Little husband's market life

Wolong Temple is a small temple hidden in Tuoping Mountain, with ancient trees and green, quiet and elegant.

Starting from Sun's house to Wolong Temple is much farther than going to their most famous Lingyin Temple.

The foot of Tuoping Mountain is also shabby. There are no inns, post stations, or fast food shops, just a simple tea stand.What's more, the horses were left unattended and tied around the tea stand, and there was a pile of horse dung next to the tea stand.

If it's summer, what kind of smell will it be?The foot of the mountain is so desolate, one can guess why the master went down the mountain for alms.

But on the way up the mountain, I found out that there are many believers going to Wolong Temple.But most of them are sackcloth clothes, which are definitely not rich.

Qiao Zhishu looked at the towering old trees in the forest while going up the mountain, and said to Sun Sheng: "This forest is so nice, I feel like the stale air is coming out."

"The air you breathe in is cold." Sun Sheng went over and grabbed Qiao Zhishu, discussing in a low voice: "It's not a big day today, why are there so many people?"

"It's really not a big day, but this temple is not simple. If you ask where the Wolong Temple is, few people know it, and they can't read. But if you ask Beitianyuan, it's here." Sun Hongrun told the inquirer The two of them.

There are three courtyards in Buddhism: Entianyuan for parents, Jingtianyuan for worshiping Buddha, and Beitianyuan for helping the poor.

It turns out that although this Wolong Temple is a temple, it is more like a "medical center" for poor people.Where poor people have any discomfort, they can usually be diagnosed by taking the pulse at Wolong Temple. The master will give a prescription, and you can get the medicine yourself.

Not to mention how good the medical skills are, because most of the diseases can't be diagnosed by the masters, but they will never seek fame and fortune in random diagnosis, and will directly send them to a special medical clinic, so as not to save money, early detection and early treatment.

Therefore, this Wolong Temple is very famous among beggars and refugees who are very poor.

While listening to his brother-in-law telling about the good deeds of Wolong Temple, Qiao Zhishu and the others soon arrived at the gate of Wolong Temple.

This Wolong Temple is not so much a temple, but more like an ordinary house.Moreover, it is still a dilapidated house that has been in disrepair for a long time, and there are few monks in it, but believers lined up at the gate of the temple.

After kneeling down to the Buddha, these common people walked out of the Buddhist hall and stood at the end of the line, waiting to ask the master for pulse.Qiao Zhishu had never seen the master who signaled the pulse.

The three of them also kowtowed to the Buddha.

Sun Hongrun clasped his hands together and performed Buddhist etiquette with the master guarding the hall next to him, "Master, I want to pray for the safety of the full moon child, so I brought a longevity lock for the child. I don't know how to offer incense. May the master tell me something? "

"Amitabha, donor, please follow me."

Sun Hongrun and the others followed the master to another temple, saying that Master Ci'en would bless the Longevity Lock to drive away evil spirits and attract wealth to ensure safety.

Qiao Zhishu went around the temple, but couldn't find the familiar old monk. He was a little disappointed, but fortunately, he prayed to the Buddha in his heart when he kowtowed, hoping that Ganger's next life will be safe.

At this moment, he saw a woman holding a child kneeling and begging a monk, pleading incessantly: "Please save my son, master, if the master does not accept him, he will really not be able to survive." Ah..."

The master turned his back to Qiao Zhishu, sighing and persuading: "Amitabha, the little benefactor is free from illness and disaster, why should he abandon it even though he was born?"

"It's really hard to support, the owner's tea can't be sold, the village hasn't paid wages for half a year, and there are four children in the family..." The old woman replied with a worried face.

Qiao Zhishu frowned. Although the mother and son were dressed plainly, their faces were oily, and they were not like poor people who could not afford to eat.

The master looked at the thin boy who was obviously a brother, and knew everything, and said to his mother: "Please get up quickly, the benefactor, and look at the open sky of the little benefactor, and you will know that he will not suffer from hunger and cold forever. , has the fate of great wealth and great honor."

The old woman's distressed face immediately changed, and she looked at her son with wide eyes, not quite believing it.

"The benefactor, please bring them back for good health and future blessings." After finishing speaking, the master did not leave the mother and son, and was very patient.

The old woman finally picked up her son under the master's persuasion.He held her when she came, and hugged her when she left, and looked at her expression, as if she wanted to go back and confess the child.

Qiao Zhishu looked at this scene with mixed emotions in his heart. The most angry thing was that profiteers lowered prices, which caused so many tea farmers to fall into misery.At the same time, I admire the master's move of "four or two to pull a thousand catties"-people's hearts are always complicated. This woman stood on the boundary line between sunshine and shadow by a single thought, but she listened to the persuasion after all, how many people in the world did not listen to persuasion?

If you can form a good relationship with this master, you will definitely benefit a lot.

It just so happened that after the master watched the old woman leave with her baby in her arms, he turned around and met Qiao Zhishu.

Qiao Zhishu opened his eyes wide, this is the master who once begged him!

Master Yuantong didn't know if he didn't recognize Qiao Zhishu, but he just calmly said 'Amitabha' and was about to leave.

Qiao Zhishu hugged the cloth bag tightly and followed, "Master! My disciple is from Nanxian County, Jiangzhou. I once met you once at the Xiangxue Sweet Cake Shop. Today, I came with my uncle to greet my two cousins ​​who just gave up the moon. Pray, by the way..."

Master Yuantong hurriedly heard him speak, stopped politely, and looked at Qiao Zhishu calmly, which meant that he was listening carefully.

Qiao Zhishu looked into the master's eyes, but for some reason, his nose was sour, and his throat felt sore with a 'gulp', and he couldn't hold his mouth any longer.

"Master... Buddha didn't receive your message, my brother..." Qiao Zhishu choked up, and he bowed his head hastily.

He was already much stronger, but looking into the master's eyes, there was infinite tolerance and understanding inside, which made Qiao Zhishu want to talk.

Master Yuantong still didn't speak, and calmly looked at the young boy with red eyes and nose.

Not everyone in the Buddhist sect can see through. The last time he couldn’t see through was a month ago—the third time he stood at the door of the shop of Xiangxue Sweet Cake. , refused to visit.

After Qiao Zhishu said it, he realized that he was impolite and suspected of complaining, but he couldn't explain it, so he had to offer the cloth bag in his hands.

"Master, this is the tea grown by myself in my family. If you don't dislike it..." Qiao Zhishu couldn't hide the grief on his face, and his voice became much lower. "Can you tell the Buddha again to protect my brother's health in the next life?" , my brother’s name is Sheng Gang.”

Master Yuantong narrowed his eyes for a moment, he reacted quickly, and caught the tea bag with both hands.

"Amitabha, little benefactor, come with me."

Qiao Zhishu followed obediently. He thought that the master might take him to kneel and worship the Buddha, but unexpectedly, he went straight out of the temple of the Buddha statue and stopped at a house by the mountain stream after about fifty steps.

Thinking it was the monk's residence, Qiao Zhishu was even more puzzled why the master brought him here, and he didn't want to enter the door...

In front of a monk's house, a small courtyard was circled. A young monk was lying on a bamboo bed with his head facing the direction Qiao Zhishu came in.

"Bro!"

Xiao Gang'er's head was smooth, his face was thin and sunken, and his complexion was still pale, but his small mouth was no longer in a sickly color, and a pair of big empty eyes now had a little watery gleam.

Qiao Zhishu ran forward together, holding Sheng Gang's chin with both hands, "Gang'er? Why are you here?!"

Everything in front of him was too unreal, but the touch was so real, it was still a cold touch. His younger brother Gang'er had always had a low body temperature, and when he was sleeping, his little hands would get into his clothes and stick to his stomach to keep warm.

After Gang'er was pleasantly surprised, she flattened her lower lip and shed tears, "Don't want me anymore... woo..."

He is like a child whose thinking has not yet fully developed. He will cry when you leave him behind. leave him.

"You... how come you are here? Yes, elder brother, elder sister, and I all want to work."

He hurriedly explained: "That day my uncle was detained by the county government, my brother and I..."

While crying, Qiao Zhishu held Gang'er tightly with one hand, and pulled the quilt around Gang'er's back with the other.The explanation must be clearly explained, so that Ganger understands that they have no intention of not wanting Ganger.

"... Huan Sheng cried in fright. I wanted to hug her and put her in your room, only to hear from my sister that you were ill. Did you really have an illness that night? Why are you here? Are you recovering? Auntie and the others know are you here?"

Sheng Gang put his little hand on Qiao Zhishu's stomach, and kept crying. This crying emotion was more of a cry that could vent his grievances after seeing the little brother, and hoped that the little brother would comfort him.

In the end, it was Master Yuantong who told the story of that day. For example, he took over Gang’er from Sheng Shaoyuan, and the healing Gang’er was opened behind his waist near the spine to release ascites, which made Sheng Gang alive. after.

Qiao Zhishu lifted Gang'er's hand up, and asked distressedly, "Does your back still hurt?"

It's cold outside, so it's not easy to lift the quilt to see Gang'er's wound, so I can only carefully and keep touching Gang'er's flat belly.

Gang'er rubbed his face against his chest, and said in a nasal voice, aggrieved: "Mmm!"

Master Yuantong smiled lightly. He went down the mountain a month ago because of Sheng Gang, who was suffering from illness. His spirit finally recovered a bit, and then he was depressed because of missing his relatives.After all, the child is only eight years old, and he is depressed all day long and has knots in his heart, which is not conducive to recovery.He just took the initiative to go down the mountain, but he didn't want to be stopped outside the shop by Master Sheng...

After that, he never set foot in Nanxian County again. The Buddha is merciful and perfects the world. I just hope that the world will not regret it.

Just as Qiao Zhishu explained to Gang'er sentence by sentence, Sun Hongrun and Sun Sheng were brought over by a young monk, and Sun Hongrun could still recognize Gang'er. Although he hadn't seen Sheng Gang for four years, Sheng Gang's sick appearance was too too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Sun Hongrun didn't bother Qiao Zhishu and Sheng Gang, but talked to the master beside him, and it was beneficial and harmless to form a good relationship with people in Buddhism.

Sheng Gang's little hand kept Sai Qiao Zhishu's waistband to keep warm, and then asked worriedly: "Then what's the matter, big brother?"

Qiao Zhishu patted him on the back, expressing his reassurance, "They didn't report to the government, but my brother didn't study anymore, my brother Beishang is not in Jiangzhou, and my elder sister and I haven't lived in Sheng's house for half a year..."

Gang'er listened quietly.

His monk master never lied, after he retreated and woke up, the master told him everything.It's just... the master came back from the mountain last month, and didn't say anything, even when he asked his father, mother and brothers if they didn't want him?Master was just silent, preferring not to answer or lie.

"Brother, don't want me..."

The voice was soft, soft, and cautious, and Gang'er knew very well in his heart that he only had brothers.

Qiao Zhishu was heartbroken, trembling with pain, her shoulders shook violently a few times before she shed tears.

"Brother wants yours. Brother can earn money. Let's buy meat and eat steamed cakes."

Sheng Gang's mood was obviously more relaxed, he became more sensible, and talked more: "Master told me to do this every day... hiss..."

Sheng Gang performed a long inhalation, then pouted: "Huh..."

Another slow exhalation was performed, demonstrating the process of exhaling and exhaling.

Qiao Zhishu rolled up the quilt for him again, and asked, "It's so cold, why are you sleeping outside?"

"I used to sleep in the house, but after the mouth was closed, the master took me out during the day, I basked in the sun, and I practiced breathing..."

"Brother, I want to eat meat, woo..." Gang'er was so wronged that he was about to cry again, he was really greedy.

Qiao Zhishu wiped his nose with the back of his hand, "Okay, I'll go down the mountain and buy it for you in a while."

Gang'er is back, and he's getting better and better...

Gang'er still couldn't take him back to Sun's house, because the air there couldn't be guaranteed to be suitable for Gang'er.Master Yuantong said: The earth is out of tune, Gang'er's lungs have not grown well, and a little cloudy air will bring fatal harm to his breathing function.

Master Yuantong brought a bowl of autumn pear cream to Ganger to drink, and said gently to Qiao Zhishu, "If he can find a pear tree and plant it outside the wall, he can eat one pear a day, which will be good medicine." .”

Knowing that Shu immediately had a goal, Qiao nodded repeatedly.

Sun Hongrun listened and understood the ins and outs of the matter. Looking at Sheng Gang, he couldn't help but think of his four children. He was reluctant to abandon any of them. Sheng Shaoyuan's grandson thief is really not human!

"Don't worry, Qiaoer, take good care of Gang'er, my uncle is going to look for pear trees."

Qiao Zhishu touched Sheng Gang's bald head, and taught his younger brother, "Thank you, uncle."

Xiao Gang'er tilted his head in Qiao Zhishu's arms, obediently and softly shouted: "Thank you, uncle!"

After all, he is still a child, loved by Qiao Zhishu and Sheng Yao at home, and master Yuantong takes good care of him here, so he is still innocent, and wants to eat after crying.

"Brother, I want to eat meat!" If I want pears, I want meat.

Qiao Zhishu looked at his bald head and asked the master with a guilty conscience: "Master, can my brother eat meat?"

It's not that Qiao Zhishu is ignorant, it's because Gang'er found it with great difficulty, and he's only twelve, in his heart Gang'er is still just his younger brother, and doesn't have the status of a "little monk", even if he becomes a Little bald head.

Master Yuantong still spoke softly, asking Sheng Gang very Buddha-like, "Do you want to eat meat?"

"miss you!"

Master Yuantong smiled a few times, and continued to ask: "Do you really want to eat?"

Sheng Gang still nodded.

"Then eat it. If you really want to eat it, it means your body needs it." Master Yuantong also touched Sheng Gang's big head lovingly, "Then from today, Master will send you the name Cheng Geng. When your hair grows back, you won't lose weight." Need to shave."

Gang'er was still too young, and his body was weak. Master Yuantong meant that Gang'er wanted to eat meat, which meant that his body needed something in the meat to replenish his body.This Qiao Zhishu can understand, because the big black dog at home will go up the mountain to eat herbs by himself if he feels uncomfortable, and Heizi also knows what his body needs.

Giving a name is a disciple of the lay school. May Sheng Gang send his name to a god and Buddha, and be protected by the gods, so that disasters and diseases will not be able to invade from now on.

After that, Qiao Zhishu would go to Wolong Temple to stay with Gang'er for a few days every month.I also brought tea cakes for the master, and today I brought the goat milk cake he made.

There is a shabby room next to the mountain stream, and two people drink tea under the thatched pavilion.

Qiao Zhishu held the teacup, "I don't know why, the tea is also grown by my uncle, but the tea made by Master is better!"

The corners of Master Yuantong's eyes are always kind and smiling, "The gentry, Webb and his like, bathe in balm, cultivate morality, promote elegance, and engage in tea drinking. The knowledge of tea drinking in the past dynasties is profound, and they have a little knowledge of superficiality. The difference in tea is obvious."

"Master, what is ordering tea?" Qiao Zhishu asked humbly.

"Ordering tea is also foaming. When boiling water is brewed into tea soup, it is foamed with a tea whisk, and finally the foam floats on the surface of the soup, and it is ready to order tea. The white tea foam is the top grade, and the soup flower is even and stays together for a long time. Excellent."

Qiao Zhishu quickly looked at the teacup in his hand, but he had already drank it all.

He said: "It turns out that there is so much knowledge about tea brewing. Generations of tea farmers in my family have only heard about it and don't know its secrets. It can be seen that Master is knowledgeable and admirable."

Master Yuantong still laughed, he had rarely heard others praise the monk for his fine tea art.

The former emperor had frequent contacts with Taoist priests and monks in his later years, and was obsessed with the elixir of longevity, which led to the loss of the country in the end.Therefore, since the establishment of the new dynasty, some literati and poets have been instructed by the imperial power to often write articles criticizing monks, Taoists, nuns, and nuns who are not productive. Affected by some.

"If you are interested, Master will teach you how to order tea."

Qiao Zhishu glanced at Xiao Gang'er who was sleeping under the eaves. Gang'er had grown up and could already press the quilt tightly by himself to prevent himself from being frozen.

After reassuring, he nodded excitedly, "Master, I want to learn! My family has been tea farmers for generations. If I can understand this, I might be able to relieve my family's worries and make those merchants rush to buy my tea."

Master Yuantong saw that he did not hide his love for copper odor, and that he treated people and things purely and kindly, and felt that he was transparent and flawless.

However, I still made a point: "Things outside the body are the foundation of survival, but you must remember that everything is empty in the mirror."

Qiao Zhishu is ignorant, that is to say, don't be too greedy for money, right? "The disciple accepts as soon as he sees a good deal."

After speaking, he took a piece of goat milk cake with his chopsticks and put it in front of Master Yuantong, "Master, this is my own milk cake, please try it quickly. Although I don't know how to order tea, my family often says that it should be served with tea." These cakes, cup of tea have a special taste."

Master Yuantong put it in his mouth and sipped it lightly, the taste was soft.

Praise: "Buddhist scriptures say that milk makes cheese, butter makes crisps, raw crisps mature into crisps, and ripe crisps make yogurt. I think this is the taste of yogurt, and it really has a special taste."

This cheese is fermented viscous food, such as the almond cheese that Qiao Zhishu knows; The ghee obtained after refining is Daigo.

The master said that the daigo taste is very delicious, and it can also treat all lung diseases, cough, pus and blood and hemoptysis.

After figuring it out, Qiao Zhishu decided to study Daigo after learning some tea.

So when he returned to Sun's house this time, Qiao Zhishu called the elders together in the study and announced that he would open a shop.

"Open a shop? Come let my uncle listen. What's your idea?"

Qiao Zhishu cleared his throat and called out, "Brother Sheng, Hanyan."

Sun Sheng was holding a dustpan with new tea on it, Sun Hanyan was holding a tea cup, and even the youngest Huan Sheng was holding a tea whisk with his small hands on short legs to show off to Qiao Zhishu.

"Hahaha... Ouch, look at these kids, they are doing all kinds of tricks, it's so fun." Old Man Sun laughed.

Sheng Ying looked at the elder's expression, and said quietly, "Next month's New Year's Eve, I just finished stitching up Qiaoer's new clothes, and he went to change them on purpose today, saying that he was going to perform a tea ceremony for us." play."

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In the middle of the study room, 12-year-old Qiao Zhishu was wearing a red collared gown with a clean face. He knelt down in front of the coffee table to order tea. He scooped the tea without grabbing it directly with his hands. The chopsticks were used as tweezers to put the tea into the tea bowl. .

Sun Sheng and Sun Hanyan were kneeling beside him, their faces also looking good, only Xiao Huansheng put his hands on the coffee table, resting his little head, blinking his big eyes at the hair cakes, goat milk cakes, Naipizi, tea cakes, etc.In the family, she has the best vision.

Qiao Zhishu straightened his back, sitting alone quietly, with an elegant temperament, and his tea-ordering moves were like flowing water, and his pure and simple art of tea inspired everyone.

The grandchildren and elders in the seat were all shocked. Generations of tea farmers, honest and responsible, would taste their own tea in their spare time, but they never thought about delving into tea art.Just because tea fighting in the dynasty was regarded as a type of culture, and it was also a means for famous prostitutes in brothels to raise their voices.

For example, in Jiangzhou Fucheng, there are beautiful women from the Qinhuai River. In order to raise their reputation and prestige, they decorate with culture such as libretto and poetry, tea ceremony, and musical instruments.It is rumored that there are not a few champions, prime ministers and literati who lost to famous prostitutes.

"Brother Sheng, Hanyan, serve tea."

Sun Sheng and Sun Hanyan stepped forward to hold the teacups on small bamboo trays, and presented them to the elders one by one from left to right, with the etiquette of a rich family.

Qiao Zhishu prepared a cup of fermented goat's milk for Xiao Huansheng alone. The fermented Xiao Huansheng held the same cup of tea as the adults, and happily drank it down.

"Serve the pastry."

Not counting after serving the tea, he evenly distributed several plates of pastries on the table, and gave the elders one by one to taste the pastries with the tea.

Qiao Zhishu got up and stood up, impatient like a child, "Grandma, how do you like the cake with the tea I ordered?"

Mrs. Sun loved him the most. She ordered a cake made of steamed glutinous rice noodles and asked, "What kind of cake is this? It is salty, fragrant and soft, like a pig's trotter, but it is salty. I am most used to eating this dish. "

The elderly don't like sweet and greasy pastries anymore.

Qiao Zhishu went around the tea table and walked up to grandma, "This is the pig skin picked from the fat of the lard bought at home, marinated in sauce, chopped into pieces, wrapped in glutinous rice and steamed. Cakes are for those who don’t like sweets.”

It was also figured out out of nowhere to be eaten by gangsters who are greedy for meat and glutinous rice cakes.

After Qiao Zhishu finished speaking, he couldn't wait for the other elders' comments, so he poured out all his ideas.

"I plan to open a tea shop, the main product is cakes with tea."

As soon as the idea came out, Sheng Ying, who sold pastries to the family and earned food money, was the first to agree.

"It's a good idea. You can sell both tea and cakes. You can earn two silver dollars per shop." Sheng Ying immediately cooperated with Qiao Zhishu to persuade her uncle.

Sun Hongrun was well-informed and thought a lot, and asked: "Do you know that this tea shop relies on a storyteller, and this storyteller also has to tell wonderful stories to attract customers. Where do you ask my uncle to invite a gentleman back?" ? Besides, the storyteller has the lowest monthly silver price, so he has to go for a tael.”

Qiao Zhishu ran in front of Sun Hongrun again to block people, "My brother said that we can't win the business of the old tea shop in the county, so I won't compete with him for the storytelling tea shop. They tell their stories, and we mainly Sell ​​tea cakes!"

First there are dishes for rice, and then there are cakes for tea.

The author has something to say: Gentlemen of the gentry, Webb and his ilk, bathe in balm, cultivate morality, prosper with elegance and respect each other, and engage in tea drinking. ——Quoting "Daguan Tea Theory"