I wanted to embrace my master and return home

When Zhang Tingliu was three years old, he saw Jing Lang in his yard helping the washerman to fetch water. At that time, Jing Lang was only four years old, walking to his aunt with a bucket in his arms. Zhang Ting With Liu Wanxin together, he threw stones into Jinglang's wooden bucket, but the latter was startled, the bucket knocked over and splashed all over his body.

Jing Lang stared at his drenched linen pants, froze for a moment, pursed his mouth and burst into tears, Zhang Tingliu was also taken aback, ran up to apologize to him, and took out all the maple syrup in his pocket to coax him Him, this is the first acquaintance of the two.

I found out later that Jinglang's aunt owed the Zhang family a lot of money, and had only worked as a laundry worker in the Zhang family for a few years, but Zhang Tingliu never disliked Jinglang's identity, and even persuaded his father to let Jinglang go to the tea ceremony master with him The two of them fought and fought like this for several years, growing up together.

After Jinglang's aunt's family paid off their debts, they were reluctant to touch the money left by Jinglang's parents. They scraped together and bought a house in the cheapest area in Huaiqi County, and moved in with Jinglang. They were far away, but it didn't affect the friendship between the two teenagers.

Zhang Tingliu has been a little naughty since he was a child, but when he grows up, he is even more coquettish and handsome, but he often goes to the Goulan kiln, and Jing Lang can't shake him every time he persuades him nicely. Such a playful heart, so Zhang Tingliu asked his father to smoke with bamboo sticks every three days.

"Brother Zhang, you must never go to that kind of place again in the future. It's not like you don't know Master Zhang's temper. If you tell him to break his leg, don't cry for me." Jing Lang sat on the edge of the bed, supporting him on his own. Apply medicine to the scarred calf of his body while blowing.

"I won't, I will take Jinglang with me next time, you don't know how happy it is!"

Zhang Tingliu sighed while blowing the medicine on his arm.

"I will never change my nature." Jing Lang smiled helplessly: "If you want to go, go by yourself, don't take me with you."

"Jing Lang is so pure-hearted and ascetic, could it be...inhumane? It's a pity, it's a pity, Bai has a good face." Zhang Tingliu tutted, stretching out his hand to pinch Jing Lang's straight bridge of nose.

"Shut up, stop talking nonsense and cover up next time you're not busy." Jing Lang smiled and tapped his head lightly with a book.

Zhang Tingliu's character was Shu Yi, but Jing Lang didn't have a character. Others called him Jing Lang, and he knew it was calling him by his name. Only Zhang Tingliu called him that way, but he knew he was calling him "Jing Lang".

Jing Lang's academic work has always been better than Zhang Tingliu's. After graduation, the two became tea tasting masters together. Jinglang's reputation in the tea industry is also better than Jinglang's, but Zhang Tingliu doesn't care much about these names. Jing Lang is as close as a brother.

Zhang Tingliu has always wanted to buy a tea field for Jinglang, but the latter refused every time with righteous words. After a few years, Jinglang saved some money and bought a piece of land for a tea farm by himself, cultivating tree arts , cultivated his own tea seedlings, and opened a small tea shop, and life gradually improved.

Time flies, and the time flies by.

When Zhang Tingliu was old, his family pointed out the daughter of another tea family in the county to make a marriage. On the night before the wedding, Zhang Tingliu escaped from the house by climbing over the wall in a wedding dress, and went to Jinglang's house to complain to him. What a seven-foot man, his eyes were red with anger.

"I've met that girl from the Li family once. She's not the kind I like at all. She talks less and is old-fashioned. She doesn't look good. Why should I marry her?" .

Jing Lang's fingers flicked through the book, and he felt a lump in his throat, and said: "You can't disobey the orders of your parents. Since they are old-fashioned, it means that the woman must be a person who values ​​virtue."

"Is there any virtue, I just want to marry whoever I like!"

Zhang Ting looked at Jing Lang with red eyes, and after a while, he suddenly asked: "Jing Lang, what do you think, if you were me, how would you choose?"

Jing Lang was taken aback, and said, "Why me? I can't choose for you."

"Just say what you want. Today I will listen to you. If you say not to marry, I will throw down the sedan chair tomorrow morning." Zhang Tingliu said firmly, holding his hand.

Jing Lang only felt his heart beating like a drum, and it's not like the two of them had no more intimate contact in the past, but now he felt that something was wrong, his face burned, and he quickly pulled out his hand.

Zhang Tingliu still looked at him quietly, his eyes became even redder, Jing Lang glanced at him, quickly looked away, lowered his head in silence for a long while, and then said hoarsely: "Get married, you should also start a family .”

Zhang Tingliu sniffed and burst into tears. His handsome face was covered with tears. On the second day, he was pressed on the horse's back in red silk flowers. He married the Li family's daughter with a mournful expression on his face. In two years, a fat boy was born.

However, Jinglang has never married, and his family business is also mediocre. He only reasoned that he was afraid that his wife would suffer hardship, and rejected many matchmakers who came to talk about marriage. Zhang Tingliu laughed at this matter for a long time. He came to show off again with his arms in his arms.

Seeing his smug expression, Jing Lang picked up the tea pet on the table and said, "I have it too."

"Tsk tsk, don't you want to be so shabby, I'll send you a Ruyi foot with a good head tomorrow, which is worth more than the one in your hand. Look at the masters of the same level as you, which one still uses clay now!"

Zhang Tingliu laughed. He made this clay pig by kneading it when he was 15 years old. He picked up a corner, but Jing Lang picked it up, saying that he likes piglets, and he has raised them for more than ten years, and he is reluctant to lose them.

"No need, I will keep Xiaocha for the rest of my life."

Jing Lang shook his head with a smile, and continued, "It's no match for you. You can change one every three days. No matter how expensive it is, what's the point of raising tea pets? What matters is time."

By the time Jinglang was 30 years old, his elegant name had already become a household name. In the same year, the ruler of Qi Shiguo held a "Tea King Contest". King", we must have blessings to share, and go to Qi Shiguo to promote the tea ceremony together.

Zhang Tingliu spent more than four months cultivating a tea with a strong aroma, which he named Zijian, and specially invited a tea doctor from Qi Shiguo who had returned to his hometown to come to the mansion to taste it.

And Jing Lang also cultivated new tea seedlings in the last month, after frying, he took the first handful of new tea and ran to Zhang Tingliu, the two hid quietly in the back of the study, Zhang Tingliu tasted the tea soup, and then Surprised, he said: "Good tea! Peerless good tea! My purple tip is not half as good as yours. This time the tea king is none other than Jinglang, and Ting Liu Gan bows down!"

Seeing his exaggerated expression, Jing Lang couldn't help but chuckle: "It's not that exaggerated, but I'll accept your good words, Brother Zhang."

On the last day of the preparation period, the envoys of Qi Shiguo sealed the tea leaves of the contestants one by one and sent them to Qishi territory by horse-drawn carriage.

On the night when the incident happened, the master tea master invited from Qi Shiguo happened to see half a bag of red sharp tea left in Zhang's study. When the hot water came, the master chef took a sip, put it down heavily, and said sternly, "Where did this tea come from!"

Zhang Tingliu was taken aback, and replied: "This is the red tip of my friend Jinglang who participated in the competition, and it is a new tea species cultivated by him."

"Ouch! My old ancestor, that friend of yours cultivated this kind of tea and dared to take it to the competition. This is going to kill him! It's no exaggeration to copy and chop all the family!" The old master sweated in fear.

"Master, what do you say? Is there anything wrong with this tea?" Zhang Tingliu was also taken aback, and quickly asked him why.

The imperial tea master said solemnly, the name of this tea is Tenglong tea, the tip is red-gold, it is the royal name bestowed by the late emperor himself.He had drank it several times in Qi Shiguo before, and the taste and aroma were exactly the same. Tenglong tea was cultivated by the previous generation of kings, and all tea masters in Qishiguo recognized the taste of this tea, but Later, there was a storm in the world one year, and all the tea seedlings died. From then on, it was difficult to cultivate this tea, and sometimes one or two plants could grow by chance, but they died soon, probably because of the soil.

"Even if this tea was cultivated by your friend himself, it's not a new tea variety. What's more, it was cultivated by the late emperor himself and given the name! Where did the tea come from? The master in the palace will know when he tastes it. This is disrespectful. !"

After Zhang Tingliu heard it, he immediately sent someone to invite Jing Lang to the tea room for a reunion. At first, he was afraid that he would pass away immediately after hearing it, so he drank a cup of tea and talked to him, and then carefully mentioned the matter. Made it clear.

After hearing this, Jing Lang's face was also pale, startled and frightened, he hurriedly asked: "What should I do!"

Zhang Tingliu gritted his teeth, squeezed the body of the cup tightly, and said, "Jinglang, hurry home now and burn all the red tea leaves in the tea house, as well as the fried tea leaves. Send someone to chase that carriage, and find a way to replace the tea with other types of tea, but there are no new types of tea at the moment, no matter what kind of tea you replace, you will inevitably blame your majesty, brother is incompetent, I can only do this for you, at least not let you go To the point of beheading."

"Okay, okay, thank you Brother Zhang for saving your life, I will go back and talk to my aunt and them now!"

Jing Lang nodded indiscriminately, quickly got up and made a hasty bow, then rushed home, forgetting even the small tea on the plate.

As soon as Jing Lang left, Zhang Tingliu called the entourage at the door in, his handsome face was no longer suave and suave as usual, and his brows were tightened: "Tell my second uncle to send someone to chase Jing Lang's carriage. , replace the tea in the car with anything else, but it can’t be the red tip, go now!”

The entourage was taken aback by the abnormal side of the master, just now he heard a half-knowledge outside the door, and hurried back to deliver the message.

After Jing Lang returned home, he spent this long month in anxiety. Zhang Tingliu wanted to visit him several times, but he was kicked out by him. He was afraid of hurting others. Until one day, he heard from the tea buyer that the result of the competition had come out. Now, the king of tea is Zhang Tingliu's purple tip, he feels relieved.

Also on the same day, the officers and soldiers sent by Qi Shiguo held Jing Lang at home and told him that his whole family would have to be exiled to the border for 30 years.