Lu Liu studied day and night in the small courtyard, did not think about tea and rice, reversed day and night, and when he was hungry, his family would send him a day's food, and when he was sleepy, he would fall into bed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info tossed for a month, he has a more in-depth understanding of the roasted tea techniques recorded in the book, but after the actual operation, the new tea fried is not as magical as the book recorded, and even the tea he fried according to his own process is not as good. Is it because this ancient method is far inferior to the improved technology that has been handed down? Or is the current tea tree far inferior to the quality of tea produced in ancient times? Or maybe I have not yet grasped the true meaning of it?

With these questions, Lu Liu simply lay in bed all day and meditated, repeatedly scrutinizing every sentence and word in the ancient book. Thinking about it, I pillowed this book and fell asleep.

Lu Liu had a dream, a dream that was extremely real. In the dream, he was still stir-frying tea in his small courtyard, but he spread the freshly picked tea in a basket to dry, and there was an old man in ancient clothes next to him, who gave him instructions on the selection, storage, and handling of buds, which were different from his usual methods. When he began to pour the tea leaves into the pot and began to fry the green, another old man, who was different from the previous one in terms of clothing and appearance, came to him at some point, and seemed to be telling him about the choice of firewood, the use of pots, and the control of heat.

And he began to enter the stage of gathering leaves into a clump and kneading to show his strength, and someone would tell him about the strength of his hands, the way of kneading, and the control of time, so that what kind of pot to use in the baking stage, what kind of lid to use, are very particular, and there is an old man in the dream, with a childish face and strong spirits, he was pulled into the tea garden and told him how to plant tea trees, how to make the same tea trees, planted in different positions, and the fruit trees next to each other are different, and the aroma obtained is also very different.

Lu Liu in the dream was drunk and infatuated, as if he was in the fairy cave mansion, but before he knew it, the rooster reported that he also woke up. But when he woke up, he found that he only had a faint impression of what the old man taught him in the dream, but he couldn't remember the details of the operation at all. He was in a hurry, but the more anxious he was, the more empty his brain became.

In the end, Lu Liu still thought of a way, he immediately called his daughter-in-law up the mountain, begging her to stay by his side at night after he fell asleep, and wrote down all the dream words when he dreamed, and he himself also silently recited in his heart, when dreaming, if those old people can tell him again, he must repeat it loudly, and if he doesn't understand, he must ask.

Lu Liu's daughter-in-law was virtuous, without the slightest blame or suspicion, and was stunned for two or three days in a row, staying up late every night to stay by Lu Liu's side with ancient books, and wrote down all his dream words. Three days later, Lu Liu looked at his daughter-in-law's dream and asked for advice, and immediately remembered every detail in the dream, and suddenly felt empowered, and the layer of window paper was finally pierced.

Lu Liu combined the techniques taught by the old people and made bold improvements to his own roasted tea process. First, the tea tree and many special fruit trees, such as peach trees, grapefruit trees, bayberry trees are interplanted together to nourish the taste, the second is to replace the three iron pots used in three different processes when roasting tea with three different materials such as iron pots, pottery pots and stone pots, in order to better control the different temperatures in the pot, the third is to strictly use fruit wood as fuel for baking, with the fragrance of fruit trees, to set off the fragrance of tea, and fourth, the fresh tea leaves before roasting tea stop for one or two hours in a ventilated and cool ice cellar, so that every pore of the leaves is naturally stretched.

Lu Liu's improvement is far more than what he told me at the time, such as the kneading technique, the control of the heat, etc., but also the unspeakable technology, in short, Lu Liu feels that what this dream tells him is that every piece of tea is alive, even in the wok, even if it has lost its moisture, the same is true, how the roasted tea person treats it, the tea will return the roasted tea man with the same taste. And the technique of roasting tea, to put it bluntly, is to reflect the respect for tea and respect for life in every link.

I very much agree with his point of view, I think this may be the layer of window paper that Lu Liu has been trying to break. After that, Lu Liu's ancient method of roasting tea has ancient rhyme and innovation, such as the source of water, endless. The new Biluo tea he fried every year has also become a priceless high-quality. And Lu Liu called this tea Green Dream Collection, which can be regarded as a commemoration of this adventure.

After I finished telling this story, the charcoal in the hot pot was burned out, and no one touched it anymore, a bottle of fifteen-year-old Wuliangye, a few of us only drank most of the bottle, it was unimaginable for me and Cao Team to be such a wine putty, but we really wanted to forget about the wine. The tea was changed twice, and everyone was still drunk, and the more they tasted, the more they felt that their lips and teeth were fragrant, and their feelings were deep.

Team Cao slapped his thigh and said: "Lao Chang, I have drunk tea for nothing in the past few decades, I don't understand the mystery of this ancient tea method, I don't know the hard work of roasting tea, and I am ashamed of Lu Liu, a craftsman who roasts tea." ”

I also laughed and said to him: "I have only met Lu Liu twice, maybe it's fate, he sends me half a catty every year, you may not believe it, Lu Liu is still a master of Taijiquan." ”

"Maybe it's because the craft of roasting tea is too physically demanding, and he probably practices martial arts to have a good body. Zeng Qian held the teacup, looked at the slowly rising white smoke, and answered.

"Xiao Zeng, you are half right, Lu Liu has a kneading process in the fried tea, the most kung fu, the kneading is heavy, the leaves are easy to stick together, there will be a lot of damage, the appearance is not stretched, the aroma can not be fully dispersed, kneading is light, the white hao on the leaves will not stand upright, the aroma in the leaves can not be mixed with the heat, the tea will lose its quiet artistic conception, and Tai Chi is the yin and yang, the peak of martial arts with both rigidity and softness, using it to fry tea is naturally the ultimate technique, don't forget, Lu Liu is using his hands to stir tea in a wok of hundreds of degrees。 I saw that they were all there in amazement, and I continued.

"Chinese culture speaks of a Taoist word, all walks of life, all kinds of laws also originate from this Taoist word, the Tao in martial arts is the complementarity of yin and yang, the Tao in the tea ceremony, but also from a small piece of tea, experience the infinite changes of heaven and earth, as well as the way of Chinese cooking, emphasizing the dialectical relationship between ingredients and fire, Chinese medicine is even more so, the human body is regarded as a miniature universe where yin and yang intersect and the five elements are born together. The so-called different paths lead to the same end, and this is the truth that we have to work together to solve all kinds of puzzles. Xiao Zeng, you said before, ear movement in dreams is a kind of auditory hallucination, I don't agree, any table, there is a inside, any effect, there must be a cause, if you attribute unknown phenomena to hallucinations, then the whole world is not real?"

Zeng Qian nodded heavily, and before he could speak, Liao Huansheng suddenly spoke. "Chang, sometimes I also feel that the biggest deficiency of our generation is the separation from traditional Chinese culture and classical Chinese philosophy. You're right, you have to solve all kinds of confusion, in fact, I have always had a puzzle in my heart, I don't know if everyone is willing to listen to me?"

Team Cao, who was sitting across from me, squeezed his eyes at me, and I knew that I was going to enter the theme of today's dinner. The autumn night is a little cooler, and the noise in the alley is gradually fading away. Beijing's unique night, full of vicissitudes of life, with silence to read a poem of memory. Simply, I let everyone into the room, sat down on the sofa, found my comfortable position, and began to listen to Liao Huansheng tell his own shocking story.

"Chang, in fact, I'm a very ordinary person, not so motivated, and I don't have many obsessive things, it stands to reason that I won't bump into anything weird, but I really encounter it, especially when it starts to change your life, change your mind, and even control your mind, this is the beginning of fear. ”

Liao Huansheng is not a storyteller, a wonderful story, in his mouth, because of his calm tone, lack of expressiveness in language, somewhat a bit of a teacher's habit of reading from the book, and become very bland, even a little dry. But when he cut off the branches of what happened to him, leaving only the main trunk naked in front of us, it is still shocking enough.

Liao Huansheng is a native of Anyang, Henan Province, and his hometown is dozens of kilometers away from Anyang City, which is a relatively remote and quiet village, but his life is extremely poor. Liao Huansheng's mother died early, he has only one elder brother in the family, eight years older than him, his father has been responsible for all the farm work in the family since he was a child, and he was basically raised by his elder brother.

Liao Huan grew up in poverty, since he was a child, determined to get out of this small village, hard work, coupled with the talent of mathematics, physics and chemistry, excellent grades, with the help of his father and brother smashed pots and sold iron, he was admitted to Tsinghua University, and then successfully stayed in Beijing as a teacher. But behind such an inspirational story, it was his brother who died of tuberculosis before he was thirty years old, he wanted to settle down in Beijing, have some savings, and bring his father to Beijing to enjoy a few days of happiness, but he didn't expect that after a few years of struggle, what he was waiting for was the news of his father's sudden death, and in an instant he had no relatives, which was a huge blow to Liao Huansheng.

Liao Huansheng returned home to take care of his father's funeral, and the family was poor, so he gave all the valuable things to the neighbors around him to thank them for taking care of his father. But in the bed where his father slept, Liao Huansheng saw a familiar pottery pillow. This pottery pillow Liao Huansheng remembered that when he was a child, his father dug it out in his own field, the texture was very rough, and some deep carved lines outlined some plant patterns, the pottery pillow was just coarsely hung with some green glaze, and the bottom was completely the true color of clay, and Liao Huansheng saw Tang Sancai in the history textbook is the same color, but there are traces of burnt on both sides of the pottery pillow, which looks like it should be an antiquity.

Liao Huansheng's father always felt that this pottery pillow was a treasure, so he kept it by his side, but he didn't expect that he had been sleeping with him all these years. Maybe it's because he sees things and thinks about people, Liao Huansheng only took this pillow with him, returned to Beijing, and never returned to that small village again.

(The predicate of the Mandate of Heaven is sexuality; the predicate of the Tao of spontaneity is the Tao; the predicate of the Tao of cultivation is teaching.) Those who are in the Tao do not need to leave in a moment, and they can leave without the Tao. Therefore, a gentleman is cautious of what he does not see, and fearful of what he does not hear. Don't see it, don't see it. Therefore, the gentleman is cautious. Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness have not yet occurred, and they are in the middle. It is said to be the sum of the middle sections. Those who are in the middle are also the great capital of the world. Those who are harmonious are also the way of the world. To neutralize, heaven is in the ascendancy, and all things are nurtured. --"The Mean") (To be continued.) )