Across the Far Mountain Tea Farmers

For the artisans from the capital city, playing a sled is nothing at all.

Soon, Da Wang and Er Wang had their own toys—two small cars.It looks similar to a sled, but it is much smaller and can only be regarded as a children's toy version at best.

After the heavy snow fell, Yao Qing and the little chair were dragged around the yard by two dogs all day long.

Yao Qing was a little dizzy: "Okay, I'm going to class, I'll play when I come back."

The school of the old temple reopened.Mr. Yao Xiao returned to work, and because of the warm welcome when he just returned to the village, Mr. Yao Xiao specially prepared gifts.

Da Wang stopped, dragged Yao Qing and ran towards the old temple.

Seeing this, the little chair quickly jumped out of the car, hurried into the house to grab the backpack he had prepared earlier, and then jumped into the car: "Er Wang, follow!"

Xiao Wang squatted in the gatehouse, with tears in his eyes.Why did his dog suddenly not want him?

Wen Lun just got up at this time, lazily opened the window, saw the two children running away one after the other, suddenly said: "I may adopt more children in the future, and I will not treat them like Ah Qing. That's good."

Regarding the issue of heirs, Wen Lun and Xiong Da had discussed it before, and Xiong Da even had an extremely huge plan in mind.

"It's early in the morning, be careful of catching a cold." Xiong Da walked over in two steps, and closed the window, leaving a gap for ventilation, "I have thought about the child's affairs carefully. I can't finish all the things in the world, and this It’s not about me alone. It’s fate that I met, and maybe I will provide some help, but I’m probably the same as my daughter-in-law, and I won’t raise it as my own child.”

In the past, he was thinking about it, but after having Yao Qing and the small chair at home, he knew the difference.To say that Yao Qing only occupies the title of Mr. Wen Lun's grandson, and the others are no different from the small chair.To him, Yao Qing and the little chair were orphans picked up and raised.Both children are obedient and sensible. To be honest, Yao Qing is more noisy than the little chair.But sincerely, he couldn't treat the little chair the same way he treated Yao Qing.

"Later, I thought about the situation of your daughter-in-law and your family. It is better to only have one child. Ah Qing is also good. The other children are under the care of the Yuyingtang."

Wen Lun patted Xiong Da: "If you want to take care of those children, you don't have to rely on the Yuyingtang."

Wen Lun wanted to continue talking, but Cuilian knocked on the door: "Master, breakfast is ready."

Only then did Wen Lun realize that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

Xiong Da hurriedly took his wife out, unexpectedly Song Lin had already eaten outside the door.Song Lin ate the big bowl of wonton noodles and pork ribs with sauerkraut without lifting his head.

Wen Lun's is simple, a bowl of wontons, with a few vegetable leaves floating in the bowl.

Song Lin compared it, and his face blushed.In fact, at this time of year, fresh vegetables are even rarer than meat, but... still blushing.

Xiong Da had already eaten, and when Wen Lun couldn't eat any more, he ate the remaining two wontons, and muttered, "Why do you always eat so little?" Can't finish it.Even during the time he was in Beijing, he was used to it, and he didn't want to waste food.

In fact, Wen Lun didn't have much ostentation: "Are you afraid of starving at home?"

Xiong Da thought about it too.

Song Lin was used to the life in Beijing and got used to various rules.Rich families pay attention to their meals every day, and the amount of meals and dishes are determined according to their status.It is the old lady at the top of his family, even if she can't eat half a bowl of porridge for a meal, she still has to prepare four dishes and six dishes.If one day the food is not easy to buy, and there are half a plate missing, the house will be disturbed immediately, and the label of unfilial piety will be immediately put on.

Wen Lun rinsed his mouth, looked at Song Lin in a daze for a long time and said, "What's wrong with Mr. Song?" This Mr. Song is like an old goblin, when did he become so stupid?I really hate that there is no camera, and I can't take pictures as souvenirs.

Song Lin regained his composure, and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly: "Song is just thinking about rules..." What exactly is it?

Wen Lun thought about his own way of life, and most of them have nothing to do with rules, but: "The rules outside are morality and the law. As for the rules at home, it's enough for the family to live comfortably?" Life is short In less than a hundred years, you can't do whatever you want in your own home, how tiring is that?

Song Lin cupped his hands: "Mr. Wen is open-minded."

Mr. Wen felt that he had already approached the realm of perfection by pretending to have advanced skills, and he didn't even blush when he heard the praise.

After sitting for a while after breakfast, I was stuffed with a hand stove, and took Xiong Da together for a walk after dinner.

But Song Lin didn't wink, so he just followed.

Wen Lun secretly rolled his eyes. Anyway, the two of them didn't intend to talk nasty words. Continuing with the topic in the morning, Wen Lun talked about the concept of charity funds.Wen Lun's experience is just a general understanding of charitable funds.

After Xiong Da listened, he realized something.

Song Lin was completely enlightened after listening to it. He packed up his things and rushed down the mountain almost without a pause.

When we got to the old temple, it was still Xiong Da and Wen Lun walking together.

The atmosphere in the old temple is not right today, it is not at all as enthusiastic and unrestrained as before.Since the courses taught in the village were not serious matters, especially the sophistication of the world taught by Zhao Si, everyone was encouraged to speak up.Even in Yao Qing's class, people often ask questions.

But in the old temple today, everything is quiet.

Wen Lun walked to the back door and took a look, all the old and young were frowning.

In the front row, the little chair sat with other young children, worrying about the paper on the table.

On the stage, Mr. Yao Xiao raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, calmly picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of goat milk, leaving a white beard around his mouth.

No one laughed at him.

Taking advantage of his high status, the village head was pushed out to beg for forgiveness: "Sir, I don't know how to do this topic."

As soon as the village chief said the words, the others echoed.

Mr. Yao Xiao was holding a volume of books in his hand, without raising his eyelids: "Just write down what you know."

The village chief choked, sat back down again, grabbed the pen, and filled in a few words on the paper anyway.Now every household in the village has saved some money. Although life is still tight, they have bought some of the Four Treasures of the Study.Except when just practicing calligraphy, the sand table is useless.After all, there is still a big gap between a brush and a tree branch. No matter how beautiful the characters drawn with a tree branch are, you still have to practice again when writing a brush.

I don't know why it was first publicized by scholars, or something else. The tourists entertained by Dacha Village are mainly scholars, and even those wealthy businessmen are all educated.

It is also good to practice good-looking calligraphy.Among other things, even if you set up a stall under the big tea tree at the entrance of the village, and write down the price of the item directly, you can sell a lot of things, and save customers from asking the price.

Our villagers are literate!

The village chief's pride immediately turned into bubbles when the pair put on the test paper.I can't even understand a topic!

The brats in the front row were even more troubled by the village chief's troubles.They are obviously studying very seriously, and they have studied for two or three years, but they don't even recognize all the words on the topic.It is said that the guy in front of him got the first place in the test with this question!Yesterday, this guy was pressed to the ground by them, and he couldn't even turn over!Is it really that powerful?

The little chair is purely for fun.He has only been enlightened for two days, and he is not very good at grasping pens.

Xiong Da's eyes were sharp, and he muttered to Wen Lun when he saw the topic.

Wen Lun looked at the listless boy in the stands, and pulled Xiong Da back.

Back home, Xiao Wang huddled in the gatehouse, like a little girl facing a flower picker, her face turned pale.

Wen Lun and Xiong Da didn't understand, if they hadn't been fine before going out, how long had it been?

"What's going on?" Xiong Da stood up as the head of the family.

The flower picker Bihe held a bamboo cup in her hand.

Wen Lun took a look, the color was a bit like milk coffee.

"Cuilian is trying to make milk tea. Let Xiao Wang try the taste."

Milk tea is what Wen Lun said.The milk tea shop was one of the necessary supporting facilities next to the school.Wen Lun thought about it a little bit, and the taste of goat milk was really bad.Wen Lun watched Yao Qing drink goat milk like medicine every day.

Cuilian made some dim sum with goat's milk casually, but milk tea, something that Wen Lun didn't think had much technical content, encountered a wall.

"Isn't it just tea with some milk?" Xiao Wang readily agreed when he tried it for the first time.There is also this way of drinking tea, and there are more and more complicated things added in it. The key is that this milk tea is served by Bihe.

When Xiao Wang tried it for the first time, it was dry!Now when I see the No.18 cup in Bihe's hand, my mood is - do it!

Yuxiu Tea Garden mainly deals in green tea, and black tea has not officially started selling.However, Wen Lun occasionally makes some other types of tea together with other tea masters. The quantity is not large, but basically everything that should be available is available.There are six types of tea leaves, and the milk tea that Cuilian received from Wen Lun also has a variety of varieties, so Xiao Wang has what she looks like today.

Green tea with milk, black tea with milk, this is the most basic version, there are also sugar-free ones, brown sugar ones, white sugar ones or rock sugar ones, more or less sugar, red fruit with fruit Bean blah blah blah.In the first few cups, Xiao Wang could still say one, two, three, but now he really wants to run to the toilet when he sees the teacup.

"Bihe~" Xiao Wang's eyes were almost sweating.

The weak-looking flower picker Bihe blinked slightly, raised her head slightly, and said softly, "Xiao Wang."

Xiao Wang: "I drink!"

Wen Lun is puzzled, isn't it just a cup of milk tea!After thinking for a while, he ran to the kitchen: "Try adding milk to soy milk, see if you can make soy milk."

Seeing the young master come in, Cuilian scooped two bowls of milk tea from the pot: "Young master, husband, try it."

The taste is as smooth as silk, and there are q-bomb balls inside. The fishy smell is very light, and there is a little bit of bitter tea: "Added rock sugar and white chrysanthemum?"

Cuilian nodded.

Xiong Da also thinks the taste is good: "This is fine, and it can fill your stomach." Xiong Da is always so honest when thinking about problems.

Ordinary tea always makes you hungry more and more, but this kind of milk tea is good: "Is it troublesome to make?"

Cuilian shook her head: "Milk tea alone is not troublesome. But noodles are not." Fanyuan is no better than glutinous rice balls, and it has to be cooked.

They are all smart people, and they can understand a little bit.Wen Lun still couldn't help but sigh with emotion, the level of productivity in this era is not good. In the past, Fenyuan directly bought a big bag from a certain treasure.But thinking about it, Xiong Da’s plan might be that when he goes to the battlefield, each person has a thermos cup, and opens a cup of hot milk tea inside... There is no confusion in an instant!

Xiong Da didn't mind: "Well, just milk tea is fine." I have to ask Jia Junshi to come another day.There is no shortage of goat milk in Longmenguan, and it doesn't consume much when mixed into tea.It's winter, so I need to gain weight.A soldier who fights can't be like his daughter-in-law, it's hard to grow a little flesh.