Ghost animal, wait for the abuse!

On the carriage heading for the capital, in the slightly shaking carriage, the old man stroked his beard and talked endlessly. "Doucha is also known as Douming and Mingzhan. It consists of three fights: Dou Cha Tasting, Dou Cha Ling and Cha Bai Xi. Dou Cha is a test of the quality of the tea itself, as well as how the tea cooker orders tea, soup, and blows. The Tea Fighting Order tests the poems and songs of the tea cooks, with tea as the theme, and the one with the highest literary talent wins; the Tea Hundred Opera will test the tea-making skills, and the high-tech ones can make the tea soup look like mountains, rivers and clouds. Flowers, birds, fish and insects are as magnificent as ink paintings..."

Huo Gai, the only listener, was throwing himself on the square table at this moment, holding a pen in one hand and a notebook in the other, remembering that called serious concentration.As for the content of the record, in addition to the old man's original words, there are also some personal thoughts.

For example——"Tea Baixi: Make tea. Note: Plot [-]: Pour warm water into chrysanthemums, which is called chrysanthemum tea, and hide your face with shyness. Plot [-]: Enema, pour tea into a cup, and punish if the tea is spilled. You can consider training with golden holy water."

Seeing that Huo Gai kept writing, the old man felt very relieved, so he paused and asked kindly: "Third Young Master, do you still remember to come here?"

Huo Gai, who was inspired by diabetes insipidus, blushed and was very excited: "Remember to come here, remember to come here. It would be better if you were more specific, such as chrysanthemum tea..."

The old man couldn't help interrupting Huo Gai's words: "Chrysanthemum tea? It's not the right season, isn't it? What's more, scented tea is mostly loose tea, but Dou Ming has always been made of round cake tea, roasted and ground, boiled and clicked, Only then can you see the craftsmanship of the tea maker."

Oops, slipped my tongue.Huo Gai glanced at the notebook, wiped away his guilt: "Then what, we use cake tea, huh?"

The old man clapped his hands and said: "Yes, our boss has spent a lot of money on this tea fighting meeting. The tea is not ordinary. If you want to tell the little old man, even if you win a hundred gold, if you want to buy it like this It takes a lot of trouble to grow tea."

Huo Gai paused his pen, staring at the tea pot on the side, his eyes moved slightly: "The price of this tea is more than a hundred gold?"

"Yes." The old man looked proud. "But what I'm giving you to practice now is just ordinary tea balls."

Huo Gai looked away, and asked, "What's so good about the tea fight?"

The old man looked at Huo Gai with contempt in his eyes: "Tea fighting is originally an elegant thing, and it is for the literati and gentlemen from all walks of life to gather together to taste tea, discuss tea, and enjoy tea, so there is nothing to win."

Huo Gai frowned, faintly feeling that something was wrong, if this was the case, Wan Siqi would have spent too much for it, wouldn't it?How much benefit can one hundred gold exchange for?Even if he wins the top spot, the benefits he can earn are nothing more than a good reputation in the tea circle in the capital.

What's more, I still participate in the competition by myself, and I am not a member of Wansiqi Tea House. Even if I become a living sign of the first-class tea art, it is difficult to fully realize its value.At first, I only thought of Wan Siqi as going to see him, get some soy sauce, and gather some contacts, but now it seems that things are different from what I thought...

Huo Gai put down his pen, and smiled obediently: "Old Yi, how is the layout of the big brother's tea house in the capital?"

The old man who was called Yi Lao was surprised: "My master plans to open a teahouse in the capital?"

"You don't know?" Huo Gai continued to speak with a pure face.

Mr. Yi struggled with his beard: "I don't know, the teahouse in Kuncheng is still being arranged by someone. Why would the master want to open a teahouse in the capital? There is not enough manpower. The teahouses in Beijing and Kuncheng are different. No, I have to work with the master. Talk about it..." After finishing speaking, he wanted to lift the curtain of the car.

Huo Gai was a hungry tiger across the table, grabbed Yi Lao who was about to call out, and smiled apologetically: "Hey, look at my poor memory, I only realized when you mentioned it, I actually wrote Kuncheng Ji before." It became the capital."

Elder Yi sat back in his original seat and nodded: "I'll just say it, how could my boss not know me when he wants to open a teahouse?"

Huo Gai smiled embarrassingly, looked out from the car window, and looked at the buttocks of Wan Siqi's carriage in front of him, but his heart became more and more puzzled. Since Kun City is Wan Siqi's main battlefield, then he dragged himself What is the purpose of rushing to the capital to fight tea?Even if he won the title in the tea fighting meeting, he might not be able to enjoy it in Kun City, right?Moreover, before the store opened and its reputation was not established, it must be purely for money if it rushes to tell its opponents that it intends to force its way into the tea industry to get a share of the pie, right?

"When did Big Brother start preparing to open a tea house in Kuncheng?" Huo Gai retracted his head, squinted his eyes, and asked again.

Elder Yi's face showed a bit of embarrassment: "It was just a few days ago. The boss specially invited the little old man to the shop in Kuncheng Pan to make preparations. If you want to say, the boss has become a monk halfway, please return Really, please be right, the little old man has nothing to show in this life, he only knows a thing or two about tea."

Huo Gai took advantage of the situation and complimented him: "If you know a thing or two, then no one in this world would dare to say that they understand tea."

Elder Yi was quite comfortable being flattered by Huo Gai, he stroked his beard and said, "Where is it, but San Shao, as long as you learn from the old man carefully along the way, you can still show your face at the tea fighting party."

Huo Gai picked up a pen and paper, and pretended to listen attentively.

So Dou Cha's one-on-one counseling continues...

Half a month later, Huo Gai and his party arrived in the capital safely.Wan Siqi found an inn and booked three rooms, one for him and Huo Gai, one for Yi Lao, and one for the two servants and coachmen.

The hot wind engulfed the noise of the distant market, shaking it into vague noises in front of the window.Huo Gai was leaning against the window sill, his ink-like long hair was drenched behind his back, and his plain white clothes were dyed with an ambiguous aqua color.

"Beware of catching a cold." Familiar footsteps sounded from behind, like falling wood rustling, falling to the heart, covering layer after layer, covering all the heart orifices.

Wan Siqi grabbed Huo Gai's hair with one hand, and with the other hand held a handkerchief to dry the water from his hair. "The tea fighting meeting will be held in three days. How are you preparing?"

"Elder Yi said that I can become a teacher." Huo Gai said, his tone full of credit.

"The tea fighting order?" Wan Siqi poured cold water on it.

Huo Gai's expression froze, and he said, "I'm not ready yet."

"Do you want my help?" Wan Siqi rubbed Huo Gai's head through the veil.

Huo Gai narrowed his eyes comfortably, and replied softly: "Okay."

Wan Siqi took out a piece of paper from his pocket and stuffed it into Huo Gai's hand: "There are poems, words, songs and odes on it, you memorize it, it should be enough for you then."

Huo Gai picked up the paper and looked at it, hehe, isn't this written by Wan Siqi?So he asked casually, "Did you write this?"

Wan Siqi shook his head: "No, I asked someone to write this in private."

Because of Huo Gai's outrageous accomplishments in drinking orders when he first met him.In order to prevent the tragedy from happening again, Wan Siqi presciently found a gunman for Huo Gai.

"Oh." Huo Gai nodded and accepted it with a smile.There are a lot of plagiarized articles in the world, and the articles are worthy of plagiarism.

"It's finished, what do you want to eat at noon?" Wan Siqi put away the handkerchief, took the wooden comb at the side, and combed his straight long hair to the end.

Huo Gai stared at the street market not far away and salivated: "I want to go shopping in the street market and eat some Beijing snacks, do you want to go?"

Wan Siqi took out the hair tie, tied Huo Gai's hair loosely, and laughed lowly: "I won't go, who will help you pay for it."

Huo Gai put on his outer shirt, waved at Wan Siqi, and said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner at noon today, and you'll be full of steamed buns!"

Half an hour later, Huo Gai had a bunch of oily fruits in his left hand and a bunch of candied haws in his right, his mouth was full of candied oil.Swallowing half of the oily fruit in his mouth, Huo Gai pointed at a stall not far away with a bamboo stick, and said, "Brother, there are glutinous rice balls made with wine! Let's go, I invite you!"

Wan Siqi ordered to line up with Huo Gai's rabbit fur wallet. The person who treats guests is the uncle, even if the principle of this person's treat is "buy a bunch of candied haws and treat you to eat one".

Huo Gai leisurely followed behind Wan Siqi, stopping at stalls by the street from time to time to collect materials of ancient literature.

"You have quite a lot of pictures of beauties." Huo Gai walked to a painting booth, looked at the beauties of all colors in the paintings, and admired them.

The peddler smiled flatteringly: "You are right. In the whole capital, who knows that the imitation paintings of the characters on our Wang Er stall are excellent. Huang Gong's portrait of a lady, Yuanyang Sanren's eight pictures of spring love, and the name of Sanchun Layman. Huatu, we have everything here.”

Seeing that Huo Gai looked like he was about to leave after watching the excitement, the peddler frowned and said, "If you don't like Meijiao Niang, you might as well go two steps forward, that's my brother Wang Da's shop. Zhang Tie The picture of the boy, and the eight beauties of Liyuan by Lay Shuiyun are all alive."

Huo Gai's black line, this danmei world, even the market economy is based...

Huo Gai saw that the line of rice balls made with wine would have to wait for a while, so he informed Wan Siqi and ran towards the arms of the beauties.When I came to the stall, I saw that there were indeed beautiful men gathered, with a unique style.Wait... Why does the person in this painting look so familiar?

"Boss, show me that picture." Huo Gai pointed to the figure picture hanging on a pole beside him and said.

Wang Da was also clever, and while handing the painting to Huo Gai, he explained: "Guest officer, your vision is amazing. We have so many paintings here, if you want to say, this one has to be the best seller. This Mr. Chen, is a master of both calligraphy and painting, but unfortunately the only figure painting that comes out is this picture of remembering Jun."

Holding the painting, Huo Gai saw that the person in the painting was about sixteen years old, wearing a lotus-colored silk shirt, holding a guqin in his hand, with a slender figure and charming eyes.On the left side of the picture scroll, there are three characters "Yi Jun Tu" inscribed, and a chapter of "Bai Zhou" Zhu Fang is stamped underneath.

Huo Gai understood why the person in the painting looked familiar. The person in the painting was the legendary Chang Gufeng who looked exactly like Wan Renlun, the unlucky boy, and Chen Baizhou, his old lover.Presumably, Chen Bozhou leaked this painting on purpose. After all, when Chang Gufeng disappeared inexplicably, it is not impossible for Chen Bozhou to use the portrait as a missing person notice.

Seeing that Huo Gai was holding the painting, Wang Da didn't let go, and said at the opportunity: "Guest officer, if you sincerely want to buy this 'Yi Jun Tu', we will give you a cheaper price, one tael of silver, how about it? Don't look at this." The person in the painting wears a lot of clothes, but it can't hold back that beautiful face and soft body."

Huo Gai glared at Wang Da: Hey, does your lord look so flirtatious?Is there any dissatisfaction with desire?Is there a wretched man who looks like YY to the character in the painting? !

Wang Da continued to sell Huo Gai's killer eyes: "Even if you don't use it yourself, it's great to give it away. If ten or eight of these paintings don't sell every month, you can definitely give it away. "

Ten and eight...per month?Huo Gai couldn't help imagining the scene of all the ancient nerds masturbating to this face, and immediately shuddered.Throwing down a tael of silver, folded the painting, stuffed it in his arms, and left.

The ancient pirated art dealers were too powerful, too powerful, you can't afford to hurt them by painting delicate beauties.

Huo Gai walked forward, and Wang Da hung up a picture of "Recalling Jun" on his back.Wang Da rubbed his chin: "This painting really sells well, but have we met that person just now?"

Huo Gai walked back to Wan Siqi with his head full of clouds, Wan Siqi saw his younger brother drooping his head, as if someone had robbed him of a dog's bone, couldn't help but patted his head, and said casually: "Where is that?" Did the dog bully you?"

"Dog?" Huo Gai was shocked by Wan Siqi's venomous tongue, he didn't know who it was, so why did he just cast him as a beast.

Wan Siqi calmly changed his words: "Whoever bullied you, brother will help you avenge."

Huo Gai pretended to be a Xizi holding his heart, and said in a nasty way: "Your brother, I was hacked a thousand to eight hundred knives in the heart by someone who didn't know whether it was a human or a dog. It was broken like dumpling stuffing. How do you plan to get revenge?"

Wan Siqi thought for a while, then leaned into Huo Gai's ear and whispered: "..."

Huo Gai shivered violently, his face flushed, and he turned his head in silence.

What Wan Siqi said to Huo Gai was - if it was a man, I would break his three legs.If it's a male dog, I'll break its five legs.

The younger brother's accusation of the elder brother is too powerful, too powerful, you can't afford to bully your younger brother.