Xie Xiaoman was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then he knew what Xue Zicheng meant.

In order to make the soldiers understand what she meant, she sketched the structure of the stretcher in a three-dimensional way, divided into several angles and cross-sections.

Chinese painting has paid attention to lines since ancient times, unlike Western paintings, which like to study the changes of light and shadow, so there is very little grasp of three-dimensional three-dimensionality, even if a simple three-dimensional painting is put in front of Xue Zicheng, it will be shocking.

Of course, from the perspective of painting, there is no difference between who is high and who is low, but the emphasis is different, and everyone's understanding of aesthetics is different, and so on.

However, in today's generation, if someone who studies Chinese painting travels over, I am afraid that they will be extremely excited. Not to mention anything else, just talking about Gu Kaizhi and Wu Daozi, it is not uncommon in this era.

This has always been the case with art, and the more chaotic and dim the age, the more brilliant people's artistic attainments will be. The poet is fortunate for the country's misfortune, and that's probably it.

Xie Xiaoman thought about whether there were any of these, and casually drew the structure of the stretcher, explaining: "This is not a difficult thing in the first place, it is actually very simple. Also, I can only draw these simple things, and I can't do it if I get complicated. ”

Waiting for the picture to dry, Xie Xiaoman held a pen in his hand, wanting to find a pen wash to wash the ink, but found that there was no pen wash around.

"The things prepared on the ship are rough, give them to me first, and I'll let them wash them." Xue Zicheng took the pen over, and saw that the drawings were almost dry, so he picked them up together. I went out and found a soldier and gave a few words, and then walked back again.

At this time, Xie Xuan also returned to the room with the tea.

"Youngness. If you come back one step earlier, you can see your sister's sweeping brushwork. Xue Zicheng said.

"Huh?" Xie Xuan didn't know why.

Xue Zicheng roughly explained Fang Cai's drawings, and exclaimed: "Your sister is indeed a genius, and it is just that she has such attainments in cultivation, and she has to be with the world in poetry and painting, so you don't let others live?" Your Chenjun Xie clan is really extraordinary, all of them are men and women. They are all geniuses who have not been born for hundreds of years, which is really envious. ”

Xie Xuan listened to Xue Zicheng's praise, and naturally he was also happy for Xie Xiaoman. It's just that the words involve himself, and he can't help blushing a little, so he said modestly: "Lord Xue is really ridiculous, where do I have such talent?" It's just a few words of praise on the face of my father and uncle. It can't be true. ”

Xue Zicheng smiled again and said a few polite words. At this time, he looked at Xie Xiaoman, obviously waiting for her modesty.

Where would Xie Xiaoman waste words on this kind of mutual sycophancy, at this time, when he saw Xue Zicheng looking over, he nodded and said, "I also think I am quite powerful, no need to boast." ”

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Xue Zicheng and Xie Xuan became very interesting.

Xie Xiaoman shrugged his shoulders and didn't care about them, only took the small tea bag in Xie Xuan's hand. Carefully unfolded, he asked, "How do you drink this tea?" Boiling tea or brewing? ”

Tea is such a thing. Although it has become a drink for Chinese since a long time, the brewing method that really formed a thousand years later was gradually formed in the middle and late Qing Dynasty. Although during the Tang Dynasty, Lu Yu had already written the "Book of Tea", but until the time of Kangxi Qianlong, the emperor still drank brick tea, which was incomparable with the things of later generations.

Of course, there is one thing that is naturally much better than the afterlife, and that is that there are absolutely no pesticides!

After today's tea leaves are picked, there is no step to roast the tea, basically it is to pick and drink directly. Unless it needs to be transported or stored, the tea will be dried and sealed.

As for the aroma, it has already gradually evaporated when it is first picked, and even if it is used to boil it, there is not much aroma left.

So during the Song Dynasty, boiling tea was more like making soup. In addition to the tea itself, there are many other things that are added to the tea, such as salty salt and peppercorns, which is also very interesting.

In Xie Xiaoman's view, the way of drinking tea in the Song Dynasty is actually similar to that of Westerners. It's just that the West adds sugar and milk.

Of course, although the form and method of drinking tea are very different from those of the present day, many things have not changed in the realm of China. One of them is the elegance brought out by the matter of drinking tea.

Although there is a tea ceremony in Japan, it is quite impressive in form. However, the Japanese tea ceremony pays more attention to the communication between the form and the human heart, highlighting tranquility and elegance, but when it comes to the essence of "tea", it is quite lackluster.

In Japan, matcha is drunk, not the tea itself, and the taste is naturally incomparable, and the variety is naturally quite sparse.

For Xie Xiaoman, the most missing point of the Japanese tea ceremony is the lack of the ups and downs of tea.

She is not a person who regards tea as her life, and she doesn't know much about tea. Like most Chinese, she would brew a pot from time to time, watch the tea leaves in the quilt roll up and float for a while, and then taste the aroma of the tea itself.

For Xie Xiaoman, who has been drinking tea for many years, after she came to the Jin Dynasty, she drank a lot of tea, but it was difficult to get back the taste of the year after all.

To say that you are not gluttonous is false.

This time, seeing that Xie Xuan brought unusual tea, Xie Xiaoman was naturally a little anxious and wanted to solve his long-cherished wish quickly.

"Huh? How does Sister know? Have you ever drunk this water before? This tea is indeed different from the usual, it can only be brewed, not boiled, otherwise the aroma will be much worse. Xie Xuan explained.

Xie Xiaoman was overjoyed when he heard this, looking at the curvature of the tea leaves, he thought to himself, could this really be the roasted tea method of later generations?

"It's just a pity that there is no good water right now. There is a spring on the other side of Stone Town, and my father used to go there to fetch water, and the tea brewed was extraordinary. Xie Xuan said.

Xie Xiaoman was already hungry, where did he have the mind to discuss these at this time.

After all, the military ship was rough, and there were not even enough tea cups, and only two of them were found in the cabinets, and the other had to be replaced with a rice bowl.

Xie Xuan was the youngest, and he knew the habits of this water and cloud best, so he volunteered to make tea for everyone.

The moment the hot water is poured into the cup, the blue tea needles are floating and tumbling, and the aroma is overflowing.

Xie Xiaoman took a deep breath of the aroma, somewhat satisfied with the subtlety of the taste.

"Don't look at the aroma when brewing in this water and clouds, the aroma is not as good as the scaring incense, but when you really enter it, it is the real fragrance and endless aftertaste!" Xie Xuan brewed three cups of tea, returned to his place, and explained to the two with a smile.

Xie Xiaoman looked at the appearance of this brewing, and knew that this tea was not a delicacy in the future after all, I am afraid that it can only be brewed once or twice, and then it will lose its aroma. Otherwise, there will inevitably be brewing and filtering actions, and the operation will not be so simple.

But this subtle aroma is really fascinating, Xie Xiaoman's heart is all about this cup of tea, just waiting for when it will be cold before he can eat it.

When Xue Zicheng saw her appearance, he couldn't help laughing, and said to Xie Xuan: "Your sister is really strangely tight, and the daughter in front of her may not be able to be tempted, and the realm of life and death is just a smile, why did such a cup of tea provoke her to be so out of shape?" ”

Xie Xiaoman didn't bother to pay attention to him, and when he saw that the temperature of the tea was just right, he hurriedly picked it up and sniffed it, took a sip, and closed his eyes to taste it.

Xie Xuan and Xue Zicheng also smiled and tasted tea, and the two of them only felt that the aroma was slowly released between their mouths and noses, and gradually filled it, even if the tea had been swallowed, the aroma seemed to be dragged, lingering between the lips and teeth, and it was quite meaningful.

The two of them glanced at each other, they both felt amazing, and they were about to say something, but they heard Xie Xiaoman groan: "Tea."

bay leaves, young shoots.

Mu Shike, love monks.

Grinding white jade, weaving red yarn.

Cho fried astragalus, bowl twisted dust flowers.

After the night, invite to accompany the bright moon, and be alone with the morning glow before the morning.

Wash away the tirelessness of ancient and modern people, and you will know how to boast after being drunk. ”

"It's a good sentence 'Invite to accompany the bright moon after the night, and be alone with the morning glow before the morning', Miss Xie, she is a deep and elegant person, but Er'er." Xue Zicheng exclaimed, "I have long heard that Miss Xie's poetry and literary attainments are extraordinary, and now that I hear it, it really lives up to its name." ”

Xie Xuan also showed joy on his face, and his eyes were very bright when he looked at Xie Xiaoman.

Xie Xiaoman only felt that although the water and clouds at hand were not as delicious as the tea in later generations, he could talk to comfort the worms in his stomach.

At this time, hearing the praise of the two of them for this poem, Xie Xiaoman couldn't help but shake his head and said with a smile: "It wasn't written by me, it was written by Yuan Zhen." ”

"Who? But the people of the Yuan family in Ruyang? Xie Xuan asked.

"It's not Yuan Shao's Yuan, it's ...... Uh, the Yuan of the Lantern Festival. Xie Xiaoman explained.

Xie Xuan and Xue Zicheng glanced at each other, and the expressions on their faces were a little complicated.

"Yuan? What kind of scholar is it? Never seem to have heard of it? Xue Zicheng said curiously.

Xie Xiaoman rolled his eyes: "Have you heard of Yehenara?" That's some very good people. ”

Xue Zicheng blinked.

"That's it, that's it." Xie Xiaoman spread his hands, "Say something." ”

The three of them did not dwell much on who the author of the poem was, but only briefly commented on the poem itself, and praised the unusual tea leaves, when a sergeant came to inquire about the stretcher.

"It's really bothering you. Xie, Xie Niangzi, I don't understand it here. The soldier pointed to the drawings, frowned, and asked, "It's just the rest, it's this place, how did you wrap the cloth around the bamboo poles?" We tried a lot of methods, but none of them felt strong enough. ”

"It's my suddenness." Xie Xiaoman looked at the position he was pointing at and nodded, "This place needs needles and threads to sew." Well, I'll go with you in case there are no other problems. After all, it's a matter of human life. Lord Xue, I'm out of company. (To be continued......)