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Notifications sounded one after another on the mobile phone, and there were countless Weibo messages on the screen besides WeChat, there were reminders for new fans to follow, and there were also private messages on Weibo.

Meng Chi first clicked on WeChat, and the people who sent the message were different, but the content was almost the same, such as [Handsome guy, you're popular again] [I didn't expect Xiao Meng to be a model] [The photo is really good]... …

From the Weibo screenshots they sent, Meng Chi already knew why his Weibo suddenly started to gain followers, and private messages flooded in.

She Shan posted his group of photos on Weibo. Although he didn't circle Meng Chi's ID, the netizen had great powers. They found out the tea making video that Meng Chi had become popular before, and found the Leisurely Teahouse that Yang Zile ran into. Weibo account, found Meng Chi's Weibo from fans.

Meng Chi's Weibo has been used for many years, and he usually uses it to watch gossip and news, or to forward some blog posts related to tea art.He doesn't like to share his life content on social platforms very much. He only shared his feelings when he won the competition, with a few photos from the competition.

As Chen Yan said, when people become popular, the traces of their past on the Internet will be uncovered by netizens.

Mr. Chen was also among those who sent him WeChat messages. Although his words were not as frivolous as when he drank too much last time, Meng Chi frowned.

"What's wrong?" Yu Tingzhi asked when he saw his expression was wrong when he came to drink water after picking a row of tea trees.

"It's nothing." Meng Chi smiled lightly, "She Shan posted the photo on Weibo, and netizens all came to praise me."

Although his tone was relaxed, Yu Tingzhi inexplicably felt that he was not happy, and even a little disgusted.He took out his mobile phone and went to Weibo to look around. Indeed, he saw a lot of compliments in the comments, some praised his face, some praised his figure, and some praised his paintings. Harsh comments, such as saying that the photos are vulgar, insulting tea art, and even insulting personality, asking if he is a duck.

Yu Tingzhi frowned slightly, and sent the screenshot to She Shan, asking him to deal with the comments.

Meng Chi raised his head and filled half a bottle of mineral water to quench his thirst. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yu Tingzhi's phone screen, saw Sheshan's name on the dialogue box, and the word "delete" in the green frame he sent out.

"What are you doing? You asked She Shan to delete the photos?" Meng Chi asked.

"No." Yu Tingzhi paused for a second, then looked up at him, "but if you want to delete it, I can ask him to delete it."

"Why did you delete it? Isn't his Weibo just for posting photographic works." After saying this, Meng Chi realized what Yu Tingzhi meant by thinking about it. He smiled and said, "Keep it." , I don't think there's anything wrong with it."

Yu Tingzhi stared at him, as if to see from his expression whether he was forcing himself.

"Really," Meng Chi smiled at him, "Since it's taken, it's for people to see. You can watch it in the exhibition hall, and of course you can watch it on your phone."

Yu Tingzhi nodded, put away his phone, and he didn't read She Shan's message back to him.

Meng Chi walked to the side of the tea tree and continued to pick tea with his head bowed. Yu Tingzhi followed him and walked opposite him. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Is your master still angry with you?"

Meng Chi paused for a moment, then asked in confusion, "How do you know that my master is angry?"

Yu Tingzhi: "She Shan said it."

On the day of the photography exhibition, She Shan actually called Meng Chi, but at that time Meng Chi only said that he was going to the countryside to collect tea, and he didn’t say anything about Master, but he didn’t need to ask, he could guess that She Shan would know, probably because of Yang Zile This big mouth.

Meng Chi sighed, "I don't know, my master is very angry, and it will probably take ten days and a half months to calm down."

In fact, Meng Chi felt that his master should have calmed down. After all, the last time Du Feng said that he told his master about letting him go to the competition, the master just kept silent and did not get angry.

But now that the photos on Weibo were posted, the popularity came up, and he was annoyed by those old customers who asked him, and the old man probably had to be awkward for a while.

"Sorry." Yu Tingzhi said suddenly.

"What are you apologizing for?" Meng Chi asked.

"Maybe I shouldn't let She Shan ask you to take pictures." Yu Tingzhi said.

Hearing that Meng Chi's action of picking tea stopped immediately, he raised his eyes to look at Yu Tingzhi, even more puzzled: "What do you mean? You asked She Shan to come to me?"

Yu Tingzhi nodded, but looked behind Meng Chi beyond Meng Chi.

When Meng Chi saw it, he turned his head, and then met his master's blinding eyes, and he didn't know how long he had been listening to whispers here.

"Master, what are you doing? You scared me." Meng Chi said speechlessly.

The master straightened his rickety back, cleared his throat pretending to be calm, and reprimanded: "I still have to ask you two, why don't you pick tea well, play with your mobile phone for a while, chat for a while, and you two don't fall in love, why do you keep getting together?" ?!"

Meng Chi: "..."

Yu Tingzhi: "..."

While the two of them were in a daze, the master put on a straight face again, stretched out his hand and pulled the tea-picking basket in front of Meng Chi's crotch, glanced at it, and said contemptuously, "Just pick a little? It's not as much as I pick. At your speed, Do I have to stay here for a day? Hurry up and work, or there will be no lunch at noon."

Meng Chi: "...well, well, work hard."

The two who had been reprimanded naturally did not dare to slack off any longer, and concentrated on picking tea with their heads down.

The tea leaves that have just been picked from the tea tree are green and tender, with a slight grassy aroma and the unique tea aroma of tea leaves. In order to avoid the high temperature that will affect the quality of fresh leaves, the live leaves that have just been picked should not be stacked together, but should be spread out. Keep in a cool place to cool off.

The sun was getting hotter and hotter, and there was no place to spread the tea leaves in the tea garden, so the three of them didn't pick for a long time. After about two hours, the master came to inspect the results.

Relying on years of experience, the master weighed the tea basket a little, and estimated that the three of them picked a total of about ten catties of fresh leaves.

"Okay, it can make about two catties of dry tea, and half of it is just right for the two of you." Master said.

After going down the mountain, Meng Chi took the freshly picked fresh leaves to a cool and ventilated place in the long corridor of the small courtyard and spread them out to dry. He waited until the water dried and the tea leaves became soft before roasting them.

Yu Tingzhi knew little about the tea making process, so Meng Chi talked to him about science while working.

Green tea belongs to non-fermented tea, and the production process can be roughly divided into spreading, drying, and drying.Different varieties of green tea have slightly different processing techniques.For example, Anji white tea and Taiping Houkui also have the process of making strips, and the tea leaves are in the shape of long and thin strips.However, Huangshan Maofeng still needs to be kneaded after it is finished, and then dried, and finally added a re-dried to make tea.

"In the past, tea making was basically done by hand. Now that technology is advanced, tea making in tea factories has been replaced by machines, and many ancient methods have been lost." Meng Chi said with some regret, "There are only old masters like Shigong. I also master some ancient methods, and occasionally make handmade tea."

The development of science and technology is a double-edged sword. It accelerates economic development, liberates the hands of working people, and makes life more convenient and efficient. However, it also makes people lazy and loses many wisdom crystals worth preserving. , Countless admirable traditional cultures are overwhelmed by the wave of technology.People are just pushed forward, not knowing when to look back.

Yu Tingzhi: "Will you know?"

"Yes." Meng Chi said and raised his hand, "I've followed him for several years, and I don't know how many layers of skin I burned off my hands."

Meng Chi's hands are actually not ugly, they are very wide and big, and they have many calluses. They look vicissitudes but are powerful. There are indeed many small burn marks on the outside of his palms. If you don't look carefully, you can hardly see them. .

Yu Tingzhi stretched out his hand, stroking the scar on the side of his palm with his fingertips: "Thanks for your hard work."

"I thought it was hard when I was studying, but now that I think about it," Meng Chi clicked his tongue, "It's actually quite worth it."

Looking at the smile in his eyes, Yu Tingzhi felt that this Meng Chi was too charming.

After lunch, Shigong originally planned to take a nap, but because today is Sunday, which happened to be the open day of the temple, pilgrims were allowed to set off cannons.Crackling, people can not sleep.

The three of them sat in the gazebo in the yard, enjoying the coolness while drinking tea.The news on Meng Chi's phone hadn't stopped. He read some more important information and listened to Yang Zile's voice message, saying that there were too many people in the store these two days, but Old Yang was still Not very happy.

Meng Chi sighed lightly, looked at the red dots, and turned off the WeChat notifications.

"What trouble did you get into?" The master asked him suddenly with a sideways glance at him.

"Huh? No." Meng BaNchi said.

Master snorted and laughed: "Still pretending to me, you didn't cause trouble, why didn't your master let you go to the capital to participate in the competition, but let Du Feng go instead?"

Meng Chi: "..."

Why does his master know everything.

"No trouble," Meng Chi held the tea cup, avoiding his master's sight, "It's just that he made some extra money in his spare time and was slack in tea art."

Shigong stared at him for a few seconds, then tapped him with the fan in his hand: "Don't think Shigong is an old antique, I can also surf the Internet, okay?"

Before Meng Chi could speak, he said, "Lele sent me that photo of yours. The dew is a bit more exposed, but you are not ugly, and the photo is quite artistic."

Meng Chi: "..."

Yang Zile is such a loudspeaker, he can talk about everything.

When Yu Tingzhi at the side heard the words, he paused for a moment while drinking tea.

Meng Chi was inexplicably embarrassed, he let out an ouch, and shouted helplessly, "Master, please stop embarrassing me."

"Hmph, you're not happy to praise you anymore, are you?" The teacher asked jokingly, "I have to scold you like your master to be happy?!"

"No—" Meng Chi dragged his tune, a bit coquettish, and after thinking for a while he said, "Actually, Master didn't scold me, he just beat me, telling me to put my mind on the right path."

The fan in Shigong's hand stopped suddenly, and he looked sideways at Meng Chi, a gleam of light flashed in his old but not cloudy eyes.

A few seconds later, while whispering "on the way", he continued to shake his fan, but at a much slower speed.

"Xiao Meng, tell me what do you think tea is?" Master suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Meng Chi was taken aback for a moment, then immediately replied, "Isn't tea just tea?"

Master turned his gaze to Yu Tingzhi who was opposite, Yu Tingzhi put down the tea cup in his hand, and answered: "Strictly speaking, it is tea tree leaves, or a drink brewed with tea tree leaves after making it."

This official answer comparable to Baidu Encyclopedia stunned Meng Chi and Shigong. After a moment of silence, Shigong burst out laughing and pointed at him with a fan: "That's absolutely right."

Meng Chi glanced at Yu Tingzhi speechlessly: "Why didn't you say it was a plant?"

The master laughed for a long time, and when he was relieved and stopped, he asked again: "Then tell me what tea art is?"

Yu Tingzhi: "An artistic expression of tea culture."

Before the teacher responded, Meng Chi said speechlessly, "Now I think you are a university teacher."

Master laughed twice, then turned to look at Meng Chi: "Then tell me."

Meng Chi suddenly fell into deep thought. He seemed unable to answer this question, so he asked back, "Master, what do you think tea art is?"

"Tea art," Shigong said slowly in a leisurely tone, "probably means making a pot of tea pretending to be elegant."

Pretending to be elegant.

This word, which is not considered a compliment, was actually a bit against the law when it came out of Shigong's mouth, but it didn't make Meng Chi feel very surprised.

Probably because Master has always been strict with others and lenient with himself.In the teaching of tea art, he taught students strictly according to the code of conduct of a tea art master, but he was always how to feel comfortable.

"I asked your master this question before, and he couldn't answer it just like you." When the master said this, he suddenly laughed, "Now he should be able to answer it."

Meng Chi subconsciously asked, "What is it?"

Master glanced at him, and asked mercilessly, "Does it have something to do with you?"

Meng Chi was taken aback by the words, as if he suddenly understood what the master was talking about.

"Take those people who come here to talk to me about tea, some of them think tea art is entertainment, some think it is a pursuit of practice, and some think it is just a profession." Shigong looked at the winding mountains. The white mist said slowly,

"I'm not going to say they're right or they're wrong. It's like I'm teaching them how to make tea, how to make tea, I'm just passing on the skills I have mastered. How they want to use it, and how they will think about it , what kind of road they will take in the future is their own business, and has nothing to do with others."

Speaking of this, he paused, then turned to Meng Chi and said, "You too."

Your legs grow on yourself, and the path you want to take is only related to the path you want to take.

The author says:

Teacher Yu: Let's follow my routine, and make the next appointment within three chapters.