Inside the Hanfu Flower Hall.

Han Yanxuan picked up the tea bowl and asked, "Brother Jiang'er can understand tea?" ”

"Han Gong, I know a little, but I have only seen the method of ordering tea, and I have never touched it."

"What tea does Brother Jiang think is better?"

Although Han Jiang didn't dare to say that he understood tea in his previous life, he was also a tea friend who liked to drink tea, but how should he answer at this time.

After a short period of thought, Han Jiang said:

"The younger generation has read a little bit of Lu Yu's book about tea, and the younger generation thinks that tea has its own merits and is good."

Han Yanxuan asked, "What kind of tea do you like?" ”

"The younger generation loves green tea. In terms of green tea, the Baiyun tea of Hangzhou Baiyun Peak, the Baoyun of Baoyun Mountain, if you do not make tea cakes, pick them after the rain and before the dawn, take one flag and one gun, and take it as a treasure. ”

Han Yanxuan nodded: "Baoyun was a tribute before, but the old man tasted it." ”

After speaking, Han Yanxuan waved his hand lightly, and the people in the flower hall retreated in turn.

What Han Jiang didn't know was that Han Yanxuan didn't casually ask Han Jiang's preferences, the transportation capacity of tea in this era was limited, people in different places liked different teas, and only top nobles could taste the world's famous tea.

After Han Jiang sat down, Han Yan asked, "Brother Jiang'er, have you ever read?" ”

Before Han Jiang crossed over, he had completed a bachelor's degree in management and a master's degree in economics from a prestigious university. But at this time, these books didn't seem to be reading, Han Jiang replied: "The younger generation has read some superficial miscellaneous books, but I haven't read them when I am studying." ”

Zhengxue is the Four Books and Five Classics, at least Han Jiang thinks so.

After listening to this, Han Yanxuan got up and chose on the shelf, and put a small bamboo tube on the table: "Try it." ”

Han Jiang took it with both hands, opened the bamboo tube and saw that it was loose tea, not cakes.

Since Han Yanxuan told him to try it himself, try it himself, Han Jiang has seen the Song-style tea drinking method, but he can't, first grind the dish into the end, and then brew It seems that the requirements for water temperature and technique are extremely high.

Let's use the stupidest way yourself.

The small stove boils water, the big bowl cools the boiling water for a while, and then chooses a small tea pot, this thing is used to boil water at this time, there are several kinds on this table, Han Jiang picks a rattan handle, a single mouth, it looks very much like the kind of big pot of tea in the hotel in later generations, but this one is very small and very delicate.

Han Jiang directly put the tea in it and brewed it in this pot.

Then he chose two small cups, and after they were hot, he poured a cup for Han Yanxuan and poured a cup for himself.

Han Yanxuan looked strange and was very puzzled in his heart.

Is this tea?

Can tea be drunk like this?

Although there were doubts, when Han Jiang held the cup with both hands, Han Yanxuan still picked up the cup, put it to his lips and tasted it, it seemed to be good.

Tea is like a person.

Han Yanxuan thought so, so he asked Han Jiang to come over to drink tea, a young man who can calm down and grind ink will definitely be able to calm down and taste tea.

Han Yanxuan was observing, Han Jiang was very calm, and he was very stable and focused when making tea, although this way of drinking was so simple, but this tea also had a different taste.

Han Yanxuan asked, "How is this tea?" Do you like it? Do you know what kind of tea it is? ”

After Han Jiang tasted it carefully: "The younger generation is not good at tea, so I guess it should be ...... Padang area, Gyokuro. ”

Terrific.

Han Yanxuan took out another piece of tea and gave it to Han Jiang.

Han Jiang understood this piece at a glance, and smelled it again: "This is Dianchi Pu'er, no, it's called Buri." ”

"Again." Han Jiang took out another pot of tea.

It was another box of loose tea, and Han Jiang studied it carefully for a long time, because in his previous life, he liked green tea from Fujian, green tea from Hangzhou, and black tea from Yunnan, and he didn't drink much other teas, so he naturally studied less.

Han Yanxuan said with a smile: "To be bold, it's not a palace test. ”

"Lu'an's tea."

Han Jiang thinks that this is the cloud and mist of Lu'an, but he doesn't know what to call it in this era.

Han Yanxuan smiled and sat down: "Brother Jiang'er sits, my father-in-law also likes tea." ”

If you can taste the origin of tea in one sip, this is still called not understanding tea?

Han Jiang's age is definitely not the kind of person who has traveled all over the world, then he must be a famous and noble son, and ordinary people can't afford to buy tea in Padang in Lin'an Mansion because the freight is too expensive.

At this time, Han Yanxuan was already sure that the name Han Jiang did not exist, but the person in front of him, who called himself Han Jiang, was talented, intelligent, had read books, and read a lot, so it seemed necessary to check who Han Jiang was.

A young man with fine white skin and no calluses on his hands.

There will not be many such people in the entire Lin'an City.

It's not hard to check.

Han Yanxuan became more and more curious, who Han Jiang was. He is ready to send more people to investigate more deeply.

Han Yanxuan said: "Call Brother Jiang over today, one is the tea in this flower hall, you can take it yourself if you like." There are some books in the study, and you can pick them up if you like to read. The second is that you treat this place as your own home, and if you need to tell you, you can live with peace of mind. ”

"Yes. Thank you, Han Gong. ”

Han Yanxuan was about to ask something more, and Han An came to report: "Lord, Chen Tongfu, the champion of the undergraduate, came to visit the mansion." ”

"Nope."

When Han An Shili was about to retreat, Han Jiang, who was sitting there, couldn't help but move, Han Jiang wanted to speak, but quickly realized that he was wrong to interject, so he didn't speak.

As soon as Han Yan waved his hand, Han An immediately stopped. Han Yanxuan asked, "Brother Jiang'er knows this person?" ”

"I don't know Han Gong's words."

"My father thought you wanted to persuade me to see him, but you just wanted to talk and stopped, just say something."

Han Jiang got up: "Han Gong, the junior is rude." The junior didn't have anything to say, and he misunderstood Han Gong just now. ”

Han Yanxuan's face changed slightly: "My father regards you as a nephew, but you are so vigilant, what is the truth?" ”

Han Jiang secretly regretted that he shouldn't have had the slightest impulse just now, he already knew that it was now the fourth year of Shaoxi, so the champion of this year was called Chen Tongfu, and Han Jiang had read this name in another book. In the biography of Xin Qijian in the Southern Song Dynasty, he read Chen Tongfu, and there were only two sentences at that time.

Han Jiang remembered that he died of illness only one year after winning the champion, but he was the founder of the Yongkang School. Later, after Han Jiang checked the Yongkang school, he liked this school very much, because this school was-for-tat with Zhu Pahui's science.

This will, Han Jiang is really difficult to ride a tiger.

Han Yanxuan was not in a hurry, and slowly picked up the tea bowl and waited for Han Jiang to speak.

Han Jiang gave another salute: "Han Gong, I am an outsider, and it is already my fault to want to intervene, and I am at fault." ”

"Nope." Han Yanxuan shook his head: "Now my father-in-law wants to hear you talk about it, what did you want to say just now?" ”

"I ......"

"Speak."

"I want to ask Han to open the door to welcome this champion."

"Why?"

Han Jiang gritted his teeth, and this action was seen in Han Yanxuan's eyes. I only heard Han Jiang say: "A champion is not worthy of Han Gong's personal welcome, Han Gong Keming said that you are not a champion, but a generation of grandmasters." ”