An old man with gray hair standing next to the big boy was stunned the moment the big boy was knocked down, and waited for the pillar to puff twice before coming back to his senses. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Thank you!" As soon as the old man came to his senses, he quickly pulled the big boy up from the ground where he was sitting, reached out and patted the mud on his body, and then thanked Wen Xu loudly.

Wen Xu smiled and replied loudly: "It's okay, it's just that don't be too funny when feeding the deer in the future, as soon as you see them bowing down, you will immediately give them food, or you are going to eat the arch!" ”

Wen Xu said that these things are all in the tour manual of Wenjia Village, and some important things are repeated by special people when they enter the village, but some people just don't take the regulations seriously. It's like this big boy, if you don't listen, you'll be hit, what else is there to say, if you're lucky, you'll be injured, and if you're unlucky, you'll be injured, and it's possible to break bones. However, Wen Xu was not in the mood to preach, anyway, it was not him who was injured, and it was impossible for Wen Xu to pay for his treatment.

"Wen Xu?" The old man looked at Wen Xu's direction for a moment, then walked a few steps forward, put his hand on his forehead and looked in Wen Xu's direction.

Wen Xu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he heard the old man call his name, and took a few steps forward, only to find that the old man was a little familiar, but he couldn't call his name for a while.

"Zhang Xianliang, I'm Zhang Xianliang, where did Boss Xu burn porcelain" The old man immediately raised it to Wen Xu.

As soon as he heard him say this, Wen Xu immediately remembered, the old man burned porcelain and also had a fast number, called burning three fires, the craft is very good, when he was still in Mingzhu before, he saw this old man, and chatted with the old man a few times, so he smiled and said, "You also came?" ”

"Begging for food, but what can I do?" Old man Zhang Xianliang stroked his beard with a smile and said.

At this time, the big boy had already stood up, walked to Zhang Xianliang's side and stopped, looking at Wen Xu curiously with a pair of eyes.

"Is this your old grandson?" Wen Xu looked at the big boy and said with a smile.

As soon as he asked this, the old man was a little embarrassed, and said to Wen Xu: "It's not my grandson, it's my youngest son!" ”

Wen Xu heard it and said in his heart: Ho! You are really old-hearted!

If the big boy is the old man's son, then it should be at least the son in his fifties. And as soon as he saw the old man's expression, Wen Xu guessed that this son's mother must not be about the same age as him, maybe the old man came from some kind of student or something.

"I'm sorry, I guessed wrong"

Mr. Zhang Xianliang's face had returned to normal at this time, and he smiled bitterly: "Get used to it, few have guessed correctly!" ”

After speaking, he looked at Wen Xu and said, "By the way, where do you live?" I've been looking for you since I came here, but when I came, I heard that you were out of the house, and I just made an appointment for a business when I heard you came back, and I couldn't make a hurry to find time. It's a good sign that I would have met an old friend when the new kiln came out today."

"Why don't you go to my house for a seat?" Wen Xu didn't have anything to do, he was looking for something to do, and the old man sent him to the door, so he naturally wanted to take him to the house to talk, not to mention that Wen Xu was still a little interested in porcelain burning.

The old man Zhang Xianliang first looked at his watch, and then said: "Okay, go to your place to recognize the door first, and I will invite you to open a kiln with me later, this is the first kiln I burned in Wenjia Village, I hope it can be as I wish."

"Okay!"

Wen Xu is not happy, I heard that the old man has burned a new kiln, so he must go to see it.

So the two of them walked in front, the big boy and Dongliang followed behind the two, Dongliang didn't care, but the big boy took a look at Dongliang from time to time, such a big boy rarely likes dogs, the big boy looked at Dongliang's eyes as if he was looking at a rare thing, but no matter how bold he was, he didn't dare to reach out and touch the giant dog like a calf.

Wen Xu didn't notice behind him at all, and talked to Old Man Zhang about Mingzhu at that time, so the two talked all the way to the small courtyard of Wen Xu's house.

"Wow! Your small courtyard is the largest in the village, isn't it? As soon as Zhang Xianliang entered the courtyard, he was immediately attracted by the jujube tree in the courtyard, and then saw the big wooden house behind the tree, and then began to look at the yard.

"I guess so, I'm going to splash it!" Wen Xu smiled and led Old Man Zhang into his yard.

"Shall we sit in the courtyard or in the house?" Wen Xu pointed to the couch in the courtyard to Old Man Zhang, and asked at the door of the house.

Old man Zhang smiled: "It's still outside the house on this day, the natural cool breeze is comfortable, and the house is a little stuffy."

At this time, Wenjia Village, unless it is the hottest time, or the shade outside the house is the most comfortable, and the autumn breeze is cool.

Hearing what the old man said, Wen Xu led the father and son, who were fifty years old, to sit on the edge of the couch, and then raised the small charcoal stove by the couch and began to boil water to make tea.

Old man Zhang looked at these complicated tea drinking tools on the couch, and couldn't help but praise: "You still have a high quality of life, burn incense and taste tea, and now you are close to burning incense."

"I'm also drinking blindly, don't look at the tea ceremony tools on the small table, I usually don't use them. What do I usually drink? It's to use that pot to suck it up to your mouth," Qingxu reached out and picked up the small fan by the stove, and gently fanned it against the air inlet of the carbon stove.

Old man Zhang is also a particular person, he must have a little artistic taste for porcelain, or he will sell the things he has sold by hand at a machine price, and he must not lose his pants, where can he get the money to give birth to a young son in his fifties.

I took the tea set in my hand and played for a while, and the old man knew that I didn't care about how the tea was brewed, this forced style was indeed in place, whether it was this set of tea sets or this tray was a first-class good product on the market, especially this set of small pots with eight small cups was from the hands of the deceased contemporary masters.

"Then I'll taste your foolish reputation today!" Old man Zhang smiled and put down the lamp in his hand.

The older boy was a little bored sitting on the couch, grabbing a few nuts and eating them while looking at the yard curiously.

The iron kettle is not large, and it can hold two or three teapots of water at most, so it opens quickly, and after a while, I hear the sound of water boiling, and the spout also spews out white water vapor.

As soon as Wen Xu saw that the water was boiling, he immediately stood up and picked up the teapot to take a look, and found that there was no tea in it, so he added some, and then lifted the iron kettle and poured the water directly into the teapot, placed it in front of Old Man Zhang, and then filled his hand pot with water.

Old man Zhang couldn't help but smile when he saw Wen Xu's actions: "Sure enough, it's a blind drink!" ”

How can there be such a thing as inviting guests to drink tea, directly give the pot to the guests, and you have to come to taste the tea yourself.

Wen Xu didn't care, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of please: "Try it, this tea is produced in the village, and it may not be drunk in other places."

"Fukuzawa Yan?"

Seeing Wen Xu nodded, Old Man Zhang immediately said, "That's really a taste!" ”

As an elegant 'art creator' old man Zhang still has some understanding of the so-called tea, and knows that now the Fuzeyan produced in Wenjia Village has a faint frame of top famous tea, at least now this tea appears on the gift list of some gifts, which proves that this tea is not only of a standard, but also gradually has a forced style. Although it is not as good as the big red robe, but the mother plant of the big red robe is forbidden to be picked, and the big red robe that is drunk now? Where is more expensive than Shangfuze Yanjin.

Old man Zhang not only said it, but also opened the shelf, and directly took the warm small table to play the tea ceremony.

Old man Zhang's skills are very skilled, Wen Xu looks very dizzy, after a while of dazzle, old man Zhang held up a cup of tea with both hands and put it in front of Wen Xu, made a gesture of please and said solemnly.

Wen Xu was about to pick up his handpot and take a sip, looking at the old man's serious style, he had to stop, and then after saying thank you, he picked up the small teacup and took a small sip gently.

After taking this small bite, Wen Xu smacked his mouth and suddenly tasted a little taste, which seemed to be a little different from his own small pot sucking, the tea fragrance was more elegant, and the aftertaste seemed to be more mellow, in short, Wen Xu felt that it was better than his own purple sand pot.

So Wen Xu stretched out his thumbs up to the old man and gave him a big thumbs up: "The craftsmanship is better than mine!" ”

At this time, Old Man Zhang motioned to his youngest son to sit down, and then poured him a cup as well: "Taste carefully, you must know that this is a good tea, and people in other places are reluctant to take this tea to treat our grandfather!" ”

The big boy is also a serious one, which actually makes Wen Xu look a little bookish, and he lost the stupidity of teasing the deer just now, with a little elegance, he reached out and gently pinched the cup, held the bottom of the cup with the tip of his other finger, and tasted it gently, and then drank a small sip, and finally drank it all.

"It's good tea," said the older boy.

"Drink more good tea!" Wen Xu smiled and put the small box containing tea leaves on the coffee table in front of Master Zhang: "If there are more, I will give you a little more, if you don't dislike this, you can take it back and make a pot of tea after eating and drink it slowly!" ”

The small wooden box of warm tea leaves is not large, but it is exquisite, and the amount of each box is not much, it is almost a small handful. Although the amount is less, not only has it not dropped the force, but it has also risen a lot. After a lot of things are forced to be high, you fill a big water cup with a gift to give it away, and people think that this thing is definitely not as good as they say, and they can't help but look down on it in their hearts.

But just sending such a small discard, and drinking a little, is often more humane than you send a big box, especially between this kind of friends.

Having said that, it's not the first time Wen Xu has done this, there is one of the most powerful Fuzeyan tea trees in the world in his space, and it is estimated that a small stick and a small handful can be sent to the earth and explode. But others don't know, this tea itself is expensive, the old plant is sold by the gram, although a small handful is still drunk, but people will feel that they have the face of the boss when they take it.

Old man Zhang excused himself twice, but after all, he was not too warm, so he had to put the small wooden box in his hand, meaning that he accepted it.

After chatting for a while, waiting for the tea to run out, Old Man Zhang said that he wanted to visit Wen Xu's home, since the guests were interested, then Wen Xu naturally led the guests into the house, and looked upstairs and downstairs.

Old man Zhang has nothing to say, it is nothing more than a compliment, and his youngest son is quite engaged in looking left and right with a pair of big eyes.

After visiting Wen Xu's family, the old man invited Wen Xu to see him to see the first kiln porcelain produced in Wenjia Village, so Wen Xu closed the door and threw the pillars at home to look after the family, and he followed the old man towards the porcelain kiln.

As the old man left the village and crossed the bridge, Wen Xu realized that the old man's kiln was not outside, but in a large room, which was a big metal box, a bit like a single-door refrigerator, about three meters square.

This is an electric stove, and now very few people use firewood to burn porcelain, because the temperature of the firewood is not easy to control, and the electric stove is much simpler and more convenient than the wood stove. Anyway, in a word, the electric stove is convenient and easy to use!

The old man also deliberately asked Wen Xu to stand in front of the electric stove: "You come and turn it on!" ”

Wen Xu took a look at it, stretched out his hand and pulled it, and immediately felt that this door was thick enough and it was very difficult, and it took enough strength to open the door.

When I opened it, it was full of plain porcelain, which was completely different from the purple and red in Wen Xu's imagination, and I couldn't help but be disappointed.