blowing on her face, making people feel very comfortable.

Chen Wanrong discovered that he had a grammatical problem and quickly explained: "No, no, I didn't mean that. It would be a blessing for Mr. Zheng to have a daughter like you who is knowledgeable and knowledgeable."

"You are a person who speaks well. We will only meet for a while, don't talk nonsense." Although she was humble, she smiled as bright as the spring flowers.

There are quite a lot of answers to this question. Chen Wanrong didn't think about it: "If you have a father, you must have a daughter. The old man loves to study by nature, and even if he travels, he never forgot to carry a book. Can his daughter be bad?"

"If you have a father, you must have a daughter?" The woman chuckled. She had never heard of the words "If you have a father, you must have a son" and never heard of the saying that she was like a daughter. She couldn't be surprised and shouted into the door: "Xiao Bao, take the horse to the stable."

A servant of eighteen or nineteen years old ran out of the house and reached out to pick up the reins. Chen Wanrong smiled and said, "I'm here by myself, I dare not work on you."

Xiao Bao looked at the woman and waited for her to give her instructions. The woman smiled and said, "You are the guest invited by my father, how can you bother you?"

Last time I sent her back to the small door, I sat in the doorman for a while. He was an ordinary person and was optional. Today, I became a guest, so naturally I couldn't go to the side. This was a courtesy. Chen Wanrong had to hand the reins to Xiao Bao and said thank you. Xiao Bao took the blue and white flowers. The woman reminded him: "Add some ingredients, use the grains of full grains, and feed an egg."

Niu Dayan spent a lot of money on feeding blue and white rice. He had good millet and eggs. Chen Wanrong was about to say that blue and white rice would not eat grass, but she didn't expect that she would go into the head and saved a lot of trouble. Thank you: "Thank you."

"Your horse is very majestic. If you have a good horse, you have to get good materials! No need to thank you!" After the woman finished her explanation, she turned to the guest and said, "Mr. Chen, please."

"Miss Zheng, please!" Chen Wanrong finished his etiquette and walked towards the courtyard. The woman was very polite and landed on the seat half of Chen Wanrong's shoulder.

According to the welcoming ceremony, Chen Wanrong should have fallen half a shoulder behind her, showing respect for her master. However, as a woman, although she was a woman in the Tang Dynasty, she could not surpass her status and could only fall behind.

It’s not impossible for a guest to walk in his head, unless it’s a guest of honor. Chen Wanrong has something to ask for Zheng Jianqiu, but it’s not a guest. It’s too rude to do this. Chen Wanrong slowed down and walked side by side with her. Her bright eyes glanced at Chen Wanrong, accepted Chen Wanrong’s kindness, and quickly moved his lotus steps and led Chen Wanrong around the door screen.

The purpose of setting up door screens for wealthy families is to block the scene inside the door. If there is no door screen, there will be no obstruction and no obstruction, and the scenery in the door will not be completely seen in the eyes of passers-by?

Last time, Chen Wanrong walked through a side door. He only knew that the courtyard was not small, but it was unknown how big it was. Looking around, it was much larger than the old Zheng family house, with dozens of houses arranged in a scattered manner.

Entering the door is a garden, with flowers, plants and trees planted on both sides of the secluded path. The trees are sprouting tender buds, and the flowers are about to bloom, and they have a quiet atmosphere. Chen Wanrong seems to be not coming to someone else's house, but walking in the park, which makes people feel refreshed.

Gardens in the Tang Dynasty were very popular, and it goes without saying that all the princes and nobles built gardens. The wealthy families were not willing to go there and did their best to build them.

The reason why gardens were popular in the Tang Dynasty was not only because of the strong national strength and the people's lives were good, but also because the garden scenery was good and it was pleasant to enjoy. It was also a good place for scholars to sing poems, wine and singing. It was because scholars were particularly fond of gardens.

In his later years, in order to avoid party struggles, Bai Juyi sought to work in Luoyang. He invited friends to recite poems and essays in his own garden and wrote a masterpiece of "Pen of the Pool". In his poem, the poet wrote, "A ten-acre house, a five-acre garden, a pool of water, a thousand bamboos. Don't say that the soil is narrow, or the ground is biased. It can accommodate knees and rest shoulders. There are halls, pavilions, bridges, boats, books, wine, songs and strings. There are old people in the middle, and the white beard is cool. You can't find it."

"Ten acres of houses, five acres of gardens" is not an accurate garden number, which means that gardens account for a considerable proportion. The poet and his friends read and drink in the garden, sing and sing, walked on the bridge, and boated in the lake. This is a life like a god. Compared with the "paradise" life in Tao Yuanming's dream, no matter who lives in this love, he will be "aware of the part and contentment, and there is no way to seek it."

Although Zheng Jianqiu was a businessman, he never forgot that he was a scholar and a promising scholar. However, his fate was ill-fated and he had to join the merchants. He spared no effort to pursue the elegant and joyful things of scholars. In addition, he had money, so it was no problem to build a garden.

As Chen Wanrong was looking at him, Qing'e came towards him. When he saw Chen Wanrong, he had a stern face and made a face at Chen Wanrong. He spitted his tongue and smiled, which was quite naughty, and he was completely different from what he didn't like to see him that day.

Chen Wanrong is full of the liveliness of young people. He imitates Qing'e's appearance, opens his mouth, spits out his tongue, and turns white his eyes, making him look like a hanged ghost.

Qing'e screamed in fear, shaved her face and shyed Chen Wanrong, and said, "I'm not ashamed!"

Chen Wanrong joked: "I'm so embarrassed that I'm blushing."

Qing'e's pink face turned red. Knowing that Chen Wanrong was making fun of her, she gave Chen Wanrong a fierce look. Yao snorted in her nose, raised her face, pretending not to see Chen Wanrong.

Miss Zheng waved at her, Qing'e came over, Miss Zheng was a few steps behind, muttering a few words in her ear, Qing'e nodded and trotted. Chen Wanrong was not stupid enough to eavesdrop, and walked quickly to the front. After Miss Zheng gave the order, she quickly followed.

After walking the secluded path, Chen Wanrong came to a particularly large house. He looked up and saw a plaque hanging above the door, which read "Yingbin Hall". The frame was reasonable, the structure was strict, and the strokes were strong. Chen Wanrong was too familiar with this word, so he didn't have to think about who it was. He praised: "Mr. Wu's good word!"

Miss Zheng said half-jokingly: "Uncle Wu's handwriting is naturally good. My father and he have been with him for half a lifetime, so we have only written these three words at home. It's not like you. I don't say the inscriptions for you, but also write instructions for use." Wu Jing and Zheng Jianqiu had a good relationship, so I naturally have to tell him about Chen Wanrong.

She was joking, and Chen Wanrong also responded with a joke: "Do you think Mr. Wu is more favorable than another?"

According to her idea, Chen Wanrong has benefited from Wu Jing, so Chen Wanrong should have said something to thank him. Unexpectedly, Chen Wanrong didn't say a word of thanks, but instead it was difficult for her to be stunned.

"Is Mr. Zheng good?" Chen Wanrong didn't want her to be too embarrassed and changed the subject.

It was fine if he didn't ask, but his kind greetings were turned into a big roll of eyes. Miss Zheng glared at him and said angrily: "Don't you know the good things you did yourself?"

This really confused Chen Wanrong. Zheng Jianqiu was drunk yesterday. I was so kind that I was so kind that I helped him into the car. I also let him lie down and lie down comfortably. At least you have to say something thankful, but I was so complaining that Chen Wanrong couldn't do it without being confused.

Seeing Chen Wanrong's confused look, Miss Zheng pursed her lips and chuckled, and pushed open the door: "Mr. Chen, please."

Chen Wanrong followed her into the house and saw that the house was decorated in a quiet and elegant manner, with tables, chairs, screens and curtains. There were many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and beautiful murals were painted on the walls.

Chen Wanrong saw murals in the Tang Dynasty. However, the murals here are not comparable to those made by Li Qingquan for the sake of "resatisfaction". The lines are smooth, the pictures are beautiful, and the flowers, birds, insects and fish are lifelike. They must be masters.

"Mr. Chen, please sit down." Miss Zheng led Chen Wanrong to the wall and asked Chen Wanrong to sit down.

This is an exquisite table with a chair on each side. It should be the place where the host receives guests. He has his own seat. Chen Wanrong thanked him and sat down.

Qing'e came in with a tray, with three unique tea cups in it, and came to Chen Wanrong: "Please use tea." This was when we were welcoming guests, so we didn't make a face at Chen Wanrong.

Thank you, Chen Wanrong didn't hesitate and picked up a cup of tea. Qing'e put a cup of tea on the table and handed a cup to Miss Zheng. Miss Zheng took it and found a seat to sit down. Qing'e went out with a tray.

She didn't sit next to her. Chen Wanrong knew that she was out of restraint. She took a sip and could taste the kind of tea with her eyes closed. She praised: "Good tea. I have drunk this Qingcheng Xueya several times with Mr. Li, but this cup is not as good as this one."

Miss Zheng put down the teacup in her hand and explained: "Qingcheng Xueya is an excellent tea, but he can't cook it well. My father taught him how to cook tea, but he was not calm and it was difficult to cook good tea."

There are many drinks available in modern society, including pure water, mineral water, milk, yogurt, and soy milk, which are too richer than the Tang Dynasty. This certainly plays a role in improving life, but our ancestors don’t know much about tea ceremony. Chen Wanrong has limited knowledge of tea. After hearing what she said, he knew that he had met an expert and was curious, so he asked for advice: "The way of tea art can be pleasant, but I came from a farmer and didn’t know much. I would like to ask the lady to give me a message."

Zheng Jianqiu did not show up, so Miss Zheng had to accompany Chen Wanrong on behalf of her father and find some words to avoid being disheartened: "There are roughly two ways to drink tea. One is to put the tea powder into a bottle, rinse it into boiling water, and then drink it, which is called the Ann Tea Method. The other method is to sing tea. Before sing tea, you must dry and crush the tea to make it tender as tender as pine flowers.

"The quality of tea soup is mainly because the heat of boiling water must be mastered. Speaking of boiling water, not any water can be used to boil tea. There is a difference between water. The Yangtze River is the first, the Huishan Spring Water in Wuxi is the second, the Huqiu Temple Spring Water in Suzhou is the third, the Guanyin Spring Water in Danyang is the fourth, the Daming Temple Water in Yangzhou is the fifth, the Wusong River Water is the sixth, and the Huai River Water is the last."

The water for sautéing tea must be good, not all water can be used. Chen Wanrong knew it. He heard her know it, and he had to convince himself and praised: "Miss Zheng is good at this. I have seen it, I have seen it."

Miss Zheng smiled slightly, and two beautiful wine vortexes appeared on her pretty face, which added a little charming: "You have been too much, and you made soap and thoughts, which are unexpected. It is a unique one." After the humility, I immediately entered the topic: "The pure taste of tea and the appropriate fragrance are mainly based on whether the heat is well controlled. When boiled water has three boils, the water boils like a fish's eyes and sounds, as if it is a light glow, which is a boil. The edge of the water is like a spring and keeps bubbling with water, which is a boil. The waves of the water are like waves in the river are three boils. The water is old and cannot be used."

These are all the experiences of our ancestors. For the first time in his life, Chen Wanrong couldn't help but get immersed in his mind and his neck stretched out. Miss Zheng said to Chen Wanrong just to avoid being upset. Unexpectedly, Chen Wanrong was so humble and listened carefully, and couldn't help but feel a little bit of favor. She smiled at Chen Wanrong, and then said: "In order to get delicious tea soup, when the water boils, add a small amount of salt to the water to season."

The ancients had a lot of ideas, and they actually used salt in this way. Chen Wanrong had to admire him from the bottom of his heart and praised him. In return, he received a smile from Miss Zheng: "Mr. Chen has been too much, and anyone who likes to drink tea knows this. When it comes to the second boiling, he has to scoop out a scoop of soup and stir it with a horse pole to make the boiling water even. Put a certain amount of tea powder in a small spoon, and stir it without stopping it."

When the ancients used a kettle to cook tea, the heat might be uneven, so they had to stir it. This is the same as the chemical industry's shaking in order not to overheat locally. Chen Wanrong could understand it and nodded.

Chen Wanrong is really a good student. Miss Zheng is less restrained and walks over with a teacup and sits beside Chen Wanrong. A wave of intoxicating daughter's fragrance rushes into the nose tube, making people intoxicated.

Ms. Zheng sat down and continued to explain: "After a while, soup flowers will appear in the tea soup. At this time, the water you scooped out at first should be re-added to prevent the tea from boiling too much, and more soup flowers can be cultivated. At this point, the tea soup has been cooked and the firewood can be removed."

After a pause, he said something very elegant: "People who know how to drink tea is the taste. People who don't know how to drink tea drink all the ox drinks like thirsty ox. They don't know what the tea tastes. They just ruined the hard work of the tea-making man. The tea is not finished, and they still need to divide the tea. The tea is divided into soup flowers. There are three kinds of soup flowers. The thin and dense ones are called Mo, and the thick and soft ones are called Mo. A pot of tea can only be divided into five bowls. No more, and more is tasteless."

Chen Wanrong knew that China's tea culture was very famous and that tea culture was even more famous all over the world. He didn't expect that it would have such complexity and so many connotations. If he hadn't listened to her explanation, he would have thought that tea tasting in film and television dramas was the way of Chinese tea art.

This is a spiritual enjoyment and a cultural feast. Chen Wanrong was very satisfied and stood up and bowed with fists: "It's really an eye-opener, thank you Miss Zheng!"

This is sincere thanks. Miss Zheng is a smart person. He heard that Chen Wanrong didn’t say anything false, and smiled slightly: “Mr. Chen, you are polite. I have seen many people who think they are good at tea art, but none of them are as humble as you. The little girl is very lucky. It is a great honor to meet a humble gentleman like you.

If you really learn and pretend, you can see at a glance that she will not be unable to see that Chen Wanrong was sincere. She said this very meticulously. After finishing the polite words, she explained again: "There is another way to drink tea. First put the tea powder into a cup and make a paste, and then add the soup. The method of adding soup is very important. If the technique is not perfect, you can stir it with a bamboo utensil. Then when you add soup, the water lines of the soup will become objects. The animals, insects, fish, flowers and plants are as delicate as picturesque and beautiful as a painting."

Chen Wanrong heard the tea-note method for the first time and couldn't help but shout loudly: "Okay! What a wonderful thought! Only a delicate person like Miss Zheng wants it."

"Mr. Chen has been awarded too much. This is not what I have created. Anyone who likes to drink tea can do it. It will become a trend after a long time." Miss Zheng shook her head slightly, regretting: "It's a pity that although she is good, it cannot last for a long time. It will be fleeting and it will be a short time."

Chen Wanrong had to comfort her: "The moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror cannot last forever. Everything has this number, so Miss Zheng doesn't have to be too concerned. It is not easy to be able to practice this technique. I am sure that life is a happy thing!"

Miss Zheng enjoyed this very much and smiled: "Mr. Chen, I didn't expect you to be a master, with such a broad mind, you can take it and let it go."

Once again, his family fortune has been gone. Those who were unable to see the original, and those who could see the openness were even more open. Chen Wanrong smiled and said, "I've been awarded too much, I've been awarded too much." He accidentally saw a painting on the wall, hurriedly put down the teacup, stared at Miss Zheng and asked, "Miss Zheng, are you just the word Qing?"

Inquiring about the woman's name in this way, not to mention in the Tang Dynasty, but in modern times, there was also abrupt intention. Miss Zheng looked at Chen Wanrong in confusion. She thought he had ulterior motives, but she saw that he looked anxious and looked very anxious, and had no bad intentions at all. She was stunned for a moment, then she gently pointed her head: "Yes! My name is Zheng Qing. What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!