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Yuming Mountain is thirty miles away from Chuzhou City. Except for the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, few people come here.

Today is a lively day, the first day of the official tea tasting conference, countless literati, refined scholars, and tea tasters all gathered here.The tea sheds at the foot of the mountain are overcrowded. Climb along the winding mountain road. Every time you pass a relatively flat fork in the road, you can see many retail tea merchants with tea buckets. When they win, they call the tea boys who travel around the mountain to bring a wooden sign. , Write the name of your own tea, which is regarded as a promotion.The further you go up the mountain, the higher the grade of tea, and the more famous the tea shop that makes the tea is. Near the top of the mountain, you can find a house that is just as close as you can get.Needless to say, Fang, Fu, Tao, and Hu's four families, the upstarts that have emerged in recent years also possess exquisite tea-making techniques and a pair of tea-making experts, each of which should not be underestimated.

The octagonal pavilion with upturned eaves is hidden in the clouds and mists surrounded by tea fragrance.

Wang Xiuhe stood at the foot of the mountain in a plain lotus dress, beside him was Fu Shangyi in a crimson blue cloak, and Tao Shikang, Tao Shikang, who had a benevolent brow and a face like a Buddha.

Mr. Tao was the oldest and was located among the three of them. He looked into the distance cheerfully, "The descendants of the Hu family haven't come yet?"

Fu Shangyi said: "Not yet."

The head of the Hu family died of illness two years ago, and the current head of the family is of the same generation as Fang Zesheng. It is said that there are many trivial matters at home, which delayed the journey.

Prophet Tao didn't sleep well last night, and got up early today, and rushed to Yuming Mountain to accompany his grandfather to welcome the important figures from Beijing. Fu Jingxuan stood beside him, looking at Wang Xiuhe who just appeared this morning A young man in a blue robe was thoughtful.Prophet Tao avoided Mr. Tao's turning gaze, hid behind Fu Jingxuan and yawned, and whispered, "I don't know what happened to Fang Zesheng, did he wake up?"

The group of them left Fang's house one after another, and lived together in Yunhe Tower for the past two days. No one knew whether Fang Zesheng was dead or alive.Wang Xiuhe said that she was very worried, but she never saw her spare time to go back and have a look. She also deliberately dismissed all the outsiders of the Fang family, leaving Fang Zesheng, who was seriously ill, lying on the bed alone, ignoring him.

Seeing the whole process, Prophet Tao felt somewhat aggrieved by Fang Zesheng, and said in a strange way: "Wang Xiuhe is in a good mood these two days, so I hope that Fang Zesheng will not get sick again, and he is waiting to change the plaque for Fang's house, right?"

Fu Jingxuan didn't make a sound, holding a fan in his right hand, tapping the palm of his left hand one by one, the scar on his palm was almost healed, Prophet Tao saw it yesterday and asked him how he did it, but he fooled him casually .

After Master Tao yawned, he came out from behind Fu Jingxuan. Seeing him looking at the front left, he followed suit, "Who is that person?" Prophet Tao was referring to the young man in blue robe behind Wang Xiuhe. The side face is a face that has never been seen before.

Fu Jingxuan said: "I don't know, if I guessed correctly, it should be the master tea orderer invited by Wang Xiuhe."

"A master tea maker? Is there any master tea maker in this world that we haven't seen?" No wonder Young Master Tao's words are arrogant. The top tea masters in the world are all stationed in the four major families of the Tea Chamber of Commerce. Among them, Tao Zhizhi’s uncle and Cheng Xiqiu’s cousin, the person who ordered tea the most in the Fang family was Fang Zesheng’s mother, Xie Junlan. Now Xie Junlan died with Fang Changru in the sea of ​​fire, and she can no longer carry a pot of tea. The mountain shop is covered with mountain tea.

As a last resort, Wang Xiuhe had no choice but to look around for famous hermits in order to preserve her current status in the Tea Chamber of Commerce.It's just that there are many hermits, but not many famous teachers. Liu Ruyan also sought out many famous teachers for Fu Jingye before, but in the end, the most capable ones were still in the tea merchant association.

The blue-robed young man in front of him is very unfamiliar. He looks only about 21 or [-] years old. Could it be that he has some skills to make Wang Xiuhe think so highly of asking for help?

Fu Jingxuan pondered for a while, his eyes fixed on this person, but his ears listened to Fu Shangyi and others chatting.

On the surface, these people are all decent tea shop owners, but they gossip endlessly when they talk about others. Liu Ruyan talked the most vigorously, as if he had already inquired about the bad things about the Hu family. Chu, even the Patriarch of the Hu family, who was unknown to others, had an illegitimate son, who came out in broad daylight.

The young man in the blue robe had no expression at first, but when he heard this, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Fu Jingxuan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Liu Erniang approvingly.

At three o'clock, the sun is shining in the sky.

Everyone waited for a long time, but the big man invited by Wang Xiuhe hadn't appeared yet. Prophet Tao was about to complain about the terrible sun, when he heard the sound of "tapping" horses' hooves, and the several tea shop owners who gathered around hurriedly left They all arranged their clothes and greeted them.

A moment later, an unpretentious carriage stopped in front of the gate of Yuming Mountain, and a person stepped out of the carriage. It was the former head of the purchasing department, Mr. Song Kunsong.

Mr. Song was sixty-one, with white beard and hair, and a pair of wrinkled eyes that were full of radiance. He smiled and slightly cupped hands with Wang Xiuhe, and said kindly, "Madam Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time. When I saw you, you were just a little girl who just entered Chuzhou City. "

Wang Xiuhe hurriedly saluted sideways, "Master Song has come from a long way, please take a rest at the tea pavilion."

Lord Song waved his hands, nodded to Tao Shikang and Fu Shangyi successively, looked at Manshan Mingshi, and said with a smile: "Don't stop, I came here to see the prosperity of the world and smell the fragrance of Baili tea. Delay, don't delay."

Just as Fang Zesheng expected.

The person Wang Xiuhe invited was Mr. Song from the Purchasing Department. Tao Shikang and Fu Shangyi seemed to have guessed this too. They looked at each other and followed Wang Xiuhe to accompany Mr. Song to Mount Yuming. The mountain was full of retail investors. After a few days of promotion, it will be the turn of the members of the Four Great Masters to compete with each other to help determine the rank.

Mr. Song didn't need to comment today, he climbed halfway up the mountain and turned back, and Wang Xiuhe led them to live in Yunhe Tower.

at night.

The owners of more than a dozen tea houses ate at the same table with Mr. Song, and Wang Xiuhe was too busy serving wine and serving dishes to take care of other things.Fu Jingxuan had a few drinks with Prophet Tao in the lobby of the restaurant, and went upstairs first. Instead of going back to the room, he stood at the door of the room, waiting for something.

After a while, the young man in blue robe who we saw today came out from another guest room, and Fu Jingxuan stepped forward a few steps, directly blocking his way.

The man froze for a moment, frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

Fu Jingxuan declared his family name, then took out two white papers with words and shook them in front of his eyes, "I wonder if Young Master Hu can come in with Fu and chat for a while?"