The full moon is like a jade plate, the silver glow is sprinkled on the mountain, as if the beauty is wearing white clothes to come, everyone is lying or lying or standing, or crying or laughing or sorrowful, the foreground, the heart, the belly is talented, after the show mouth spits, it is a chapter, adding a bit of carmine to the beautiful moonlight.

Seven poems were written one after another, and everyone commented on them during the banquet, with Xu Shi as the first. Xu Youyi was not here, he was a little humble, and ordered someone to bring up a beautiful food box, and said with a smile: "The so-called beauty, food, and beauty are all indispensable." Tonight, the little brother was not well entertained, and forgot to invite a famous prostitute in Qiantang to sing and accompany him, but the food is still there, everyone try it, this is a pastry made by a girl in my house, and it tastes good! ”

Du Sheng Monkey hurriedly opened the lid, sighed lightly, and said, "Ha, there is also the word Fu engraved, what kind of cake is this?" It's weird, I'll try it! ”

The entrance is melting, sweet but not greasy, and it is a rare delicacy. Du Sheng's background is better than others, there is no shortage of food, and he is a famous foodie in the West Lake Society, but he is also full of praise for this strange blessing cake. The others laughed and grabbed a piece each, not to mention anything else, eating dessert after drinking, their tongues were refreshing, and their spirits were lifted.

Wu Shi Xing's family was the poorest, and he could eat a full meal at leisure, rarely trying new things, and asked curiously: "What is this made of?" ”

"Ghee, starch syrup, sesame seeds, bean paste, almonds, egg yolks, etc., and maybe others, stir evenly and then put them in the basket drawer to steam, anyway, the process is cumbersome and delicate, I don't know." Xu You smiled: "But this cake is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is 'small cake like chewing the moon, there is crisp and syrup', so I call it a moon cake." ”

"Mooncakes? Good name! After eating the moon cakes, Bao Hu licked the cake dust scattered in his palm, and sighed with satisfaction: "It's always a pity to have bread but no tea......

Xu You pointed at him and quipped: "Where is Brother Yueshi coming to the party, it is obvious that he is here to rob money." ”

Bao Hu was a little embarrassed and said, "I mentioned it casually, don't care about it!" ”

Wang Rong laughed and said: "Yue Shi went to me but it was a light tea and a light meal, sweet as a glutton, and it was only strange that the small wealth was coarse, and we didn't rob your wealth, wouldn't we be sorry for you?" ”

Xu You bowed to the wind and said helplessly: "When I meet you, count me unlucky." This is the West Lake Poetry Society, it is clearly the West Lake thief's nest! ”

Everyone laughed uncontrollably, Shen Meng, who was eating moon cakes in a small mouthful, almost choked, Zhou Yong hurriedly stroked his back and relieved his breath, and complained: "Be more restrained, don't laugh at people's lives, our West Lake Bazi is really famous all over the world......"

Zhou Yong is a little cold and humorous, and today, everyone's personalities have also initially appeared, Wang Rong is unruly and self-conscious, and Shen Meng is calm and calm

, Bao Hu is honest and solid, Wu Shixing is sleek and sensitive, Du Sheng is enthusiastic and chivalrous, Zhou Yong is steady and righteous, each with its own characteristics, but also has its own advantages and disadvantages.

"Spring tea is exhausted, winter tea is in short supply, aren't you embarrassed?" Wu Shixing smiled and hugged the grievances.

Shen Meng joked: "If Weizhi is a fairy, maybe he will conjure tea for you at this time." It's a pity, Weizhi is a fairy in the poem, and he is not in the heavenly palace, how can he get us tea soup in these four or six days when he doesn't rely on it? Isn't it? ”

This is the first time that someone has mentioned the name of the immortal, Xu You is forced to steal the poem, but he never feels complacent about it, and he does not dare to take Li Taibai's name as his own, Zhengse said: "Yunming must not laugh, the night is already the love of the world, and it can be reluctantly accepted, and the nine buckets praised by Dazhongzheng are actually a little too late, not to mention the immortals?" If you promise me that you will never mention the word "immortal" from now on, and I will be reluctant to make it difficult, how about changing some good tea to help the fun? ”

Du Sheng grabbed Xu You's arm and said with a smile: "Could it be that there is really an immortal law?" Okay, okay, I'll answer for everyone, the fairy is also guilty and deserved, and he is not worthy of it. Quick, let me see, what kind of tea is good? ”

Only then did Shen Meng realize that although the name of the immortal was good, but if he thought about it deeply, he was also a criminal who was degraded to the heavenly realm, and what happened to Xu You was so similar, no wonder he was so resistant, but at this time, there was no way to apologize, it would be too deliberate and stupid.

Du Sheng seems to be young, but he is delicate, and his views on human feelings and sophistication are far better than his own, which is the confidence of the family to cultivate their children.

Shen Meng glanced at Du Sheng meaningfully, with a smile on his face, but he refused to say anything more.

Xu You couldn't stand Du Sheng's entanglement, clapped his hands, instructed the maid to serve tea, and used the tea set that was only available in later generations fired by the Tiangong Workshop to personally perform the unique tea art of this era.

Not to mention Bao Huwu's time, even the well-informed Du Sheng and Wang Rong were also stunned, and Zhou Yong said in surprise: "Weizhi, what kind of tea is this?" It seems to be as hard as bricks and tiles, but it can be gently chopped into minced pieces, and this fragrant fragrance, such as Lan Rugui, I don't want to say that I have drunk it, but I have flipped through the history books, and I have never even seen it. ”

Wang Rong also said: "Tea strange, but this tea set is even more strange, ordinary people use bowls, scholars use cups, dignitaries use gold, silver and porcelain glass cups, but these ......" He was short of words for a while, and looked at Wu Shixing for help, Wu Shixing took over and said: "These tea utensils with a wide variety of names, but they perform their own duties, all of them are indispensable, and when they are manipulated, they are like flowing water, which makes people immersed in the period, and they have a rare sense of comfort." I don't know where the custom is? Wei people? Not like! of the Western Regions? Not like that! Or is it from the Tianzhu Eclipse? ”

Xu You is already a blockbuster if he is not a song, and he directly imitated Lu Yu's "Book of Tea" and fired twenty-four utensils, not to mention the use, just putting on that posture is enough to scare people for a moment.

"It's all wrong! This is not a custom in any place, but the tea art that Yilang Jun realized from Buddhism, I don't know much about the specific situation. However, Xu You picked up the cup and invited everyone to taste it together, saying: "This tea is named Qingque Tongue, if you talk about the taste, it is really unparalleled in the world!" ”

The green finch tongue made its debut and won everyone's applause. Accustomed to tasting the bitter raw tea like vegetable soup, drinking such a cumbersome and tall roasted tea feels like a country village man entering the palace, from the lips and tongue to the heart, from the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind to the color, sound, fragrance, touch, all of them are happy to death, and all of them are fluttering like immortals.

This is not only the progress of the tea ceremony, but the sublimation of the quality of the lifestyle and the level of decoration, the literati are good wine, the nobles are good tea, wine is only the medium of articles and nature, but tea is a sign of class and worldliness, you can not drink alcohol, but you can't not drink tea.

The appearance of the green bird's tongue will definitely make the class differentiation more obvious, because there is an obvious truth: this tea, the poor must not be able to afford to drink!

When the wine was in the middle and the tea was strong, Du Sheng shouted: "Brother Yunming, Wenjun can do a duck dance, I want to see it soon, I don't know if it's okay?" ”

If it is in other dynasties, let men dance during the banquet, it is an irresolvable mortal enemy, but in the Chu State, before the atmosphere opens for a while, such a thing is just pediatrics, and it cannot be overdone.

Shen Mengzheng was annoyed by Shicai's gaffe, and when he heard Du Sheng speak, he guessed that he deliberately set up a stage for himself to make amends, and he was grateful, and there was no reason to let it go, and said with a smile: "Why not?" After speaking, he put on his robe, put on a flat scarf, stood in the bright moon, and danced leisurely at the top of the mountain.

Xu You praised: "The color is beaming, if you want to fly." Avoid the seat and bow down, pick your clothes and cheeks. Like a repair and suspicious of the female, go to the festival and suddenly like an eagle! Then take everyone to fight the festival and make fun, the mountain stream is quiet, the song and dance are whirling, life is so far, what more can the husband ask for!

"Weizhi, how much is left in the house for this tea?"

I don't know how long it took, with Wang Rong's recklessness, he didn't care about licking his face to find Xu You to speak, you can imagine how shocking the Qingque's tongue was.

Xu You smiled: "There are still some!" ”

Wang Rong rubbed his hands and said with a wry smile: "I'll be cheeky and ask for a few pieces, take them back to my father to taste." He is not happy if he has no tea for a day, and if he knows that I am lucky enough to taste the green finch tongue and not bring some back to him, I am afraid that he will be furious! I also know that this tea is worth a thousand gold, and it is estimated that I am shy in my pocket, so I will take five bricks! ”

Xu You feigned anger and said, "Uncle Gong looks down on me? You and I are already brothers, just a brick of tea, isn't it a shame to talk about money? All of you here, I will give you all ten bricks, and I will drink them in the future, and I will take them from me. Don't dare to say anything else, Qingque tongue, absolutely enough! ”

Wang Rong was overjoyed, got up and apologized, and the others were even more smiling, and then took advantage of the excitement to write poems, sleepless all night, seven people actually became thirty-two poems, and five monthly poems, all of which are middle and upper works.

Zhang Mo chose these people at the beginning, not only because they were like-minded, but also sympathetic, and most of their poetry talents were far superior to their peers. After dawn, Xu You ordered people to gather poems into a book, the bibliography is "West Lake Poetry Society Mid-Autumn Festival Collection", handed over to Tianqingfang to print thousands of copies, first by the arranged storyteller to publicize it, with the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme, thinking of relatives, friends, thinking of parting, advocating the beautiful vision of looking forward to family reunion on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then the first flower and then the moon, drinking and discussing poetry, moon cakes with fragrant tea, can be described as extremely elegant.

Xu You is very famous, Wang Rong and others are also famous, as soon as the book comes out, it immediately becomes popular, not only the poems in it are circulating, but also the Mid-Autumn Festival, the round moon cakes, the green finch tongue, and the goose dance, which are also popular.

When the news reached Wu County, Gu remembered that Xu You seemed to have sent a hundred bricks of green birds, but he was busy with the aftermath during this time, and the tea bricks were placed in the warehouse and few people cared about them. So I took it out and tasted it, and sure enough, it was far more wonderful than all the tea I had drunk before, especially Zhang Zihua, the number one Xu Chui, who only drank one cup and wrote down four big words: The taste of the world, and ordered someone to send it to Mingyu Mountain.

Xu You is so shrewd, he knew the elegance when he heard the string song, and immediately sent a peach to Li, and sent a hundred bricks of green finch tongue to Zhang Zihua, saying that he did not favor one over the other, and returned a poem with tea:

Sit and drink the water and watch the frying dust. There is no reason to hold a bowl and send it to tea lovers.

At this point, the marketing of Qingque's tongue has been basically completed, and it has also set off a heated discussion in Yangzhou without taking advantage of Gu's momentum. This is a small matter, but it is enough to prove that Xu You himself is already a force that cannot be ignored by all parties.