The chicken soup is fragrant and mellow, the mushrooms are tender and delicious, the chicken is crispy and tasty, and the fried eggs with garlic sprouts and green tomatoes with fried peppers also have their own characteristics.

The rice bowl at Old Man Li's house is a small bowl-like bowl. Zhao Changan filled a big bowl without any courtesy. Xiao Lan's appetite was small, so the rice he filled just barely covered the bottom of the bowl.

Xiao Lan had a weak stomach, so even though he thought it was delicious, he only tasted it briefly. Zhao Changan was very satisfied with the food, and he was equally matched with Old Man Li.

This made Juaner look at Zhao Changan frequently, feeling that what she just said, "Actually, this chicken soup is stewed specially for my father" was just for the ears of a dog.

In the meantime, Old Man Li's black cat, like an old man, sat on the altar table next to the Eight Immortals table and ate the chicken heads and chicken paws fed by Old Man Li.

It has to be said that the cats in the mountains are fierce. Even Zhao Changan felt that the old hen bones, which were as hard as rocks, were as easy as eating halva in the black cat's mouth.

The food on the table was all gone, and Zhao Changan also shared a bottle of Maotai with Old Man Li.

Old man Li, who was already three-thirds drunk, took the initiative to stop drinking. He took out an earthenware jar from the cabinet in the main room and took off the earthenware lid wrapped in a thick layer of earthen cotton cloth. There was a bitter and pungent smell of medicine.

The child overflowed from the mouth of the altar.

Old Man Li's daughter Juan'er looked at her father in surprise. If she followed the correct steps, she would be able to drink enough wine tonight, and it was her father's favorite Moutai. He would have to drink at least a pound before he was willing to shut up.

The bottle of wine just now was shared equally between my father and this guy named Zhao Changan. In other words, my father, who only drank half a catty of wine, suddenly changed his temper tonight for some unknown reason.

Old Man Li took the wine jar and poured medicinal wine into the wine glass in front of him. The color was dark and it looked very hard to drink. He asked Zhao Changan with a smile: "Want a glass to taste first?"

"What's so special about this wine?"

Of course Zhao Changan doesn't know how to drink, but that doesn't mean he's not curious.

"It's nothing special. It's just a tasteless, slightly poisonous and cold thing. After drinking it, the bitter taste in your mouth can linger for an hour or two, making you think about nothing but why your mouth is so bitter."

An hour is two hours.

Zhao Changan smiled and shook his head in refusal: "I'm living a pretty good life now, and I don't need to use this to distract myself from the suffering."

"What do you raise?"

Old Man Li asked curiously.

"What do you want to raise?"

Zhao Changan was confused by the question.

Old Man Li was stunned, looking at Zhao Changan's expression that didn't seem to be hypocritical, and asked in surprise: "Who did you learn martial arts from? Did you inherit it?"

"Learned from one of my brothers."

"Is this the one Wen Ye who made a deal with Sui Yong?"

Old Man Li had obviously heard a lot from Meng Xuedong: "You are the senior brothers who recruit apprentices on behalf of the masters, and the senior brothers pass on the skills."

Zhao Changan smiled at Old Man Li. This old man was not an honest man and was full of lies. However, his face showed a look of sincere surprise and question.

He also sincerely said to Old Man Li: "We don't care about this, it's just about learning from each other between brothers."

"Okay, okay, it's good to learn from each other. It's not like the older generation like us, who all want to bring their own skills into the coffin."

Old Man Li picked up the small wine glass and drank the medicinal wine.

He grimaced in pain.

——

After dinner, Old Man Li warmly invited Zhao Changan and Xiao Lan to the tea room to see the wild tea he picked in the mountains today.

The tea leaves that have been ventilated in the bamboo basket for most of the day have evaporated away from the small droplets that clung to the fluff of the tea leaves in the heavy fog in the mountains in the early morning, leaving a little "dry" that has lost moisture.

Juan'er has already raised the fire to preheat the tea pot. In the sight of Zhao Changan and Xiao Lan, Old Man Li is standing on a horse step with his knees slightly bent, standing on a high stool a little over one meter away from the tea pot, holding his hands

Hold one after the other

With a special tea broom, Juaner put some tea leaves into the wok, and Old Man Li started to use the tea broom to sweep, pick, press, and rotate, frying the tea leaves in the pot until it looked like there were countless tea leaves in it.

Rhythmic dance.

The horse steps of Old Man Li's legs and the tea broom in his hand form the apex of a dynamic triangle. His feet are fixed points, and the head of the tea broom, which is packed with densely packed dry bamboo branches, is a moving point.

, to maintain this balance, otherwise Old Man Li's ninety-degree hunchback would have fallen to the ground long ago, and maybe his hunchback would suddenly fall straight.

The tea room gradually filled with the fragrance of tea.

At this time, Old Man Li suddenly stopped frying tea. He threw the tea broom behind his shoulder. The wooden stick on the tea broom, which was as thick as an egg in cross section, was stuck to his back, "Meow~"

The black cat entered the tea room without knowing when, and quickly jumped onto the bamboo edge of the tea broom.

In the slight sway, the thick head of the tea broom and the black cat, Old Li's head and legs are almost at a 90-degree angle, and the upper body and head are parallel to the ground, forming a new seesaw-like dynamic balance.

Juan'er, on the other hand, pulled a small stool not far from the tea pot and sat down on the small stool. She leaned forward slightly and stretched out her right hand to grasp the slightly red iron pot.

The tea leaves were constantly picked up, rubbed and pressed on the iron pot, and then thrown towards the slope of the tea pot, letting the tea leaves fall back down again along the smooth iron pot.

At the same time, Juan'er casually grabbed a handful of tea leaves without distinguishing between friend and foe, and repeated the previous action.——

"It's hard for them to live, but they are also so great. Living tenaciously and hard in ordinary days shows their extraordinary greatness!"

Xiao Lan was greatly shocked. Only then did she understand Zhao Changan's good intentions in bringing her here.

She is young, can be said to be very beautiful, and her figure is even better now. She is a famous college student. Although her family is not rich and powerful, her parents are civil servants in a good company. Her mother is a deputy section cadre of local taxation, and her father is

Cadres at the department level in the Water Conservancy Bureau are living a happy life.

However, ever since she fell hopelessly in love with that proud, self-respecting, sensitive, and talented senior, for nearly a year, this senior was the only one in her eyes and in her mind.

However, now that Zhao Changan forcibly pulled her out and saw the way these people struggled to survive, Xiao Lan felt a deep sense of guilt.

"ordinary?"

Zhao Changan glanced at Xiao Lan with a surprised look in his eyes, feeling that this silly girl seemed to have misunderstood something.

This old man can drink tea with Dang Huaifeng and talk about Taoism. Sui Yong and Mi Xiaoyin will treat themselves as juniors when they meet. How can he still be an ordinary person?

I didn't see the tall signal tower in the village, but it was said that it was a serious college student who got into Lin'an University, which is ranked among the top ten in the country.

Where is your IQ? Did it fall to the floor?

——

It took nearly an hour to fry these tea leaves. Originally, several bamboo baskets were filled with fresh tea leaves, but in the end, only one kilogram was produced.

Put it in two rough wooden boxes and give it to Zhao Changan and Xiao Lan as gifts.

Xiao Lan shied away in a panic, and it wasn't until Zhao Changan said, "I'll give it to you if you want to give it away," that she accepted it with a blushing face and embarrassment.

Then, Juaner went to boil hot water and invited Zhao Changan and Xiao Lan to take a bath.

To Xiao Lan's surprise, Zhao Changan actually took out two pairs of men's and one women's sandals, three towels, shampoo and shower gel, men's and women's pajamas, two unopened toothbrushes and two boxes from the trunk of the car.

toothpaste.

Xiao Lan was stunned when he saw it.

While Xiao Lan was taking a bath, Zhao Changan and Old Man Li sat in the yard and chatted while looking at the stars.

Old Man Li was sitting on a recliner specially made according to his body shape, so that he did not need to face the ground directly, but could see the stars.

(End of chapter)


Chapter completed!