The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

one year later.

In March of Yangchun, Qingyuan experienced light rain for several days, and damp water vapor permeated everywhere.The buds of spring tea grow extremely fast, and they spring up overnight like mushrooms after rain.Titi tea trees are all over the mountains and plains, covering the hills with suitable shades of green.

The air is crisp and pleasant, and the moist mist seems to penetrate the skin.The simple bungalows in the distance, the roof of the tea market, all the scenery are hazy in this cloud of water vapor.

It was only six o'clock in the morning, and the tea farmers were already working hard in the tea fields.

Song Zhi stood on the ridge of the field.

Among countless tea farmers whose lower bodies are covered by half-waist-high tea trees, he is the only one worrying about a plowed open space.

The tea trees of the local people have been planted for many years, and this kind of plant has always been known for its long life span, which can live for 60 to [-] years.

Planted from the ancestors, after years of careful care, the canopy of the tea tree has been raised evenly, and when spring comes, the tea tree will germinate neatly.Qingyuan people only need to bring bamboo baskets and the whole family to pick them.The two hands are picked back and forth, and the movements are familiar, and a bamboo basket can be picked in an hour.

So Song Zhi, an outsider, seemed to be in a lot of situations.

Just a month ago, he used part of the sales of the tea house in the past year to rent the fields of a certain family in the town.

The original owner of the field was engaged in other business in the city and had no time to take care of his tea garden.Even when tea is harvested, people are hired to use machines to pick it. The precision of the machine is not as good as that of human hands. After a section, the tea buds are picked, but the branches are also cut off. After three or four years of continuous picking, the tea tree buds and leaves gradually change. Weak, the leaves shrink, the quality is getting worse and worse, the tree species left by the parents are all useless, and they can only be uprooted and replanted.

But the other party was so busy that he couldn't get away, and even when it was time to plant new seedlings in the vernal equinox, he was delayed by various things.

When Song Zhi was wandering around the tea market, he heard the proprietress talk about this matter, so he contacted her and said he wanted to rent it.

This tea field is located on a gentle slope of a hill, with a relatively high position, and it takes half an hour to walk up.

There is a saying that "good tea comes from high mountains". The higher the place, the better the temperature, the more rain and the more clouds and mist, and the taste is incomparable to ordinary tea.

But there are also defects, the gentle slope is too gentle, and the drainage capacity is very poor.After Song Zhi plowed the ground, he didn't know how to dig drainage ditches. He planed eastward, touched westward, his hands were covered with mud, and he stood in the field until Rigao was thirsty, but he didn't come up with a reasonable design.

Then gave up.

Squat down on the ground, plant the purchased tea seedlings evenly, and use four sticks to prop up a layer of plastic cloth at the four corners—before Qingming, the weak tea seedlings must be shaded.

I have been busy all morning, haven't eaten lunch, and when I finally stand up, my waist is almost broken.

He suddenly appeared from among the thick tea trees, and immediately attracted the attention of many women on the terraced fields.Song Zhi checked it one last time and was about to leave when he heard all the women in the field praise him.

They tried to speak Mandarin: "Little tea master, why are you so diligent?"

"Don't make your tea, are you obsessed with farming?"

Song Zhi: "Hey, it's nothing!"

"Is your seedling alright?"

"It's okay, it depends on their own good fortune." After Song Zhi finished speaking, he came out along the field ridge and walked to the dirt road outside.A woman above suddenly stopped him: "Look at your dirty hands, I have a new towel for you to wipe."

As soon as the next woman saw her take it out, she started to shout: "You wipe the mud for the little tea master with a white sweat towel? Why don't you go to his house and wash his socks?"

"..."

Song Zhi was molested every day, and he was numb.

The men were all working dully in the field, and the two women started to yell at each other.They have been repeating mechanical boring work from morning to night, and they have long been miserable, and no one gives up the opportunity to make fun.

"Going back?" a tea farmer asked.

Song Zhi: "Yes, almost."

"Take a rest, wait for the seedlings to be raised next year, and pick tea with us again!"

Song Zhi responded with a good voice, thinking in his heart that the tea trees would be put into production in three to five years, and the planting had just begun, and it was still early before the day of tea picking.

However, he has great patience.

The tea seedlings were carefully selected in the tea market. For the drainage of the land, Song Zhi spent money to find someone to repair the drainage ditches.He likes to drink tea and enjoy the process of planting. He has high requirements for tea, and he spends money and spends a lot since he was a child, so that the cost is high.

But fortunately, his tea seedlings are growing well.Only one month later, the seedlings that were originally only ankles have grown to the height of the calf, and the plants have grown strong.

In the morning, the proprietress at the tea market asked him, "Little tea master, how is your field?"

Song Zhi: "It's okay, it's not flooded anymore."

The proprietress seemed to be very interested in his gutters, and asked, "So useful?"

"I heard people say that this year the clouds come earlier than usual, and the rainy season will come earlier."

Song Zhi said: "The hills are nearly 200 meters high, so they won't be flooded there, unless my seedlings are washed away, otherwise, just do a good job of drainage."

It seems that it has become his new habit to visit the tea market after visiting the tea fields.With two catties of tea in hand, before entering the house, Song Zhi found a blind man walking on the crushed cement road in front of the tea house, beating on a stick.

He took a few more glances and shouted, "Hey!"

"Are you going for a walk here? This road is full of big cars!"

The blind man was wearing a pair of glasses with all black lenses. When he heard someone calling him, he only turned his body slightly:

"Little brother, I want to go to Liu Laozhi's house, how should I go?"

Liu Laozhi?

Liu's sister Hua and Liu Chacha's father.

"Turned off." He walked towards the tea house, turned his head and said, "The direction is reversed, it's a long way away. You ask someone to take you there. The road is full of heavy trucks. Don't drag you on a trailer." gone."

Seeing the blind man think for a second, he turned around and continued to knock tentatively on the road ahead with his stick, and then moved in small steps by himself.

Song Zhi put the plastic bag of tea in the room, walked out, and sighed: "Let's go, I'll take you."

When he got closer, he realized that the blind man had strange things hanging on his body. The hand holding the stick was like a chicken's paw, which was thick and black, and there was a tattered cloth bag hanging around his waist.

"What are you doing?"

The blind man smiled and said, "I'm a fortune teller."

Song Zhi didn't speak, grabbed the other end of the stick, walked on the street for more than half an hour, and led him to Liu's tea house.

He saw Liu Chacha punching sandbags under the tree in the yard, and asked angrily, "Where's your father?"

Liu Chacha squinted at Song Zhi, he was in the period of voice change, turned his head and shouted into the room with a rough voice: "Mom! The fortune teller is here!"

Liu Laozhi came out to greet him in a hurry, and when he saw Song Zhi, he paused for a moment, "Young tea master is coming, too?"

"It just happened to happen." Song Zhi pointed to the blind man, "I said they came to you."

He asked curiously, "What do you count as fortune-telling?"

Liu Laozhi passed the age of knowing his fate, and a slight smile appeared on his dark face: "Forget about my wife...is she pregnant with a boy or a girl..."

Song Zhi's expression brightened: "Oh!"

"You old dog! Another baby, congratulations!"

Only then did his wife slowly come out from behind. Song Zhi saw that the other party's stomach was already very distended, and thought to himself, the daughter-in-law is pregnant, so don't go to the hospital to ask an acquaintance to find out the gender of the child, fortune-telling... Is this accurate?

As if guessing what he was thinking, Liu Laozhi's wife said, "It's been eight months."

"I'm pregnant with a boy with a sharp belly, and a girl with a round belly. I've checked them all, but I can't tell. I plan to ask the master to look at it for me, and then calculate whether the birth will go well or not."

Song Zhi nodded, indicating that he understood: "Oh——"

Later, the blind man and him were invited into the house by Liu Laozhi.The blind man propped a wooden stick at the door, and put his girdle on his left shoulder, as if nothing had happened.As soon as he passed his hand, Liu Laozhi's wife knew what to do. She lifted her clothes up, stepped forward, and pressed her belly against it.

For a while, the house was extremely quiet.

The blind man stood in that posture, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep, and it took him a long time to move his hands from one place to the other.finally spoke:

"...The Bathing Palace...well...it's pretty good to give birth to..."

"The child's house is a girl."

Liu Laozhi has both sons and daughters, so it doesn't matter a long time ago. When he grows old, he will only smile coyly and say in his mouth: "Girl is good, girl is good."

After the blind man analyzed the palace position and wealth fortune in detail, his wife was also very happy: "Master, can you give the child another name?"

When I was pregnant with three children, I always invited this fortune teller to visit.He said back then that twin sisters with a good palace position can make a healthy family.Sure enough, the two sisters were quick-witted and smart. Since they were born, Liu Laozhi's tea house has become the best business in Qingyuan.Later, my husband said that there are seven kills in a man's life, which is accurate, Liu Chacha is just a bastard!

"Name?"

"Um……"

"Ming, tea, tea..."

The fortune teller pondered over and over again, and finally stood stiffly for 5 minutes without uttering a word.

Song Zhi laughed, Master's vocabulary is not enough?

He opened his mouth to suggest: "Tea has another name, called 荈. (Same as 'Chuan')"

"Liu Liao, it's a bit out of the way. But at least it matches your family's naming style. Think about it?"

Liu Laozhi nodded heavily: "It can be considered!"

His wife said: "Let the little tea master watch it for so long, we spent a lot of money to invite the master, and everyone has come, let me do the math for you?"

Song Zhixin said, this is so embarrassing.

"What do you want to be?" said the blind man. "The palm of your hand."

The little tea master suddenly became interested, raised his sleeves, stretched out his white wrist, and stretched it under his hand: "When will the tea house I opened become rich!"

Liu Laozhi laughed at him directly, listening with his wife.

The blind man stretched out his hand to touch it. His chicken paw was as if it had been smeared with oil. The joints were black and shiny, and it lay on the jade-colored skin, which could be called a kind of visual stain.First pinch Song Zhi's joints, then touch down along the forearm bone, and use his long nails to draw slowly across the three stripes on the palm, as if feeling the lines under the fingertips.

The blind man thought for a long time, as if he was very distressed: "...you..."

Song Zhi waited patiently.

"...Kangshouwen's palm mound is big, and the Gen Palace is full. It is reasonable to say that he has no worries about food and clothing... But if you want to make a fortune by yourself, it is still difficult."

"How do you say it?" Song Zhi's expression suddenly became serious.People are like this. When watching others, they will still question soberly. When it is their turn, they will immediately choose to be convinced when they don't hear well: "What is the difficulty?"

The blind man didn't answer directly, but instead murmured: "When the water is strong, the soil can be turned into a pond. When the water is strong, the wood can be used to vent its power."

What's the meaning?Tell him to grow a few more pieces of land?

"I have bags of sandalwood chips here. For the sake of showing me the way today, my client's family has such a good thing. It used to cost 50 yuan, but now I only charge you 5 yuan."

Song Zhi frowned as he took out something from the cloth pocket at his waist—a triangular cloth bag made of coarse cloth, with a cotton thread tied on the top, and the bottom two corners of the cloth bag were rubbed black.Even if he didn't get close, Song Zhi could still feel the rotten smell of the white cloth outside.He put it in Song Zhi's hand, and continued: "And your sky pattern, which is a little shorter, but the island pattern is deep and chain-shaped, and the relationship between husband and wife is very good. One party may die early."

Liu Laozhi's wife was concerned: "This...?"

She waved her hands and comforted Song Zhi: "It's enough for the husband and wife to have a good relationship. Love is better than anything else. The master has always been accurate, so can you figure out where he should look for his wife in the future?"

The blind man touched it again, making Song Zhi's palms itch.A few seconds later, he muttered anxiously: "I can't figure it out..."

Song Zhi didn't care much about the relationship line: "Sheng, thank you."

"Come here first today, you can keep the amulet by yourself."

The master was embarrassed for a moment, and still gave him something: "Five yuan is unnecessary, you and I are destined, take it."

Song Zhi pinched a fairly clean part of the cotton thread with his index finger, and walked home with the triangular cloth bag.

There was a strong wind outside at some point, and on the way back, he only needed to lift his legs, and his body could be pushed forward.The two trouser legs were filled with the wind and floated straight forward, which was quite labor-saving.After walking downhill for a while, you can reach home after turning a corner.

People on the high slope can fully take in the sights of the town.Several old streets are arranged in a slanted direction, with blue bricks and gray painted roofs everywhere, and the terrain is low-lying and crowded.In the distance, blocked by the shrouded water vapor and making it difficult to see clearly, are the commercial infrastructure and residential buildings that have risen from the ground.

It's been so long that even if you see these tall buildings rising from the ground, you can hardly remember someone's face.

"Brother Song, what are you doing?"

Tian Jiamu suddenly called to him on the downhill: "Why are you in a daze? I think you are about to be blown away by the wind."

Song Zhi smiled lightly: "You didn't even fly, why should I fly?"

He saw a serious-looking village cadre standing beside Tian Jiamu, and asked simply, "Well."

The village official replied: "There is a new notice from the city, and we are discussing it."

Song Zhi saw that his leader was here, so he didn't talk too much: "Okay, I'll be busy first, see you later."

into the night.

After Song Zhi had dinner, he heard that the loudspeaker in the town that hadn't been turned on for hundreds of years was actually turned on.

"Everyone, listen to me for an announcement!"

"The Meteorological Observatory just issued a red rainstorm warning. The rainfall in Qingyuan Town is expected to exceed 3mm within 100 hours. The reservoir in Lingshan County is not large enough. Everyone stay at home and don't come out! Don't come out! No assembly is allowed, and the town's elementary school will also be closed tomorrow... "

"For the sake of safety, the circuit will be cut off in two hours. Anyone in our family who has dry food should prepare it first. Women should order more noodles and bake some cakes..."

"Estimated ten days and a half months..."

Song Zhi couldn't hear the rest of the voice clearly.

The sound of the loudspeakers tied to the telephone poles at the entrance of the town gradually became noisy, and was swept away by the strong wind, leaving only a sharp and prolonged current.

The author has something to say:

The knowledge about astrology refers to a passage in "Shangshu·Hong Fan".

Will be reconciled TAT

I have already thought about the detailed outline and the extra episode later, it will be sweet.The author made a big move to re-tie to death.