"Offerings, we ......"

The soldiers and horses from the county town of Mayi followed Li Jing to the vicinity of Han Cheng's house and let go of the encirclement of them.

Everyone in Qingque Village also dispersed one after another, leaving only the depressed Chen Lao and his party, and the gloomy Jinyang worship.

Watching from afar the damn boy leading the damn Li Jing into a dilapidated courtyard, a person from the branch of the Ma Yi royal family with an equally ugly face opened his mouth with some caution and asked this offering.

"Go back!"

The worship took a deep look at the dilapidated courtyard, and after a moment squeezed the words out between his teeth.

He has completely lost today's battle, facing Li Jing, who leads soldiers and possesses righteousness, and does not advance oil and salt, and that humble boy who can't understand people's words, he can't think about it now.

Staying here is of no use except to continue to accept humiliation and use it to prove your incompetence.

After he said this, he turned his horse's head and walked outside Qingque Village, he didn't want to stay in this village full of people for a moment.

Although these people from the Wang branch were unwilling to leave, they were also at a loss in the face of the situation at this time, so they all turned their horses around and left with this person, and no one paid attention to the depressed Chen Laojiao.

The attendants who had been confiscated followed and left quickly, not daring to delay for a moment, because the soldiers who had come to the vicinity of that courtyard, and there were still many people looking at them, and they were not kind to them, how could they dare to stay longer in such a situation?

After these people left, Chen Lao, who had lost his soul and seemed to be seven or eight years old all of a sudden, covered his chest with his hands, and also walked towards the outside of the village, his steps were staggering, his waist was a little hunched, and the depressed and lonely figure was very unbearable to see.

Although it is early summer at this time, it can't help but make people think of a swan song - snow ~ flowers drifting ~ drifting ~, north wind Xiao ~ Xiao ~, a cut of cold plums, proud in the snow ~ ......"

At this moment, in the courtyard of Han Cheng's house, Han Cheng picked up a spoon and scooped out three bowls of boiled bamboo leaf tea from a clay pot and brought them to Li Jing and the others one by one.

This bamboo leaf tea was boiled by Han Xiao's family this morning and used as a drink for the day at home.

In summer, it is very good to drink some cool bamboo leaf water, not to mention quenching thirst.

This was made by Han Cheng some time ago, mainly for the people in the village who made salted fish.

As soon as such a delicious and money-free good thing appeared, it immediately began to be popular in the whole Qingque Village, and now, almost every family will go to the bamboo forest in the morning to pick some fresh bamboo leaves, clean them, boil a large pot of bamboo leaf water, cover it with a pot lid made of mulberry, and use it as a drink for this day.

Tea is not good tea, it can't even be called tea at all, the utensils for holding tea, let alone a delicate tea cup, but a large pottery bowl boiled with hot water used for eating at Han Cheng's house, and there are even some small gaps on the edges.

For such tea and utensils, Han Xiao felt cramped and uneasy, and felt that it was really difficult to take such things and eat with such distinguished guests.

Han Cheng didn't think there was anything, his family was poor, but this was still his own home, there was nothing to hide, and he would work hard to make this family no longer poor in the future.

When a guest comes to the door, even if it is no meal, there is no other melon and fruit to entertain, a bowl of hot water still needs to be had, which is the proper etiquette.

Whether to drink or not is their business, and whether to do it or not is their own business.

"The family is poor, there are no precious things, there is a bowl of hot water, so that the county can with... The little lady moistened her throat,"

Han Cheng said with a smile.

The bamboo leaf water boiled with bamboo leaves looks very good, with the color of fresh bamboo leaves, Li Jing took it, and without hesitation, he brought it to his mouth and took a sip.

The temperature is just right, with a unique fragrance, although it is very different from the tea soup that is often drunk, but the taste is good.

After Li Jing took a sip, he didn't look up, and drank it in one go.

First, I was in a good mood, secondly, I was really thirsty all the way from Mayi County, and thirdly, this tea tasted really good.

After Li Yan, who was wearing a armor coat, thanked Han Cheng for his salute, he also took a bowl of tea from Han Cheng, the jade-like color immediately attracted her heart and made her feel bright.

There is no twisting and artificiality, and there is no dislike for the clay bowl is vulgar and simple, after taking it, he brought it to his mouth and took a sip, and after a slight pause, he did not look up, and then took another sip.

I drank a small half bowl in one go, and then removed the pottery bowl from my lips......

Looking at the stoneware bowl in his hand, which was still missing two mouths, Yuan Bo really couldn't get down this mouth.

The pots they use to feed the dogs in their homes are better than this.

And the rough bowl still contained warm water that I don't know what it was boiled with.

No salt, no vinegar, no ground tea, no nuts like walnuts, not to mention his favorite mutton fat!

If it weren't for the fact that his uncle and cousin were there, and he took the tea and drank it, he wouldn't have taken it.

Yuan Bo's reaction Han Cheng saw it in his eyes, and he didn't get angry or anything, because there are more things that people have encountered, and there is no need to take some things too seriously.

Whether he drinks or not is his business, anyway, he didn't lose the etiquette he should have, but he was the one who was rude.

It doesn't matter if you look down on yourself, you can afford to look at yourself, and then look back after three or five years, maybe many things have changed, who is high and who is low, who is poor and who is rich, who can say for sure what will happen in the future?

"What is this thing boiled for? It tastes unique to drink, and it also quenches your thirst very much, which is much more refreshing than tea soup. ”

Li Jing drank the tea in the bowl in one go, let out a comfortable breath, reached out to wipe the water stains on his beard, and asked Han Cheng with a smile.

Li Yan, who was holding a small bowl of tea left, also raised his head when he heard this, and looked at Han Cheng with good-looking eyes, wanting to know what kind of tea was made of.

"It's that after the fresh bamboo leaves are cleaned, they are boiled out, and the farmers are poor and can't afford to eat tea soup, so they use these to boil some indiscriminately, which is slightly better than white water."

Han Cheng scooped another bowl for Li Jing, and after handing it over, he said with a smile.

"I see, I said that the drink is a little familiar, but I can't remember that it was bamboo leaves."

Li Jing smiled, a little abrupt.

When Li Yan heard this, he took another sip of the tea in the bowl, tasted it carefully, and found that the fragrance was indeed from the bamboo.

It turns out that this bamboo not only looks good, but also tastes like this when used to make tea.

That's a really good thing.

Thinking like this in his heart, he couldn't help but glance at the young man in front of him a few more times.

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