"Come, sit down first, Xiao Fang, what kind of tea do you drink? Green tea or Tieguanyin? I still have the top red robe here, do you want to try it?"

After bringing Fang Yi and the fat man into the office, Zhao Hongtao asked, in addition to liking literary games, he also has a hobby of tasting tea, so in the bookcase behind the desk, there is also a lot of tea.

"Brother Zhao, is it the big red robe picked from those mother trees in Wuyi Mountain?"

After hearing Zhao Hongtao's words, Fang Yi's eyes couldn't help but light up, although the tea he drank in the mountains was all fried from wild tea trees, but the old Taoist priest was a tea lover, and when Fang Yi was seven or eight years old, he asked him to recite Lu Yu's "Book of Tea", and even explained to him the difference between tea leaves in various places.

However, although Fang Yi knew a lot of theoretical knowledge about tea, the best tea he had ever drunk was the West Lake Longjing that he had drunk in the Manchu army's house in the past few days, not to mention the Wuyi Da Hong Pao, which was highly respected by his master.

"You kid, this mouth is quite bite, where can I find that kind of tea for you?"

Zhao Hongtao was stunned by Fang Yi's words, and then smiled bitterly, Wuyi Da Hong Pao is a strange thing in China's tea garden, known as the "champion of tea", the king of rock tea, can be called a national treasure, known as the "Wuyi Tea King".

The mother trees that Fang Yi said are the only 4 thousand-year-old tea trees on the steep cliff of Jiulong Cave in Wuyi Mountain, with scarce yields and are regarded as rare treasures.

Zhao Hongtao is a tea lover, he once went on a business trip and even went to Jiulongyao, trying to find an opportunity to ask for some tea, who knew that when there were still dozens of meters away from the mother trees, he was stopped by the armed police standing guard, and he could only look at it from a distance.

"Oh, it's not the tea leaves on the mother tree......"

Fang Yi was a little disappointed when he heard this, his master had secretly picked the tea leaves on those mother trees when he was young, and kept telling Fang Yi that it was the best tea he had ever drunk in his life, so Fang Yi was particularly impressed.

"You think that thing can be bought with money?" Zhao Hongtao glared at Fang Yi angrily, not to mention that the tea leaves on the mother trees could not be bought with money, even if they could be bought, it was estimated that the price was sky-high, and he Zhao Hongtao could not afford it.

"Let your kid taste my good tea......" Zhao Hongtao, who originally planned to take some ordinary tea to deal with Fang Yi, was said by Fang Yi, but took out his own inventory.

"Fang Yi, this tea is 581 catties, you taste it first, if you can't say a good one, Brother Zhao, I can't spare you......"

Since he is a tea lover, Zhao Hongtao's tea sets here are naturally complete, and after taking out the top set of tea sets, Zhao Hongtao used the skills of kung fu tea to brew a big red robe for a tea bowl.

"Hey, Brother Zhao, what about mine?" Seeing that Zhao Hongtao only made a bowl of tea, the fat man couldn't help but be anxious, he was thirsty just after eating, and he didn't think that this tea was not his share.

"I have tea on my desk, you can make it yourself......"

Zhao Hongtao waved his hand casually, what are you kidding, except for the top tea he treasured once, even the current curator had never drunk it, if he hadn't been stimulated by Fang Yi's words just now, Zhao Hongtao wouldn't have taken it out at all.

"Okay, I'll make it myself" It doesn't matter what kind ......of tea the fat man drinks, just mix the top big red robe with a few yuan a pound of cheap tea for him to drink, and the fat man probably can't drink any difference.

"Xiao Fang, how is it?" After pouring tea for Fang Yi with skillful skills, Zhao Hongtao opened his mouth and said, with a smug look on his face.

"Brother Zhao's good craftsmanship, this 'high rushing, low pouring, foaming, and drenching' techniques have all come out......" After Zhao Hongtao made tea, Fang Yi did not rush to pick up the tea bowl, but gave Zhao Hongtao a thumbs up, although he also knew this, but he couldn't be so skilled as Zhao Hongtao.

"Hey, you kid really know tea?" After hearing Fang Yi's words, Zhao Hongtao couldn't help but look at him differently, this was because what Fang Yi said was the terms in making tea, not that the old tea customers didn't understand the meaning at all.

"Hehe, just a little bit of understanding......"

Fang Yi smiled, pressed the edge of the cup with his right index finger and thumb, pressed the bottom of the cup with his middle finger, and brought the tea bowl to his mouth, but Fang Yi didn't drink it, but now sniffed the tea with the end of his nose.

"It's kind of interesting, who taught you this?"

Seeing Fang Yi's actions, the surprise in Zhao Hongtao's eyes became stronger and stronger, and the fat man next to him was confused, but Zhao Hongtao knew that Fang Yi's action of picking up the tea bowl was jokingly called "Three Dragons Guarding Ding" by the old tea guests.

"There's nothing to do in the mountains, I often drink tea with my master,......" Fang Yi replied with a smile, and then brought the tea bowl to his mouth and took a sip.

"How is it?" Zhao Hongtao stared at Fang Yi tightly, wanting to hear Fang Yi's comments on this tea, and before he knew it, Zhao Hongtao was already a person who understood tea as Fang Yi on an equal footing with himself.

"Good tea, although I haven't drunk the big red robe on the mother tree, this tea should be not far off......"

After Fang Yi praised it, he took another sip before putting the tea bowl on the coffee table, and said: "Grinding white jade, weaving red yarn, frying astragalus color, tactfully curling dust flowers, the front and back sentences are not appropriate, I will use these four sentences to comment on this tea......"

"You kid even know Yuanzhen's poems?"

Hearing Fang Yi's words, Zhao Hongtao's jaw was almost closed, he knew that those words came from Yuan Zhen's "One to Seven Character Poems and Tea", which were not widely circulated in the poems of praise for tea, but he didn't expect Fang Yi to be able to recite them.

"Fang Yi, you really haven't been to school?"

Zhao Hongtao couldn't help but ask, not to mention anything else, that is, some graduate students who study ancient literature may not be able to recite this poem by Yuan Zhen, just from this point of view, Fang Yi's ancient literature foundation is very deep.

"No, but I have read a lot of books, many of which are rare books...... "At this time, Fang Yi felt a little emotional in his heart, thinking that the many books that the master had collected before were finally given away by the master, Fang Yi couldn't help but feel distressed.

For as long as he could remember, Fang Yi remembered that the old Taoist priest's room was full of books, and according to the master, these books were collected by him from some large families during the years of turmoil under the mountain, which could be regarded as a kind of protection for them.

At that time, Fang Yi didn't understand Master's words, but when he grew up and learned about the chaotic situation of those ten years, Fang Yicai knew that if Master didn't bring these books up the mountain, I was afraid that these precious classics would be burned, and not even a single piece of paper would be burned.

It's just that when Fang Yi was twelve years old and almost memorized all the contents of those books, one day he came back from playing in the mountains, but found that there were many people in the Taoist temple, including Taoist priests and ordinary people, who packed all the books of the master and took them away.

Afterwards, Fang Yi once asked the master where the books went, and the old Taoist priest said that all of them were given to people, according to him, books are for learning, not for collection, as long as they are kept in mind, they will always be their own.

"Your master is a real master!"

Hearing Fang Yi tell the story of the old Taoist priest, Zhao Hongtao sighed, he was a person who came over in that era, and naturally knew how crazy people were at that time, even the tomb of Kong Lao Er was almost blown up, not to mention how many precious cultural relics, calligraphy, paintings and rare books were burned.

"What a master, just a sloppy Taoist priest......"

The fat man who couldn't interject next to him heard Zhao Hongtao praise the old Taoist, but he couldn't help but say a word, he has lived in the Taoist temple since he was a child, and the biggest feeling for the old Taoist priest is sloppy and unkempt, and there is the chatter of the gods, Fang Yi's nickname of the little god stick, which came from the old Taoist.

"What do you know......"

Zhao Hongtao shook his head, he now knows why the teacher values Fang Yi so much, this kid's historical skills are not to mention some graduate students, even he may not be able to compare with him, as long as he is slightly guided, if he wants to enter the antique industry, it is basically a matter of course.

"Fang Yi, in the future, the tea leaves in my office, except for this, you can drink the rest casually......"

When he met someone who knew tea, Zhao Hongtao was not stingy, of course, the 581 catties of tea could not be let Fang Yi let go of it, this thing was like the ancient Pu'er tea treasured by the Forbidden City, and he didn't buy it after drinking it.

"Thank you, Brother Zhao, I don't drink tea, I only taste tea......"

Fang Yi's words Zhao Hongtao smiled, this is what people who understand tea should say, like a fat man, a person who pours boiling water into a big teacup to make a big cup of tea is simply a cow chewing peonies, and Zhao Hongtao is a waste of ten yuan a pound of tea.

"By the way, there's one more thing ......"

Zhao Hongtao took out a card from the drawer of his desk and said, "Fang Yi, there is a canteen in the museum, the teacher asked me to get a meal card for a few of you, you can just come over to eat at noon in the future, the outside is not very hygienic......

"Brother Zhao, what's so embarrassing, let's just have a quick snack outside......

Seeing that Zhao Hongtao and the teacher were so thoughtful, Fang Yi was also moved, except for his master who raised himself like a sheep in this world, no one had ever had such a relationship with Fang Yi.

"Master accepted you as a disciple, we are a family...... Zhao Hongtao pushed the meal card in front of Fang Yi, and said with a smile: "Your brother Zhao is also poor, there are only three hundred yuan in it, go back and charge it in the canteen yourself, just eat as much as you want......

The matter of the meal card was indeed explained by Sun Lao to Zhao Hongtao, he knew that Brother Fang Yi would definitely not have time to cook if he wanted to set up a stall at noon, and the meals outside were definitely not as cheap and hygienic as the canteen in their hall, and Sun Lao was really not ordinary about Fang Yi's disciple.

"Brother Zhao, then thank you and the teacher......"

Fang Yi stood up and bowed respectfully to Zhao Hongtao, he was not for this meal card and those hundreds of yuan, but to thank Zhao Hongtao and the teacher for their heartfelt love for him.