Appreciation of treasures

Chapter 731 Good Tea
"Tsk tsk, good tea!" Zhao Gang exclaimed sincerely.

"If you like it, I'll give you two catties. You can take it back and share it with your family and friends." Chen Ziqi smiled.

"Two catties?! Miss Chen, are you so generous? This tea is not ordinary."

Zhao Gang almost didn't spit out a sip of tea, this level of West Lake Longjing.

The whole of Linshui can only produce three catties a year at most, according to this fragrant and sweet taste with endless aftertaste.

Most of them are picked from the tea king tree in the three treasures of Linshui, three quarters before the rain.

Its preciousness is by no means comparable to that of equivalent gold.

Seeing Zhao Gang's surprised look, Chen Ziqi blinked, and a mischievous smile appeared on her pretty face.

She pointed at the stone table with her finger and said with a smile: "My tea, how can I know what kind of tea it is? Tell me, do you want the 'Xianglin tea' from Tianzhu Xianglin Cave in Lingyin Temple or the Baiyun Peak in Tianzhu?" 'Bai Yunzhen'? Or 'Yunlong Yin' from Geling Baoyun Mountain?"

"From your tone, you seem to have a lot of these famous teas at home?"

Zhao Gang was surprised. You must know that the tea produced in the three treasures of Linshui has been a tribute for the emperor since the Northern Song Dynasty.

Even now, most of the tea produced in these three treasures are shipped to BJ every year.

It can be said that it is hard to find a gram in the market.

Even when Zhao Gang is thriving now, Zhao Gang has only tasted Yunlong Yin once, and that was two years old tea.

Zhao Gang's father is addicted to tea, if he can bring back two catties of tea of ​​this grade.

It can definitely sweep away his depression after the operation.

"It's not too much. The newly picked tea this year only weighs two catties." Chen Ziqi had a bright smile on her face, her big eyes bent into crescents.

"Two catties of each?! Your family owns a tea house?" Zhao Gang almost popped his eyes when he heard her understatement.

This level of tea, even for a wealthy family, it is not easy to keep three or four taels.

Zhao Gang was stunned that the Chen family actually had two catties of each kind.

Chen Ziqi liked Zhao Gang's stupefied appearance very much, and said with a smile, "Yes, my family owns the four major tea houses in Linshui. My grandfather likes to drink tea. Every year they will send a few catties. The production is much larger this year. There are also many sent up."

"Tsk tsk, it is indeed a famous family that has been rooted in Linshui for hundreds of years. It really has a deep foundation."

Zhao Gang sincerely admired that he now finally understood what the power of the Linshui Chen family was.

Seeing that Zhao Gang was so interested in tea, Chen Ziqi waved his hand.

Putting on an air of pride, he said, "I'll give you two catties. I'll ask Butler Zhao to bring it to you later, and I'll treat it as a friend of yours."

"Tsk tsk, this gift for making friends is a bit too expensive."

"You first gave me a picture of Xiling Guiyun, and then helped me cure my grandfather. This is the best gift you gave me."

Chen Ziqi waved her hands again and again, and said seriously.

In her heart, she had long regarded this young man whom she had only met twice as an important friend of hers.

If Zhao Gang needs anything, she will definitely do her best to help.

"Okay, then I'll stop being disrespectful." Zhao Gang accepted Chen Ziqi's kindness without further refusal.

"But the matter of your grandfather, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

"Ah? Haven't you already detoxified him?" Chen Ziqi immediately became nervous when she mentioned her grandfather.

Zhao Gang's face was as deep as water, and his eyes flashed brightly: "The poison is cured, but there is one thing that I can't understand."

"What's the matter?" Chen Ziqi asked immediately after.

"It's hard to say now. We'll talk about it after your grandfather wakes up."

Zhao Gang shook his head, closed his eyes, and began to sort out his messy thoughts.

"it is good."

Chen Ziqi obediently responded, and sat quietly beside her, looking at the sky.

From time to time, he turned his head to look at Zhao Gang, not knowing what he was thinking.

In Zhao Gang's eyes, this incident revealed strangeness everywhere.

According to common sense, Chen Jinrun is a master in the field of ancient Sanmiao culture research, and it is the matter of the king of Gu.

He must be very clear about it, and he would never do such a reckless thing as twisting indiscriminately. I am afraid that the poisoning thing is not that simple.

In addition, when he was holding the Trapped God Plate just now, there were several fresh scratches on it.

He was eager to save people at the time and didn't think too much about it, but now sitting here, the more he thought about it, the weirder he felt.

"Miss Chen, Mr. Zhao. Old Mr. Chen has woken up, and he let you two go in."

Pete walked up to the two of them with a medical bag in his hand, and said in blunt Chinese.

"Humph."

Chen Ziqi didn't talk to her, and walked straight to the room. She was just upset with Pete's cynicism to Zhao Gang before.

Pete was embarrassed, and he stood there with flushed cheeks, not knowing what to say.

Zhao Gang looked at Chen Ziqi who was leaving with a smile, and smiled kindly at Pete: "Is Dr. Pete leaving?"

"Well, Mr. Zhao, Mr. Chen's health is fine. I'm going back to the hospital. I'm really sorry about what happened today." Pete said sincerely.

Zhao Gang nodded slightly, waved his hands and said with a smile: "Today's matter is over, Dr. Pete should not take it to heart."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner, and walked into the room.

Pete lowered his head, feeling more and more ashamed. This time, he understood what a real refined gentleman is from this Chinese young man.

Chen Jinrun in the room has recovered some energy, sitting in a wheelchair, smiling and talking to Chen Ziqi's parents.

When he saw Zhao Gang enter the door, he couldn't help but a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect that the young man who saved him was so young.

"Junior Zhao Gang, I met old Mr. Chen." Zhao Gang walked up to Chen Jinrun, bowed slightly, and was very polite.

Chen Jinrun nodded, "That's right, the young man is so young, but he has a lot of experience. If Qiqi hadn't brought you here, I'm afraid my old bones would be here. Come on, please sit down."

"I just happen to know a little bit, and it's just a mistake."

Zhao Gang responded and sat down on the grand teacher's chair beside him.

"Don't be modest, there are very few people in China who know the Sanmiao script, and there are very few people who can recognize things like the Gu King's life worm. Your surname is Zhao, and you are from the Zhao family in South China?"

Chen Jinrun chuckled, although he could not move much, but his eyes flashed with a strange look.

"Old Mr. Chen really has sharp eyes."

What Zhao Gang said was to admit his identity.

"No wonder, no wonder, Zhao Jinnian is a good seedling, but it's a pity that he followed the wrong person, so he shouldn't go..."

Chen Jinrun looked at Zhao Gang, slightly absent-minded.

"Why does Mr. Chen still know my uncle Zhao Jinnian?"

(End of this chapter)