Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 71 Dragon and Phoenix Tea (4)

Zhong Weiwei helplessly divided the squeezed tea leaves into balls, put them in a clay basin, and pounded them slowly with a wooden pestle as thick as a child's arm.

A ball of the best tea, from the beginning to the successful grinding, needs to add water sixteen times, and each time you have to wait until the added water is completely ground before adding water.

She did it patiently and meticulously, her palms were full of fine bubbles and she didn't want to stop.

Ge Xiangjun brought someone to help her, and said distressedly: "If you continue like this, your hands will be useless. You just need to focus on when to add water and when the tea is ready. Let others do the hard work."

Zhong Weiwei couldn't even lift his arms, so he sat down sullenly and watched the palace servants pound and grind the tea.

Sitting beside her, Ge Xiangjun asked her in a low voice: "Didn't the late emperor specially pick out a few skilled people to make tea for you when he was alive? Where are the people? Why don't you ask them to come together?"

Zhong Weiwei smiled wryly: "You forgot, the late emperor fell ill this spring, and Wan'an Palace said that he drank too much tea soup, and they were not allowed to make tea, and drove away all the people. I don't know where they are now. How do you call someone?"

Ge Xiangjun followed her and sighed: "I beg Your Majesty, please beg Your Majesty."

"There's not much tea this time, let's talk about it next time." Zhong Weiwei frowned.

She offended Chonghua again, so it's fine if Chonghua doesn't scold and embarrass her, how can he give her any help?Get over it if you can.

Researching tea takes the most time, and it is already night after the research is completed.

Zhong Weiwei picked up the ground tea ball and kneaded it like kneading dough. After confirming that it was even and fine, he put the tea ball into a silver mold to press it.

The last step is baking. Zhong Wei only has the exclusive baking secret method handed down from his ancestors, so he refuses to ask for help.

Because it was late at night, no one came to disturb her.

Tianfu didn't know how to light a fire, and made the fire big and small, Zhong Weiwei simply drove her away, and rolled up his sleeves by himself.

However, it is inevitable to be in a hurry to burn the fire, pass the water and roast the tea.

When I was sweating profusely from work, the door of the small kitchen was pushed open with a creak.

Chonghua came in with a cold expression, without saying a word, he squatted down and took over the bellows to light the fire.

Zhong Weiwei didn't expect him to come again, and it was like this when he appeared on the stage, wearing a dragon robe and pulling a bellows to light a fire for her, it was a very strange scene.

"Do you want to confuse the tea? If you confuse, you will use your salary next year to compensate me."

Chonghua glared over fiercely, Zhong Weiwei quickly jumped up and concentrated on dealing with the tea cake.

Her tea making method has never been hidden from Chonghua.

He used to be her best tea-making partner. They cooperated with each other tacitly, and they only needed to look at each other to know what each other meant.

The fragrance of tea is getting stronger, the sky is getting whiter, Chonghua puts out the fire, gets up and leaves.

"Your Majesty..." Zhong Weiwei couldn't help but stop him, trying to persuade him to stop doing things during the day and get a good night's sleep.

She herself stayed up for two days and two nights to make tea, with only one or two hours of rest in between. Chonghua also stayed with her for two days, and had to deal with government affairs during the day, so he must be sleepy too.

Chonghua said arrogantly: "Don't be sentimental, I just hope to make the best use of what you have, so that you can practice your tea skills well, and maybe one day you can defeat Mei Xun, and you will be ashamed. After all, Li Guo relies on tea for food. "

Well, let's be affectionate and make the best use of everything.

Zhong Weiwei lowered his eyes and said softly: "I just want to tell your majesty that when the late emperor was alive, he had carefully selected a group of skilled tea-making workers. In the spring, the late emperor fell ill, and the empress dowager sent them all away. .

If His Majesty wants to defeat Dongling, it is better to bring these people back to help his ministers, so that His Majesty does not have to fight in person. You are the Son of Heaven, and this kind of crude work is not suitable for you. "

Chonghua sneered: "Zhong Weiwei, you are really bold. Some people like to make tea, some people like to drink tea, some people like famous knives, some people like calligraphy and painting, I like to make tea and drink tea, what do you want?"

After saying that, he snorted coldly and walked away.

Zhong Weiwei hurriedly said: "Otherwise, it's the same if you return Xiaotang to the minister."

Chonghua's back was indifferent and firm, and she didn't know whether he listened or not.

Not long after, there was a crisp sound of whips, and Zhong Weiwei looked out through the crack of the window, and saw Chonghua sitting on a high dragon chariot, with a dull and indifferent expression, unattainable.

It seemed that Chonghua who squatted in front of the stove to help her pull the bellows, light the fire, carry the pot, and carry the water was her dream.

At dawn, Zhong Weiwei packed up the tea cakes, baked them with smoke and colored them, and fanned them wildly with a fan.

When the last fan fell, she fell back, lying in Tianfu's arms and humming: "I can't do it, I can't do it, take me back to the room quickly, I want to sleep."

Seeing that her face was pale, Tian Fu shouted loudly in fright, Li Anren led people to wait outside, came in when he heard the sound, and directed people to carry Zhong Weiwei back to the room.

Zhong Weiwei's eyelids were as heavy as a thousand catties. Before she fell asleep, she only heard Li Anren ask in a daze: "Doctor, how is her pulse?"

The imperial doctor came very quickly, she came right after she fell down, Chonghua must have expected it, she really made the best use of everything, why is this body getting worse and worse?
Zhong Weiwei sighed and fell asleep.

She was too tired, even when she fell asleep, she couldn't sleep peacefully. She always dreamed, and what she dreamed was the past.

She dreamed that her adoptive father died, Zhong Mao fell ill, and urgently needed Tianyuan Pill. She couldn't find Chonghua, so she could only ask her teacher's mother.

The teacher's wife told her with a gloomy face: "Is the Tianyuan Pill so good? The few that your adoptive father saved back then were all given to your siblings, which made him sick but couldn't find the medicine. That's why he died like this." morning."

Elder Sister Zhong Xinran sat aside, and gently persuaded the teacher's wife: "Don't blame her, Auntie, she has nothing to do, she can't just watch Zhong Miao die, can she?
Didn't you find out that Mr. Wen has one in his family last time?Let's beg him, buy it for him at a high price, and ask him to save Zhong Mao's life. "

The teacher's wife sneered: "Have you forgotten how much money the Wen family needs to sell? You may not be willing to sell even 3 taels. Your father only left the books on the first floor. How much money do our orphans and widows have? Do you want to get married?" ? Do I still have to live?"

Zhong Mao twitched into a ball in her arms, and every time he twitched, she felt heart-piercing pain.

She begged her teacher bitterly: "Master, I can make tea. They all say that the tea I make is very good. I can sell it for money. I will give you a pension until the end of my life. I earn money to make a dowry for the elder sister. Please help me." Zhong Mao, he is so pitiful."

The teacher's wife looked at her coldly and boredly: "I'm not a hard-hearted person, it's not impossible for me to save Zhong Mao, but you have to promise me one condition."

At that time, she was willing to kill her even if it was her life, and nodded hurriedly: "You say."

(End of this chapter)