In the next two days, Zhang Taiping locked himself in the study in the back room as soon as he was free, entered the space, and made all the fruits on the tree into wine, which Zhang Taiping did not take out and put into the cellar, but dug a big pit in the space, put the wine in it and then buried it, or it would not be long before it became a rare old wine in the world.

The twenty-third day of the lunar month is a small year in the traditional sense, Fan Ming and Xingrushui have no intention of leaving, Zhang Taiping guesses that the two of them may stay here for the New Year. It's good to stay, there is no shortage of houses at home, and there are more people, which is much better than the cold and lonely during the New Year.

Twenty-three and twenty-four is also a sacrificial stove, and this morning someone began to prepare for the second half of the day's sacrificial stove. The last few days of the year also have extraordinary significance, people will always treat it as a rare festive festival, make a sumptuous dinner, and the family will sit together for reunion.

But today Zhang Taiping does not have a sacrificial stove at home, because there is a saying "Zhang Wang Li Zhao twenty-four black sacrificial stove", which may not be regulated in the city, and some areas do not even have a sacrificial stove this small year. But in the countryside of Guanzhong, people follow this saying, and generally the four surnames of "Zhang Wang Li Zhao" will sacrifice to the stove on the 24th night, and Zhang Taiping's family will of course stay on the 24th night.

At noon, Cai Yazhi called Zhang Taiping to the front yard and pointed to the south side of the finger mountain that seemed to be piercing the clouds. Zhang Taiping understood what she meant for the New Year, and invited her grandfather, who lived in the mountains all the year round, to come down to celebrate the New Year together. Zhang Taiping was also thinking about this matter in his heart for the past two days, and when he heard Cai Yazhi's intentions, he immediately went towards Yizhi Mountain.

In winter, there are not many clouds and no rain and fog at noon, and you can see the mountain straight up into the heavens at the bottom of the mountain. The higher you go, the colder the air becomes, and thin ice may appear on the top of the mountain more than 3,000 meters in the Zhongnan Mountains in summer, not to mention that it is still winter, as the altitude increases, it becomes more and more dry and cold, and the snow in the back of the sun and dampness has not even melted in the slightest, but these are not a problem for Zhang Taiping.

The place where the snow still exists on the mountain has been trampled out of a path, which shows that the old man has not stayed on the mountain all the time, but will often go down the mountain to run errands or hunt, but he has never been to his home.

When Zhang Taiping arrived at the top of the mountain, the old man was already waiting in front of the door. There was not the slightest trace of wind under the mountain, but at an altitude of thousands of meters, the wind was like a blade, and the knife was piercing. The old man obviously saw him coming up the mountain, and had been waiting at the door for a long time, and when he saw him coming, he didn't say anything and turned around and entered the house, and Zhang Taiping followed him and went in.

After entering the house, Zhang Taiping did not take off his shoes and put on the kang, but said: "Where is the kettle for boiling hot water?" ”

The old man thought he wanted to boil hot water to warm his body, and said, "Under the board, go and burn it yourself." ”

Zhang Taiping took out the kettle from under the board, filled it with water and placed it on the charcoal stove. But he used the tea brewing method found on the Internet to make a pot of tea, and the tea was filled with a purple clay pot obtained from the stone house in the mountains, and the tea leaves were also old tea picked from the tea trees in front of the stone house.

After cooking, he first poured a cup for the old man. The old man picked up the misty teacup, sniffed it and then took a sip and tasted it, the fragrance was strong, the charm was long, just like tasting the history of hundreds of years, he glanced at Zhang Taiping and said: "The tea is a good tea, and this purple clay pot is also good, but the method of frying this tea after picking it is a little bad spoils the good tea." Another is that your method of making tea not only spoils the tea leaves, but also spoils this purple clay pot. ”

Zhang Taiping smiled awkwardly and said: "I fried this tea myself, and the method of boiling tea was only recently learned, and the kung fu is definitely not in place." I still have some raw tea here that hasn't been fried, or grandpa, you can fry it yourself. As he spoke, Zhang Taiping took out another bag of tea and handed it to the old man sitting cross-legged on the kang.

The old man took the tea leaves in Zhang Taiping's hand, looked at the color and said, "It is indeed the best tea, where did you pick it?" ”

Zhang Taiping said the part of the stone house that could be said: "This is picked from several thousand-year-old tea trees in front of a stone house in the mountains, and this purple clay pot was also obtained from that stone house." Well, I also got a set of knife scores in the stone house. ”

"Stone House? Knife spectrum? The old man frowned and stopped the teacup in his hand.

"Grandpa should know that there is a big reservoir in the mountains, right?"

"Hmm," the old man nodded, "have you been there?" ”

"Yes, a few friends and the old man Qian went together a few days ago, and the stone house was in a cliff valley to the east of the reservoir, and two four seasons laurel trees were planted in the yard in front of the gate, which were thousands of years old in terms of age. There are several tea trees planted in front of the stone house, and at least two hermits have lived in them, one of whom is also a martial arts master, and he has left a sword book. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled the knife out of the space.

The old man was stunned when he read the preface of the book money, Zhang Wufu? He had heard of this name, and it could be regarded as thunderous in a certain field, so he closed the book and didn't look at the content behind it and said: "I didn't expect this person to live in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests of Zhongnan Mountain." ”

Returning the book to Zhang Taiping continued: "It is your blessing to be able to get this sword book and get his inheritance, but in this peaceful era, it seems that it is not very useful to have a knife book." He didn't tell Zhang Wufu's deeds, nor did he ask Zhang Taiping about the stone house, so that Zhang Taiping died of the prepared rhetoric.

"Let's go outside and see how your kung fu goes."

Coming to the open space in front of the house, Zhang Taiping took a posture and played a few sets of sharp and lethal boxing, and calmed down to swing the Tai Chi boxing of the Zhang family. The old man's eyes lit up when he saw Zhang Taiping's Tai Chi, and after Zhang Taiping took a few moves, the old man put down his clothes and jumped into the same posture, ready to make two moves with Zhang Taiping.

Both of them are Tai Chi, of the same ancestry, but Jiang is still old and spicy, although the old man is not as good as Zhang Taiping in strength, but his understanding of the essence of Tai Chi is much deeper than Zhang Taiping.

After a few moves, the old man jumped out of the way, and said with a smile on his face for the first time: "Yes, it's good to be able to practice Tai Chi to this extent." Zhang Taiping's understanding of Tai Chi has reached a realm, although it is not as good as the old man, it is not far away, no wonder the old man rarely praised a few words.

The two entered the house again, sat on the kang and sipped fragrant tea, and the old man asked, "What is the matter with you coming today?" ”

"Hmm" Zhang Taiping pondered the language: "It's almost the New Year, tomorrow will be the twenty-fourth year, and I want to invite my grandfather to go down the mountain to spend the New Year together." After speaking, he looked at the old man.

This time, the old man did not directly scold Zhang Taiping, nor did he rush to refuse, but frowned and thought, as if there was some unsolvable problem.

Zhang Taiping cautiously probed: "Is there any difficulty in grandpa?" ”

The old man glanced at Zhang Taiping, then looked at the direction behind the house through the window, sighed as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Okay, I'll go down the mountain with you, but I'm not sure when I'll come up again, and you won't have to look for me again." ”

It can be seen that the old man is not a person who is desperately determined, and he also wants to live with his grandson and enjoy his family, but for some reason he has been imprisoned on the top of the mountain, he has no idea of saying, Zhang Taiping did not dare to ask more, it is already very good to invite the old man down the mountain, if the old man is angry and changes his mind because of a question, then it is called crying without tears.

The old man didn't have anything to pack, but he just carried the purple clay pot sent by Zhang Taiping in his hand, and it seemed that he still liked this teapot.

The body bones of the 80-year-old are not much better than those of some young people in the city who only know how to stay in front of the computer and do not pay attention to exercise, and even have no better dexterity, and they can go down the mountain as if they were walking on the ground.

In the past six months, the house has changed a lot, the old man just entered the house and found a lot of differences, maybe it is because of the surname, the first thing he observed after entering the house was the layout of the terrain house.

Fan Ming and Xing Rushui were stunned when they saw Zhang Taiping follow the old man in, although the old man was old, but his face did not have the slightest dead air on the old man of this age, but his face was full of red light, plus the gray but not withered hair was coiled into a bun on the head of the Taoist priest on the top of his head, and he was casually inserted into a hairpin cut with bamboo, dressed in a Tang costume, which looked like a fairy wind and bones, and also had the taste of an old fairy in the mountains.

Cai Yazhi and Cai Xiaomei hurriedly stepped forward to greet her, and the old man handed the purple clay pot in his hand to Cai Yazhi and said to this Cai Xiaomei: "I haven't seen you for a few years, my little sister has been so big, it's really a female college eighteen changes." ”

Cai Xiaomei blushed rarely, she understood that the old man remembered herself when she was a child, at that time she would always hang two tubes of snot and play with Zhang Taiping and Cai Yazhi behind, but time flies, so she has become a beautiful big girl in a blink of an eye.

Yaya saw that the old man was also happy to pounce, the old man smiled and hugged the little girl, it can be seen that the old man has no patriarchal concept, and he likes the little girl very much.

Fan Ming and Xing Rushui had long heard from the villagers that the Zhang family had an old man in his eighties who had been living alone in the mountains, how powerful he was, but he only heard his name and didn't see him, so he hurriedly came forward to pay respects. Fan Ming also called grandpa, but his heart was like water but he didn't know what to call it, if the age gap between his uncle was too big, it would be a bit big, what about calling grandpa, where was the seniority between himself and Fan Ming, so he didn't call anything, and bent half of his body to bow and salute.

The old man smiled and nodded at the two, he was a sophisticated shelf, and he could see at a glance that Xingrushui was extraordinary, so he didn't say anything. It's just that his eyes stayed on Fan Ming for a moment and frowned.

After dinner, the old man was arranged in the study in the back room.

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