As soon as the sky was slightly bright, Cai Hongming got up and walked to the roof of the inn, sat cross-legged on it, and breathed the first wisp of morning purple air between heaven and earth.

Ever since he cultivated the Yuqing Golden Treasure Secret Text Golden Treasure Inner Alchemy Decision, he had rarely gotten up so early to practice qi.

Because now this little aura is dispensable for him. In today's world where aura is thin and almost none. If there is no extraordinary opportunity, if you want to cultivate and succeed, you are simply dreaming, and it is better for a cat to sleep with his wife in the bed. However, when he got up this morning, he saw that the air here was fresh and there was more aura than in other places, so he reluctantly came out to cultivate.

This inn is just located at the highest point in the village, after Cai Hongming practiced, stood on the edge of the railing on the roof of the building, and looked around, only to see that under the clear blue sky, the gray tile roofs were densely turned, one after another, and they were scattered.

The mist, shrouded in the morning mist, seemed so quiet and peaceful.

Gradually, the silent village began to have a sound, and the ducks that were released out of the door walked towards the stream in rows, regardless of the coolness of the stream in early spring, and jumped down to play and play, so frightened that the fish in the stream that had just emerged to breathe air instantly escaped into the water and disappeared.

Slowly, the jingle of pots and pans appeared in the courtyard of the wall, and the villagers were busy in the alleys.

Some of them took their clothes to the stream to wash, and some began to pick tea, fry tea, and dry mountain goods.

This is Xiamei Village, located in the east of Wuyishan City, built in Sui, Xing in Song, Long in Qing, is a famous historical and cultural village in China. It is said that during the Shang and Zhou dynasties, there were Neolithic human activities in Xiamei Village.

Yesterday, after the family took a plane to Wuyishan City, they rented an off-road vehicle to come here, and when they arrived, it was almost dark, so they first found an inn to stay. I'll talk about the rest when I wake up.

Back in the room, Shi Wan'er and Xiao Chuchu were still in the bed.

The little guy hugged his mother's two majestic peaks tightly, holding them with one hand and holding them with the other. With his mouth on his chest, he smashed it a few times from time to time, and it seemed that he was also drinking milk in his dream. People don't know what to say when they see it.

Cai Hongming came in, Shi Wan'er opened her eyes, and asked dimly, "What time is it?" ”

"It's still early, you can go back to sleep!"

"Hmm" Shi Wan'er continued to hold her daughter and fell asleep, and it was about eight o'clock when she woke up again. Xiao Chuchu didn't know when he got up, and he was already dressed by his father. The father and daughter were sitting on the edge of the bed and playing, and she quickly got up to wash up and go to breakfast together.

The early meal in the mountain village is good, and there is no porridge that Cai Hongming likes to drink. Only noodles.

If it weren't for the fact that Xiamei Village has become a tourist attraction now, and there are usually tourists living there, it is estimated that he doesn't even have to eat noodles, so he can't be picky, so he has to settle.

Last year, Cai Hongming had already contacted the boss who sold tea seedlings, and the day before yesterday, he contacted again, saying that he came to see the tea seedlings today. It's just that the weather is nice today. He didn't want to go over so early, and planned to take his wife and daughter to play in the village first. Wait until you wake up in the afternoon, and then go over, anyway, there is no hurry for so long and a half.

The topography of Xiamei Village is a typical small basin of Wuyi Mountain, commonly known as "Guozhuang", which means that the topography of Xiamei is like a pot, and the village is located in it.

There is a song "Mountains and rivers hugging cornucopia." The green dragon and the white tiger are far away from the mountains. The wealth is wide and cannot flow, and the chickens and dogs in the elbow of the township are smelled. The poem aptly describes the feng shui imagery of Xia Mei Village.

Overlooking Xiamei from a place called "Baiyangang" in Xiamei Village, I saw that the nine hills extending to Xiamei in all directions were just like nine dragons, and at the same time dived into the Xiamei Village Basin. Therefore, the richest man in the Qing Dynasty, Zou Shimaozhang. In order to cultivate the nine dragons with Wentao Wuluo, the Wenchang Pavilion was built, hoping to lock the spirituality of the dragon, so that it could accept the education of Emperor Wenchang, so that the descendants of Xiamei Village would be prosperous.

In the old days, Xiamei Village was an important tea distribution center in the Wuyi Mountain area. According to the "Chong'an County Chronicle": "In the 19th year of Kangxi, the Wuyi Rock Tea Market Chong'an Xiamei, with 300 rafts per day, and the transshipment was endless. ”

Zou is rich because of tea, and rich wants to be expensive.

It's a pity that people can't defeat the will of heaven after all.

After the Opium War, because the Qing government was forced to open five treaty ports, Wuyi rock tea could be exported as long as it went down the Min River. As a result, the tea city center in the Wuyishan area was transferred from Xiamei to Chishi, and Xiamei, which was once prosperous, slowly declined.

Cai Hongming put his daughter on his shoulder, let him hold his neck, and walked slowly with his wife on this quaint country road.

Chu Chu sat on his father's shoulder, shouting happily "drive, drive", and his little ass kept twisting around, as if he was really riding a horse.

"If you move around again, believe it or not, I'll spank your little ass." Cai Hongming said to his daughter dissatisfied.

Chu Chu was very smart, and when he saw that his father's face was wrong, he stopped calling. But after a while, he began to shout "ha, ha, ha" again. Seeing that Shi Wan'er next to her laughed, Cai Hongming was completely helpless about this mother and daughter.

There is a small stream in Xiamei Village, which is called Dangxi.

Dangxi is like the central axis of Xiamei Village, dividing a village into two halves. On both sides of the stream, there are two long streets covered with green tile roofs, and every other section of the street there is a descending stone staircase leading to the stream, which is the old wharf for carrying tea. In the old days, Xiamei Village was an important tea distribution center in the Wuyi Mountain area.

The prosperity of the tea market has led to the prosperity of Xiamei Village, and tea merchants from all over the country have set up tea estates here, selected tea, and sold them to various places.

Back then, this water transport road must have been very lively, and Xia Mei Market was also very prosperous. But now, everything is just a passing cloud, and only the old street houses in front of you are left for people to hang on.

Just after the Spring Festival, it is not a holiday period, so there are very few people who come to Xiamei Village to travel, and only tourists are wandering on the white-stone paved streets.

Today's weather is fine, and the rays of sunshine are shining down, rushing to the cold in the mountains. Some old people went out and sat on the corridor near the river, basking in the sun and talking and laughing. Seeing the little guy sitting on Cai Hongming's shoulder looking around curiously, he happily teased him a few times.

In the past, it is the ancestral hall of the Zou family, and not far behind is the doctor.

Walking along the bluestone road, a brick gatehouse inlaid with countless reliefs with beautiful meanings suddenly comes into view. Walking inside, you can see that in the high hall, the carved beams and painted buildings, exquisite stone carvings and wood carvings make the whole house magnificent, and you can imagine the wealth and prominence of the owner's family back then.

After strolling around the old houses for a while, they walked towards the side street where they sold things.

The most popular place to sell tea is tea on the side streets, and now is the time of year when the best tea leaves of the year, Ming Qian tea, are produced.

Tea before the Ming Dynasty refers to the tea picked before the Qingming Festival, because it is less infested by insect pests, the buds and leaves are delicate, the color is green and fragrant, and the taste is mellow and beautiful, so it is the best product in tea. But at the same time, because the temperature is generally low before the Qingming Festival, the number of tea germination is limited, the growth rate is slow, and the yield that can reach the picking standard is very small, so there is a saying that "tea before the Ming Dynasty is as expensive as gold".

If the tea is good, Cai Hongming doesn't mind buying a little back, after all, the tea at this time is the rarest and the best.

On the side of the small street, there is an old teahouse opened in the late Qing Dynasty.

Generally, if you want to buy this kind of expensive Ming Qian tea, if you want to taste it and buy it, you will go to the old teahouse. Because that shop has tea from all the tea shops on the street.

Tea was expensive before the Ming Dynasty, and people who sold tea didn't dare to make a pot for the boss who bought the tea one by one, but they couldn't let the family buy it without tasting it, so they asked the owner who bought the tea to go to the old teahouse, and what kind of tea they wanted, the old teahouse had it. The tea shops on the small street are all fixed old shops, and everyone knows the quality of the tea they produce, so everyone hands over the work of entertaining guests to the old teahouse.

If the customer is satisfied with the tea tasted, he will go to the tea shop to buy the tea, and if he is not satisfied, he will have to pay for the tea.

Generally speaking, the owner of the old teahouse will make you what kind of tea the guests want.

Cai Hongming had already checked it when he came and knew the rules here. So I walked to the old teahouse.

Walking into the old teahouse, I saw mottled marks on the black walls of the old-fashioned bucket room, and some photos of Uncle Mao's period were hung on it. There are small bamboo fences and copper teapots on the old desk in the corner, wooden and bamboo tables and stools are scattered messily, and clay tea bowls are quietly buckled upside down on the table. (To be continued......)