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The mountain breeze is gradually rising, and the cool, soft and warm sunshine makes my heart more comfortable.

The protruding cliff halfway up the mountain is their final destination, a very exotic attic-style building, immersed in the haze of the clouds and mountains, fluttering like a fairy pavilion Qionglou.

Large, heavy carved glass floor-to-ceiling glass windows completely occupy the walls on all sides, and in the attic, it is as if you are traveling between the North Sea and the cangwu, the clouds are steaming, surging up and down, and the momentum is violent, like a typhoon from the Pacific Ocean, and the savage mountain wind through the glass windows becomes warm and calm.

Zeng Gong invited the three of them to sit down, and began to perform kung fu tea calmly, the rich and elegant aroma became more and more attractive in Zeng Gong's hands-free performance, and the charcoal fire fired with red pine became vigorous in Zeng Gong's incessant teasing, and the expectation was also accumulating his own strength.

"Uncle Chamber, please. ”

Zeng Gong's dazzling movements stopped abruptly, and he poured a small cup of Longyuan Shengxue for a few people like a dragonfly, and gently made an inviting gesture to Qian Yong.

"Good. ”

Qian Yong excitedly picked up his small teacup and sniffed it gently, extremely elegant, extremely gentle, and the aroma hooked the whole body with 48,000 hairs ironed, comfortable, as light as the tea of a mountain spring, and felt even more unusual.

Take a sip,

The aroma, as if born naturally from the taste buds, elegant, simple, direct, gentle, less than one, the eyes are slightly closed, the aftertaste is fine, the non-lingering sound is curling, such as the spring and white snow and the song is high and low, the passage of time is more and more timeless, the taste is wonderful, and over time, bursts out.

After another sip, it seemed to add fuel to the fire, fusion, collision, and redness, Qian Yong's face did not know how many changes he had, as if he was asking the wine to the sky, and it seemed that he could go to the moon for nine days.

"Good tea, the name of Longyuan Shengxue is well deserved. Qian Yong was reluctant to break free from the artistic conception, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Uncle Qian, if you like it, I'll prepare your share when you leave. Zeng Gong said confidently, Longyuan Shengxue follows the ancient etiquette and has its own taste in his heart.

"This..." Qian Yong hesitated.

In a high position, you must lead by example, otherwise Qian Hui started from scratch, and he needs to come to the United States to work hard, and he has spent all his efforts in his own company, and he has worked hard to gradually open up sales channels in the country.

"Uncle Qian, we don't have any interests, this is just the filial piety of your sons and nephews. Zeng Gong looked at Qian Yong strangely, why was it that when a group of entourages were together, they were fighting local tyrants and dividing the fields, and now they have become a lady who wants to refuse and welcome.

Qian Yong frowned and said, "I can see that you don't have much inventory here, I really don't know how to live without this dragon garden in the future." ”

After tasting the Shengxue in Longyuan, the taste of other teas is the same as chewing wax, even if the mother tree Da Hong Pao from Jiulongyao in Wuyi Mountain is nothing more than that, Qian Yong doesn't know if his mouth will be raised in the future, whether he will quit tea.

Zeng Gong couldn't help laughing when he heard this, pointed to the small tea pot in his hand, and said helplessly: "No way, the manufacturing of this Longyuan Shengxue is too complicated, and the selection of tea is extremely harsh, and more tea cannot be made, and the output is not a catty." ”

"Yes, good things are hard to come by. Qian Yong let out a long sigh, it seems that he will be troubled in the future.

What Qian Yong didn't expect was that his troubled days were still to come, when he returned to China, his family was full of friends, and the old days of admiring Longyuan Shengxue were endless, so that Qian Yong covered his tea cans tightly for a period of time, and even had the urge to close the door to thank customers.

The clouds are bursting, the green and dark are vast, the glow is shining, the scenery is good, the tea is close at hand, Qian Yong forgot about the distress for the time being, his eyes flashed, and he kept staring at the purple clay pot in Zeng Gong's hand, always thinking about a little more tea, and the tranquility in his heart had already been thrown out of the clouds.

After three brews, the fragrance of the tea has long been gone, and the purple clay pot that has been ignored by him has begun to emerge, and Qian Yong finally discovered its original brilliance.

For spring pots?

The shape of the spring pot is simple and seiko, gentle and natural, and the quality is pure and solid. Prestigious. The pot of spring is better than gold and jade. Zhou Shu's "Taiyang Hundred Songs": "The heaviest spring pot, a body used for decades, is worth a wat of gold." "There are very few spring pots handed down. In 1923, Chu Nanqiang collected a pot for spring in Suzhou, and the handle of the pot was known as the word "for spring", which was missing a cover, and was later made by Pei Shimin. The spring pot is made of ginkgo tree gall as the body pattern, the shape is unique, and the purple sand color. It is now in the collection of the Beijing History Museum.

Qian Yong stroked the body of the pot with trembling hands, the indescribable excitement in his heart, the simple and heavy pulp carries the vicissitudes of history, the object of the wide open door, the great ingenuity, the gentle and indifferent, hundreds of years of inheritance, this spring pot is glorious and introverted, but it is more warm and natural.

"Xiao Zeng, is this a spring pot?" Qian Yong asked in surprise.

It's not that Qian Yong underestimated Zeng Gong, he could already call him lucky if he could get the huge screen in the living room of the villa, but he didn't expect that he would now use a priceless spring offering pot as a tea-drinking utensil, which made people unaware.

"Hmm. Zeng Gong nodded, and then said.

"This is what I saw when I was visiting a garage stall in Livingston and bought it. ”

Speaking of which, Zeng Gong also felt that he was very lucky, he bought a real spring offering pot for five dollars, and he didn't know how to describe his luck.

Qian Yong also had to sigh when he heard this, but he was more shocked by Zeng Gong's extravagance, not only for the spring pot, but also for the four tea cups made by Chen Mingyuan, painted with the four gentlemen of Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum.

"Xiao Zeng, won't this purple sand teacup made by Chen Mingyuan be together. Qian Yong asked weakly, but no matter how he listened to it, he felt sour.

"Uncle Chamber, you're right, they add up to five dollars. Zeng Gong nodded seriously.

"Five dollars?" Qian Yong looked at Zeng Gong in astonishment, even if the ordinary purple sand ware is more than five dollars now, Qian Yong felt that he was about to explode.

"Maybe it was brought back by the way when the Eight-Nation Coalition was sweeping in China, the family didn't know the goods, the pearl was secretly invested, and it was saved by chance, and the seller didn't know the goods, so I was cheaper. Zeng Gong thought about it and explained lightly.

"Okay. (To be continued.) )