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At night, Fu Jingxuan returned to Xiao Heng's residence from the gate of the city.

Xiao Heng has a lot of free time recently, and occasionally shows up. It seems that the family affairs have been dealt with almost, and he is proud of the spring breeze, and he is about to start preparing for Ming Dou.

Hu Yunshan and Pu Ling did not dare to underestimate the enemy, they practiced tea every day and went to bed very late, and it was the same today, when Fu Jingxuan came back from outside the city, he wanted to go back to his house to rest, but when he saw that the light in Pu Ling's house was still on, he went in .

In addition to Pu Ling, there were Tao Xiansheng and Master Xu sitting in the house.During these days, everyone lives and eats together, and they have already gotten to know each other well, especially Master Xu, who has no official airs and wears a round-neck uniform, sitting next to Prophet Tao and staring at the dozen or so books on the low table with him. Plant tea.These tea products were all found in Xiao Heng's house. Xiao Heng really loves tea. Apart from the tea cakes of the four major families, he also collected many tea cakes and tea pieces from other houses. I want to buy it back and put it away.

Fu Jingxuan could tell which family the tea cakes came from by scanning the lines of the tea cakes, so he sat opposite to Prophet Tao and asked, "What are you doing?"

Prophet Tao said, "I want to see if there is a way to make the people of Fanbang accept the taste of my tea."

Fu Jingxuan casually picked up two pieces of "Diaolian" leaves that had been pried with tea needles and smelled them, "Have you thought about it?"

Prophet Tao frowns, "There is no good solution right now. Today I checked the tea seller and learned that people of other races don't like to drink tea at all. They mostly drink water or freshly boiled milk of cows and goats. Those things are terribly stinky, and no one enjoys them in my dynasty, but they have become soups that go from house to house to drink every day."

After finishing speaking, Hu Yunshan came in with two bowls of bright white milk soup, and put them on the small table where several people were sitting.

People in Zhongyuan like to drink clear water and make tea with it. People of other ethnic groups like to drink dairy products from cattle and sheep. Can they also go to the village to do as the Romans do, and use fresh milk products to prepare tea?

Fu Jingxuan listened to the chatter of several people, and raised his hand to put the two tea leaves in his hand into the warm milk soup. After a while, the tender green leaves slowly unfolded in the milk soup, exuding some strange fragrance.

In the next few days, Prophet Tao took Fu Jingxuan together to figure out how to make tea with dairy products. Some of them were drinkable, but some were very unpalatable. The smell of mutton is still a bit difficult for people from the Central Plains to swallow.Fu Jingxuan tasted a cup of milk-based tea soup that had just been boiled, and added some sugar to it, and it tasted better.

"This is not acceptable." Fu Jingxuan said.

Prophet Tao was adding salt to the soup and asked, "Why not?"

"We taste here and there, and what we taste is still the taste of the people in the Central Plains. We need to find some people from other races to try the tea. It is up to them to decide whether it is sweet, salty or just right."

Prophet Tao was right when he thought about it. When Xiao Heng showed his face today, he explained the reason. Early the next morning, La Fu Jingxuan and Master Xu went to the market they had visited a few days ago.

The market was still lively. Prophet Tao displayed the tea making utensils one by one, and then poured bright white dairy products and a large amount of broken tea into the tea pot one by one, boiled on high heat until it was burnt brown and stopped the fire. At this time, it was mixed with rich frankincense The scent of the tea has spread out, attracting a crowd of onlookers who smell the scent.

One of the big men of different races wearing the fur of wild beasts wandered around the tea pot for a long time, but finally couldn't resist the scent, and stretched out a wide iron palm to ask Taoist Prophet to serve him a bowl of tea soup. Tao Prophet stared at the big hand in shock Trembling, he didn't dare to say a word, so he hurriedly took out a small rabbit cup and filled it for him.

The big man took the small teacup and tasted it, but he didn't taste the taste. He imitated the official dialect of the Central Plains and asked, "Do you have a big bowl?"

Prophet Tao originally wanted to say that tea needs to be tasted carefully, not carelessly like a cow drinking water, so Fu Jingxuan had already found a large ancient porcelain bowl and helped him to fill a full bowl.

The big man nodded in satisfaction, took the big bowl and drank it, saying it was delicious!It is a top-grade product!

At this time, a thin old man came over and asked Mr. Xu for a bowl of tea soup to taste. He wondered: "I have cooked tea soup like this before. Why is the taste not as delicious as yours?"

Fu Jingxuan glanced at the "treasurer" who sold tea not far away, and asked, "Where did you buy the tea?"

The old man said: "Just in this episode, I bought some earlier, and the tea soup after cooking has a musty smell. Not to mention ruining my pot of fresh milk, the soup is also unpalatable, but there is something wrong with my technique?"

Fu Jingxuan and Prophet Tao looked at each other.

Young Master Tao immediately said, "It's not because of your technique. It's mainly because the tea you bought was not stored properly, and the smell will be caused by damp and mold."

In the business field, he also talked about morality. Master Tao did not blame the "treasurer" who sold tea in the market, but defended him a few words, and talked about how to use good tea to make soup.

Fu Jingxuan listened for a while, and when Hu Yunshan and Pu Ling came to help, he withdrew from more and more people and walked outside the city gate.

The city gate guards all knew him, and knew that he would come and sit for a while every day, and he would sit there for an hour or two, regardless of wind or snow.

It was the same today, catching up with the sunset, Fu Jingxuan once again came to the stone outside the city gate, leaning against the city wall and looking into the distance.

Young people don't know the pain of parting. Even though they were separated from Fang Zesheng for many years at that time, they didn't let the days feel like years like now. I don't know if they are connected with each other now. When he was thinking of him, he knew that he was thinking of him too.

In this way, one lovesickness becomes two lovesicknesses, and one worry becomes several worries.He didn't go back for so long, thinking that Fang Zesheng would worry about him, and he was afraid that he would worry, so he worried about him even more.

Fu Jingxuan felt funny, with a dry grass in his mouth, looking at the sunset slowly setting in the distance, under the setting sun, there seemed to be a speeding carriage running towards him, there were three people sitting in the front room of the carriage, except the coachman , the other two stood up from the front room regardless of the danger and waved at him.

One of them looks like Zhou Qi, and the other figure who wants to jump out of the car looks like Three Treasures.

Fu Jingxuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and shook his head in a self-deprecating manner. It seemed that he had already lost his mind because of his homesickness.

How could those two little servants appear here?

Fu Jingxuan closed his eyes, wanting to finish this dream. How wonderful it was in the dream, he could not only see the three treasures Zhou Qi, but also Fang Zesheng, who was reading a book solemnly or writing with a blank face.

"Master!"

"Master—!"

"Second Master—we are here—!"

"we are coming--!"

Fu Jingxuan listened quietly in the dark, and suddenly realized that the two crisp voices were getting closer and closer to him, as if they were really coming from not far away. He hesitated for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Half a mile away, a carriage stopped as expected.

The carriage was undergoing a routine inspection for entering the city gate of Linhuang Mansion. Sanbao handed over a customs clearance document to the general who was interrogating him, and was answering relevant questions one by one. Zhou Qi was not idle, and jumped off the carriage neatly, ran He went to the back of the carriage and took out a crimson-red silk-covered horse stool, placed it beside the carriage, and slowly opened the curtain.

Fu Jingxuan dropped the dead grass on the ground with his mouth in his mouth, and looked at the person who... got off from the carriage in disbelief.

The man really got off the carriage. Although he was wearing a cane, he actually walked down with his feet on the ground.

Fu Jingxuan didn't know if he was in a dream. He stared blankly at the man, his eye circles suddenly turned red. He wanted to take a closer look, but his vision was blurred by the rampant tears in his eyes. The man walked towards his picture step by step.

He walked unsteadily, but walked firmly and forcefully towards him step by step.

Fu Jingxuan was convinced that this was not a dream, he staggered and jumped off the rocks under his feet, and ran towards him quickly on the grass clippings flying all the way.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the rays of light are thousands of miles away, and there are a few horses looking for water sources, a few falcons waiting for an opportunity, and a few alert and sensitive hares parked on the endless dry grass.

Fu Jingxuan stepped through clumps of withered grass, and stopped panting.

The man was still a few steps away from him, slowly dropped the crutch in his hand, and tried his best to straighten his body, Fu Jingxuan was afraid that he would fall, so he opened his hands to support him, but he didn't expect that the man also raised a hand, She grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a hug.

Fu Jingxuan was in a daze, and put his arms around his waist in a daze, "Fang Zesheng?"

Fang Zesheng was worried all the way, seeing that he was intact, finally heaved a long sigh of relief, and let out a "huh" as he laid down on his neck with peace of mind.

Fu Jingxuan had many questions to ask, but he didn't know which to ask first, so he could only ask, "Why are you here?"

Fang Zesheng hugged him and refused to let go. He was silent for a long time, and whispered, "I miss you, I want to see you."