Yangjiatan, known as Liandao County in ancient times, is known as Jixiang Town in the near future. In the fifth year of Gaozu of the Han Dynasty (202 BC), Liandao County was established in central Hunan Province, which belonged to Changsha County, and the city was located in Yangjiatan, which was called Longcheng because it was adjacent to Longshan.
Four. Ten. First, the old objects are nostalgic, and the hot teacups are far away at night.
As mentioned last time, the housekeeper Camellia took my cousin and me to the bricklayer ditch.
As soon as we entered the door, the old man was divining in front of the shrine, and when he saw us, he quickly put away the magic weapon and came over to say hello.
The housekeeper Camellia said respectfully, Grandpa, these two are the boss's distinguished guests. So he went into the back room and went to work.
My cousin briefly introduced himself, and then he solemnly introduced me, saying, this is my cousin, and he is also in the Yangjiatan Pavilion. After my cousin was admitted to university, he left Hunan and worked in the ** ministry in Beijing. It has been more than 30 years since I arrived in Beijing. It's a big Beijing official. I came back this time to visit your old man.
When the old man heard this, he politely came over to shake hands with me.
The man's hands were wide and powerful, full of calluses, and pulled like a knife.
When we shook hands warmly, the bracelet on the old man's left hand touched the bracelet I also wore on my left hand, especially the pendants collided with each other, a crisp sound, followed by a flash of electric sparks, which once illuminated the hall as bright as day.
When the old man saw this, he was taken aback, folded his hands, and saluted, saying, The head of the bricklayer's department paid a visit to the chief helmsman.
I subconsciously returned the salute and said, "I" am the chief helmsman.
I originally wanted to tell the old man about that experience in detail, but after thinking about it, that experience was too bizarre, and it was not easy to explain it clearly, so I urgently changed my words and said that this string of beads was just a gift from a friend by chance.
The old man said, "What you wear on your hand is the token of the general rudder, that is, the command of the general rudder, we are believers or unbelievers, and whoever wears this string of orders, we will obey whose judgment we want."
The old man continued, it's just our door, there are not many people left, and the rest is this girl, and I'm still considering whether to pass it on to her. If I don't pass it on, I'll be the commander of the light pole. Pass it on, it is estimated that it will be the generation of camellias.
As he was talking, the housekeeper Camellia came out of the back room and beckoned us and said, Ah Gong, beckon the two distinguished guests to come and sit in the fire hall, and it was cold in a blink of an eye. Your old man's body is hard-boned, and he is used to freezing, so he is out of the way. They are golden branches and jade leaves from the city, frozen and broken, but they can't afford to wait.
Only then did the old man come to his senses and beckoned us to sit in the fire hall.
The layout of the fire hall is similar to that of the kitchen at No. 48 Riverside Street in the resort, except that it lacks a set of modern kitchen utensils, the stove and pot table are the same, but there is a stone-hewn water tank in the corner of the house, and a water diversion pipe made of bamboo, which is still dripping.
As soon as I sat down by the firepit, the increasingly dense cold air was dispelled by the fire in the firepit.
A tin pot hangs from the hook of the hanging drum above the stove.
The cousin had sharp eyes and said, this is an old pot.
Camellia answered, isn't it, it has been passed down for generations.
The old man said, it was all passed down from my grandfather's generation, and it was also a thing from the ** period. At that time, the things were genuine, unlike the things of today, which were not used.
My cousin said that when it first opened, there were a lot of shoddy and counterfeit products. In recent years, the quality of domestic ** has also come up.
Camellia said that the old man is ancient, and there is no reason to reject modern things, and the refrigerator does not want it, saying that it is a fresh dish, and it can be picked at any time in the mountains, which is not as fresh as the refrigeratorThe bacon hangs on the roof, the smoke is burning, and the taste is right. He also said that the frozen meat tasted weird.
The old man did not argue, saying, I am also in my nineties, the loess is buried to my neck, and I don't want to be tortured by these modern products. The tap water in the city smells strange, and it's no wonder if you drink too much, and you don't get sick. It's like our mountain spring water, and it's sweet in the mouth.
Camellia said, Ah Gong is conservative!For example, this electric kettle, you can boil water by plugging it in, which is fast and convenient. However, he just doesn't use it, either because it consumes electricity, or because the boiling water is not delicious.
The old man took the electric kettle, handed it to the two of us, and said, you can compare and compare, the workmanship of this pot is comparable to my old tin kettle, the key is the tea brewed from the boiling water, which is completely two flavors.
I took the electric kettle and compared it with the steaming kettle on the fire, and under the dim light and the fire, a new kettle was bright and calm.
I smiled and said, old man, if you have to talk about the process, or the modern one is stronger, the assembly line production, each interface is tightly fitted, and the size of each accessory is the same. Of course, although the craftsmanship is not comparable to that of handmade, from another point of view, these craftsmen are soaked in the sweat and hard work of the craftsmen, and they have temperature and soul. The most important thing is that the pot produced by modern technology is cheap, easy to promote, and the cost of replacement is also low.
My cousin said that I prefer the old pot, but I don't reject the new pot either. However, what my cousin said is also reasonable, this is earlier, there was a tin pot at home, which required a certain economic strength, which is equivalent to having a BMW car at home.
The old man obviously didn't understand much about the concept of BMW, and said that in the early years, we bricklayers came out of the ditch, and we all went south and north to do crafts, but they were not poor. But there are not many people who have a complete set of pewter, so they can be regarded as large households.
The old man insisted that the tea brewed from the water boiled in two pots was not the same taste. As he spoke, he got up and went to boil water.
Camellia hurriedly held it down and said, "Your old man will sit and accompany the guests, and I'll boil water."
In the gap between waiting for the water to boil, the cousin handed a cigarette to the old man, the old man excused himself, took it behind his ear, picked up a copper hookah from the window sill next to him, pulled up the pipe, blew out the smoke crumbs inside, and from a delicate copper cigarette box, pinched out a pinch of tobacco, filled it on the pipe, wiped the cigarette holder with his hand, handed it to the cousin and said, you can taste it too.
The cousin took the hookah, took out a red charcoal from the stove with a hook, lit the tobacco, and smoked it with a grunt.
The cousin sighed while smoking, pure, authentic, and energetic.
The old man said, "If you smoke a cigarette, you have to smoke a hookah, and then the taste is pure, and then it is called smoking."
The old man took off the filter cigarette from his ear and said, "This cigarette is mostly a kind of cigarette." But your cigarette is Chinese, and high-grade is high-end, but smoking is just a face.
The cousin agreed with him.
There was a howling alarm in the air about the boiling water in the electric kettle, and just in time, the water in the kettle in the stove was also boiling.
Camellia put the electric kettle on the stove and took out a set of tea sets from the cupboard.
When my cousin saw the tea set, his eyes lit up, and he took it and said, set up a table, and I'll pour the tea.
My cousin didn't know when he fell in love with tea art, and all his brothers, including his daughters-in-law, were trained to become tea masters.
Camellia moved a table and rested it on the stove, this way of heating in winter, brought me back to my childhood at once, but if it was a little colder, I would put a kang cage on the fire, and then cover the bed quilt, and the family would lie on the chair and rest their feet in the quilt to keep warm.
Those winter nights were warm, but they were long.
My cousin set up the tea set on the table, sat upright, and began to make tea, the same tea, with two pots of boiling water, each brewing a cup, let us taste blindly.
The old man and his cousin can almost accurately identify the tea brewed in the tin pot, and the camellia can recognize 80 percent, and my discrimination rate is half and half, which is completely guessed.
After tasting a round, Camellia said, I tasted the difference, it was really the taste of the boiling water boiled by the charcoal fire was different, and it was more layered.
But I can't tell the difference between the two.
It's a little embarrassing.
Seeing this, my cousin talked about Lu Yu's "Tu Jing" with some ostentatiousness, but he didn't expect that the old man was also a cultural person, and obviously he had read Lu Yu, and they talked very happily back and forth.
Camellia saw that I was a little bored, so she made a cup of tea. In theory, this kind of tea should no longer be called tea, there are fried soybeans, red dates, and some things that I can't name, but it is more like a specially prepared soup.
While he was drinking, the old man said, "Since the helmsman is here, I should report some of the situation of this door to the helmsman."
I said, "Old man, I'm not the helmsman, and I'm not here to inquire about anything, and you don't have to report it." My cousin and I are not outsiders, what we are curious about is that those secrets of Yangjiatan have encountered a lot of things this time, some things, I can't explain clearly for a while, and there are many things that our cognitive level can't understand.
I said, we are all very interested in the affairs of the mountains, if it is convenient, you can talk about it to us.
The old man's next words subverted my cognitive ......
Four. Ten. Second, I saw the leopard Luban book, and appeared in the righteous hall in a trance.
Last time, everyone talked about hot tea around the fireplace, and the old man's words subverted my cognition.
The old man said that our ditch hides a big secret, that is, our ditch, known as the bricklayer ditch, is actually the three craftsmen, to be precise, the three craftsmen ditch.
I guess it's masons, bricklayers and carpenters.
The cousin asked why the blacksmith was not included.
I said, I'm just guessing, as for the reason, I'll find a time to elaborate with you.
The old man answered, "You are right, it is the clay, the tile, the carpenter."
The old man said, although it is said that it is three craftsmen, the first of the three craftsmen, of course, is still a carpenter.
I nodded, if you build a house, judging from the previous situation, the wooden structure is the main body, and it is responsible for the framework of the entire building, and the other two industries can only be regarded as subsidiary.
The old man said, yes. But that's not the root. The root is that we, the carpenters, are well-versed in the Luban method, not only understanding the skills of carpenters, but also understanding the way behind them.
The cousin slapped his leg and said, Oh, I see. If the reception is not good, put a Taoist charm on the roof, or bury something under the door shaft, or even a finished coffin, and you can also put some nails and the like inside, which will make the main family unpeaceful, and at worst, the family will be ruined and the family will be ruined.
The old man said that those were all furs. Lu Ban's Taoism is much more magical than that.
After the old man finished speaking, he asked Camellia to go to the back room and take out a wooden box.
It's the kind of camphor wood box again, exuding a faint fragrance of camphor wood.
The old man took out two volumes from them, handed them to my cousin and me, and said, "The Luban book that has been handed down here."
I looked at the number on the wooden box of a book, and then looked at the number of the book, and said, "This is not the first set of books, there should be many sets of similar books."
The old man said, "When it comes to me, there are only two boxes left." At that time, when it was handed down, it was very mysterious. It is said that the books in the box are about carpenters, and the books in the box are about spells. It's okay to build a house and repair a cabinet, but if you want to make a wooden horse walk on its own according to your own wishes, or let a wooden bird fly freely, you need a combination of skill and Tao.
The old man said that those practical skills could be taught by his disciples. Those Taoist methods, except for a few who rely on eating, cannot be easily taught, and it is not too easy to Xi.
I looked through the book in my hand, the ancient books bound in the thread, should be copied by hand, not like the kind of plate making and printing, and the traces of brush writing are particularly heavy. Each page has illustrations, one of which is a structural diagram of various commonly used utensils.
The cousin's book is complicated, and the pictures in it are some ladders and the like, combat equipment.
I visually inspected it, and the box should hold five volumes.
I feel that this box contains the construction instructions for all kinds of equipment.
I asked the old man if he could take the book on Taoism from the box and take a look at it.
I begged the old man to say, even if it was a glance.
The old man stared at the pendant on my bracelet for a long time, and said, if this was in the past, the helmsman would not have made such a request, the rules in the rudder were very strict at that time, and the division of labor of each sect was also very clear.
The old man laughed at himself and said that up to now, all the sects have almost been defeated, and it doesn't make much sense to keep it secret, since the helmsman wants to see it, I have to follow it, but the final bottom line still has to be adhered to. No transcription, no photography. When you go out of this door, you act as if nothing happened at all.
After speaking, let Camellia go to get another box, or the original color of camphor wood, or the familiar faint fragrance of camphor wood.
The old man opened it and took out a copy and handed it to me, I looked at it, and there were some hexagrams and some strange symbols, with words on the side.
My judgment is that those neatly structured parts like quatrains of rhythmic poems should be formulas, and those sentences of different lengths should be the explanation of the mind or the hexagram and the use of symbols.
Before I could take a closer look, the old man snatched it and said, I can't look at it anymore, Master Zu said that these Dao mana are boundless, and if you don't get it right, there will be endless harm.
The old man said that these Taoisms are also passed on separately, and in general, passing on one or two Taos can solve certain problems, but it is also at the cost of physical injury. In other words, every time you use a spell, it is also a kind of damage to yourself. One thousand enemies, eight hundred self-inflicted losses.
The old man said that it has been passed down to several generations, and no one has yet learned it all.
The cousin looked at it for a while, but couldn't see why, so he returned the book to the old man.
The old man asked Camellia to put away the book and put it back in the back room.
We also turn on the tea mode.
The cousin poured a cup for the old man and asked if the self-lifting suspension bridges and self-lit lanterns in the ditch were also the credit of these books.
The old man said that those things have been passed down for several generations, and no one can say clearly. When I was born, those things were there. According to the elders, it turns out that in this ditch, there are three steps and one trap, and five steps and one institution. The terraces in the mountains are irrigated by automatic water lifters, as are the mills and oil mills.
The old man said that back then, most of the anti-four old days were destroyed, and some of the great steel smelting was destroyed, and the Cultural Revolution was almost destroyed. Those suspension bridges and lanterns were saved by the villagers' desperate efforts.
The old man said that if these are lost again, the roots of our surname will be gone.
I asked, what generation did the skills of your vein come from, and from the common sense point of view, the construction of the Miao family is relatively simple, and the utensils are not complicated, so there is no need for and it is impossible to produce such skills. In this sense, it is absolutely impossible to learn from ethnic minorities.
The old man said, I don't know how it was transmitted. But the teachings of our ancestors are to let us practice our crafts and preach the Tao well.
The old man said that the ancestors said that they usually support their families and help the world in times of chaos.
The old man said, in fact, the head of our sect must not only learn Xi master the core technology of the sect, but the most important thing is to set up camp and build trenches according to the terrain.
The old man said, later, after watching some war movies, I felt that we were the engineering troops when we were marching and fighting in the past, and of course, there were some additional functions.
The old man said, in the past few years, I have also understood that most of the things we have inherited are outdated, and they should be the products of the era of archery, arrows, swords, and horses.
I said, yes, it should be a product of the era of cold weapons.
Following this line of thought, I went on to analyze that if this is the case, then everything is true.
I turned around and said to my cousin, if you assume it like this, the experience we had with the ferryman a few days ago is true, that is, the Red Lady led the remnants to Yongsan. He divided his troops into different branches and stationed them in the ravines of Longshan. The Carpenter's Department is mainly a combat unit, and the scouts are scouts, which are the elite part of the combat troops. The bricklayer department should be a support force.
The cousin said, then, the children of Li Yan and the Red Lady should command the system, and they are still barely talking about the past, so what about the children of King Chuang.
I pondered for a while and said, I haven't thought about this thoroughly, but there is always a logic to everything, and in terms of reason, it always has to make sense. If we can follow this line of thought, then many things will be solved. For example, Li Yan and the Red Lady's team is a staff officer or organ system, and Li Chuangwang's team is likely to be a command system.
I added, however, the hatred between this red lady and King Chuang is not so easy to resolve. Therefore, it is difficult to determine what role these two teams play, and at present, there is not enough information to support it.
I said, why is the red lady so laid out?
The cousin said, this, slowly, will be clear. It's a pity that the old man is not allowed to shoot these books, otherwise they will be sent to Mao Yibin together, maybe there will be an answer soon.
I said, don't rush, there is always a way, there are always more ways than difficulties.
Another question I was desperate to know was how the old man could tell my identity from my bracelet.
The old man said, this is not complicated. After speaking, he took off his bracelet and put it on the table, and motioned for me to take it off as well, and put it side by side.
The old man said, you see, these two bracelets, in terms of material and shape, it is difficult to distinguish the difference, and there are some differences in the pendant, but these are not the key.
The old man said, according to what you just said, when you got this bracelet, the helmsman did not teach you the mantra of the heart.
The old man said that the method is not complicated, and it will be learned as soon as it is learned. The key is the mantra.
The old man said, "Put your hands together, hold the bracelet in the palm of your hand, close your eyes, and look at the prototype of the teacher in your heart."
I'm afraid I don't understand, the old man also explained that the person who taught you the Buddha beads is your teacher, and looking at his prototype is to recall in your heart what it looked like when he taught you the bracelet.
The old man said, chanting the incantation in your mouth, you will be able to control the bracelet.
I recalled the scene at that time, when Li Yan taught me the bracelet, he taught me the mental method, whether it is true or not, try it for the time being.
So, I picked up the bracelet on the table, held it in the palm of my hand, put my hands together, and recited the mantra.
After reciting the mantra, I only heard a crisp sound, as if I was crossing, in a huge hall, the scene was particularly like the Juyi Hall in the film and television drama "Water Margin", a leader looked majestic, standing on the stage, his eyes scanning the hall.
In the first row there is a long table horizontally, and a row of elderly people sits facing the table. Sitting in the middle was the bricklayer, next to him was the bricklayer, and there were some faces that he had never seen before. It should be the head of each sect.
On the flat forehead of the hall is written Longsan Helm.
My eyes swept over the bracelets of each master, and the bracelet pendant would emerge with the symbolic information of this school.
Four. Ten. 3. Bizarre sectarian affairs on a rainy night, intertwined in dreams.
As mentioned last time, I met the head of the bricklayer ditch and revealed the secret of the use of the bracelet.
The old man said that these bracelets were the symbols of the sect. When you recite the mantra and enter the illusion, you can see that the bracelet presents a robbery number, the hammer stonemason is, the saw is the carpenter, and the knife is the carpenter. You have a golden crown in your hand, and you are naturally the helmsman.
The old man said that these strings were made according to the Luban method, and each string was unique and had mana. Only people in the same path can recognize. No matter how it is imitated, even if the shape is realistic, the material and shape are exactly the same.
The old man said, "You have awakened this bracelet now, and it has been integrated into your body, unless, it is passed on to someone else, and it is awakened by the person who passed it on." Otherwise, the mark on your body will not disappear.
I said, is it possible to understand it in this way, just like a newly bought mobile phone, you must first enter the owner's information, activation, and it is the owner's. People in the same way, just like Bluetooth, can get each other's information when they are connected.
The cousin said, don't say it, it really means something.
The old man said, "I don't understand what you said." Now, if you can harness this bracelet, you will be able to see the information on me.
After the old man finished speaking, he took off the bracelet and put it on the table.
I closed my eyes and recited the mantra, and the image of the room in the room emerged, the old man's body was draped in a faint glow, and the symbols of saws, shovels, and knives shone side by side on his head.
The old man said that when the bracelet is close, you will feel it, and at the beginning, the bracelet will vibrate. If you have deep kung fu, you don't need to be reminded, you will know it naturally.
The old man said, "When you first came in, I didn't feel it, because you and this bracelet have not become one." Now, within ten miles, I know who's coming.
The old man said that it won't be long before you can master this kung fu as you like. It's just that I don't know how many of these sects still exist, and it is estimated that most of them have been lost.
The function of the bracelet revealed by the old man is not the same as what Li Yan said when he taught me at that time. Perhaps, I am afraid that once I know, I will not be willing to accept this bracelet again.
I asked curiously, what kind of power and benefits do the heads have?
The old man said that the head of the sect can master and dispatch the people and resources of his sect, which is full of responsibilities and does not have much benefit. In the chaotic old society, although the activities of the sect were semi-public, when they went out, they could always meet people in the same way, and they would help each other, and in times of crisis, they could also help each other.
The old man said, listening to the old man, the most prosperous time of the rudder club was in the late Qing Dynasty to the ** period. The general rudder has branches in large and small cities in Hunan, and it is as far as Hankou, Hubei. The people in the sect have to rely on wherever they go. When it's difficult, you can find a helper.
My cousin said, this is the same as the *** organization, in Hunan and Sichuan, the fluent robe brother will be in the past.
The old man said that we are more like an industry association, but it is definitely not *** because we are just helping people in the sect, and we will not harm others, let alone society. Murder for money is strictly forbidden in the sect.
I asked, the head of the sect has a bracelet as a token, what about the other people in the sect.
The old man said, we have marks and jargon. For example, carpenters' tools are engraved with the symbol of the door. When peers meet, they will use jargon to confirm each other's identities.
was chatting lively, only to see a flash of lightning, followed by a thunderclap. In a flash of lightning, the entire valley was illuminated.
The pouring rain poured down, and after a while, the valley resounded with the sound of rushing water.
My cousin screamed badly, and as soon as the stream rose, I was afraid that I would not be able to pass.
Camellia was still calm, and said, this will leave quickly, it should be too late. After that, take the two raincoats that we brought and let us put them on.
The old man said, it doesn't matter, this ditch is designed, no matter how heavy the rain is, it will neither cause flash floods nor landslides. Now that it's raining heavily, there shouldn't be any safety problems, it's just that it's not easy to go.
Camellia said, we came from the cave in the back mountain, not far.
After speaking, he turned on the flashlight and rushed into the rain. My cousin rushed in, and I hesitated and rushed in and out.
The rain came quickly and heavily, the raincoat didn't work at all, the rain poured on the face, flowed down the neck, and after a while it was soaked, cool, wet, and unbearable.
Fortunately, this road is not far, and it will soon cross the stream, enter the cave, and walk out of the rain curtain.
But when I returned to 48 Riverside Street, my whole shirt was still soaked.
I went back to the room and took a hot shower, changed into a set of refreshing clothes, and there was a cup of steaming ginger Coke on the bedside table.
I wanted to lie on the head of the bed and watch the mountain scenery under the moonlight of the water. Helplessly, the weather was not beautiful, and it rained heavily. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, lightning and thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down.
The thunder and lightning flashed, and the whole resort swayed and fluttered.
Looking at it, my thoughts drifted and I gradually fell into ...... dream
One of the characteristics of my dreams is that they are very clear and have a plot like a movie. This was especially true of the night's dreams.
The first to enter the dream was a middle-aged woman, standing on a moonlit mountain like water. Dressed in red, with a red cape, a red dress, and even shoes and socks, he rode a pure white tall horse.
The next thing is a high-rise compound with blue bricks and green tiles, and a young woman slowly walked out of the gate.
There is a half-moon-shaped stone platform in front of the compound, and under the stage is a pond full of lotus flowers, lotus leaf fields, and lotus flowers are in full bloom.
The young woman, who walked down the stone steps by the lotus pond, walked to the pier by the river, leaned down, and stroked the clear water. The aquatic plants at the bottom of the river are swaying with the waves.
The long wooden raft went down the river, a handsome and sturdy young man, standing steadily in front of the wooden raft, saw the woman by the river, became excited, and sang a mountain song, the mountain song disturbed the catkins flying in the sky, making the lotus pond become illusory......
On the hidden cliff, a young strong man was lying on his stomach with a gun, and on another cliff, a woman with two guns stood quietly against a green pine.
The next story is a bit more ambiguous.
At the beginning, in a stilted building, a woman took off her cheongsam, changed into the uniform of the Military and People's Party, and sat quietly in front of the bed, and a figure approached little by little with a gun.
After a while, it changed to another scene, on the Shengmei Bridge, it was still the same woman, with a team of students, holding small flags, shouting slogans, and climbing the stone steps. A strong man was tied behind his back and knelt on the stone slab of the bridge. The sword flashed, and the strong man's head rolled down on the stone turtle.
Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged woman, wearing a blue cloth printed shirt, was at the corner of the dark street, using a large guillotine knife, little by little to hold the sweet potato vine.
The camera zooms in, and under the guillotine, there is a pile of sweet potato vine crumbs, mixed with fragments of human limbs ......
Later, in the dream, there was a hidden clubhouse, with the mark of the helm on the wall, and a woman sitting in front of the hall, and the black girl kneeling down.
Strangely, voiceovers will also appear in dreams, eradicating evil and doing the right thing for heaven.
Later, those scenes were a little mixed and blurred, and even a little tangled......
About this dream, a few days later, I went to Longquan Temple in Phoenix Ridge and saw the abbot, and the abbot said that it should be those souls who were born in your body.
This is a later story, so I won't mention it for the time being. Let's go back to the events of the day.
A few rooster crows put an end to the chaos of the latter part of my dream.
I woke up in a trance, had a splitting headache, reached out and tried the temperature of my forehead, it was obviously a little high, and I felt like I had a fever.
The resort is quite intelligent, and as soon as I sat up, the curtains opened automatically.
Outside the window, the rain stopped. The mountains on the opposite side were lit up little by little by the morning light, shining with golden flames.
The bamboo forest has been washed by the rain, and it is green and oily, and it comes alive with the morning light.
The stream roared and rushed, rushed and roared.
A thin layer of smoke rises from the blue-tiled roof.
I enjoy it. The housekeeper Camellia came in by ringing the bell, put stacks of neat clothes on the head of my bed, handed over a cup of ginger tea, and said, This is a secret ginger tea, to get wet and cold.
Camellia said, I see that you have a little cold and fever, and you may be better after drinking this cup of tea.
The tea ginger flavor is very strong, very delicious, just a little hot, I drank it slowly one bite at a time, and sure enough, a warm current slowly rose from the dantian, and the cold was relieved a lot.
Camellia cleaned up the house neatly, and said to me when she went out, your cousin is drinking morning tea in the garden on the top, if it is convenient for you, go up and drink tea together.
I washed up briefly, got dressed and went upstairs.
The morning light renders the plants in the roof garden vivid and rich.
Walk through the unnamed plants and zigzag to the garden**. My cousin was sitting there drinking tea.
When he saw me come in, he quickly asked me to sit down and poured a cup of tea. The introduction said that this is an authentic Longshan Mingqian tea, the best of the first class. The fragrance of the tea blends with the smell of the trees in the garden, and the smell of the mountains is alive.
Camellia brought over a plate of refreshments and said, I'm downstairs, when you need to use it early, use the kitchen downstairs to have Yangjiatan's handmade noodles.
We sat and drank for a while, and my cousin said, "It seems that you are in good health, and you don't catch a cold in the rain."
I explained that when I woke up in the morning, I felt a little feverish, and after drinking ginger tea, it was much better.
While he was drinking tea, the screen next to him suddenly lit up, and a young man appeared on the screen.
The cousin hurriedly greeted him and said, Mr. Zhou is good!
Mr. Zhou on the screen said, Brother Xiao is good!This is Brother Xiao from Beijing, who looks younger and more handsome than I imagined.
The camera adjusts, and my face appears on the screen.
Mr. Zhou said, I am a little confused now, I have some things, and I want to ask Brother Xiao.