Yang Huairen still has some understanding about tea fighting, and this "sport" is still popular among elegant people even after a thousand years.

In your spare time, you can make an appointment with three or five friends, find a quiet place, fight tea and drink tea, and always get some peace of mind in the noisy city hustle and bustle.

Nancheng, where Suiyuan is located, is adjacent to the Confucius Temple, Taixue and Guozijian, so it is not uncommon to hear diners chatting about which scribe organized a tea fight in the nearby teahouse.

Although Yang Huairen has never seen the elegant picture of a group of literati gathering together to fight tea, he can imagine seven or eight points from his memory of such a scene.

Lao Sun Tou and Lao Zhu Tou want to fight tea and make peace, in the eyes of all tea guests, it is indeed a clever plan of the old shopkeeper of the teahouse, maybe in the future, it will be a good talk after tea and dinner.

The faces of the two old men seem to be very confident, in Yang Huairen's view, the old grandson is still proud and proud of the victory in the tea competition a year ago, and the old Zhu Tou also has a relaxed complexion, and it seems that during this time, he has worked hard to improve a lot of his tea art, and he is also determined to win this competition.

The tea doctor who was cooking tea in the tea room soon brought a large tray, which contained two sets of identical small copper charcoal stoves, two small piles of small charcoal blocks, a tea cake, a small hammer and a small drill for dividing the tea cakes, a copper mortar for pounding tea, a teapot, and utensils such as tea cups and tea spoons.

Xiao Er brought out two bamboo coffee tables, symmetrically placed in the open space in the middle of the second floor, the coffee table is simple and exquisite, about two feet by one foot of the size of the table, about one foot high, behind the coffee table are placed two straw futons.

When the tea doctor tidied up all the utensils needed for the tea fight, the old shopkeeper smiled and invited the two tea fighters to sit down.

The two old men, who were still pushing and insulting each other, were also a lot more solemn at this time, straightened their clothes slightly, and made a gesture of please to each other.

With smiles on their faces, Lao Sun Tou and Lao Zhu Tou slowly walked to their coffee table, knelt on the straw futon, and then first saluted the old shopkeeper and the tea guests, who had naturally become judges, and finally gave each other a salute.

After completing a full set of tedious rituals, the old shopkeeper glanced at each other, and made sure that both of them were ready, so he stood in the middle of the two coffee tables and sang to the tea guests.

"Every year in spring from the southeast, Jianxi first warms the ice and opens slightly.

The strange tea by the stream crowns the world, and the Wuyi immortals have planted it since ancient times.

……”

The old shopkeeper's voice almost shocked Yang Huairen to the point of falling on his heels, and regardless of the charm of the lyrics, this tone sounded to him, a person who has only been exposed to pop music in later generations...... It's so funny.

The old shopkeeper closed his eyes, and no matter what others thought, he still sang very persistently.

"The green dust flies on the side of the gold, and the snow rises in the heart of the purple jade.

The taste of the tea fight is light and Daigo, and the tea fight is fragrant and thin.

……”

Hearing this, Yang Huairen seemed to know what kind of lyrics the old shopkeeper was singing. In the five-star hotel where he worked in his previous life, there was a special tea room, and there was such a sentence in the decoration of the tea room.

The source of this poem is the famous literary scholar Wen Zhenggong Fan Zhongyan in the Northern Song Dynasty.

The literati of the Northern Song Dynasty, perhaps out of respect for Wen Zhenggong and his admiration for him in the tea ceremony, regarded his lyrics describing tea fighting as a kind of ritual.

Over time, it became a habit. It's just that later generations may not have figured out the beautiful artistic conception in the lyrics, and when decorating the tea room, it was taken for granted that it was hung out as a couplet.

The old shopkeeper's singing sometimes twists and turns, sometimes meandering, make people who hear the lyrics involuntarily shake their heads or clap their hands in accord with the beat.

Yang Huairen looked to the left, looked at the right, and the tea guests shook their heads along with the quaint singing, which made him inevitably feel that this scene was a little funny.

But now he is dressed as an old gentleman, and another senior is singing the song of a great writer of the first generation, and it seems a little inappropriate to laugh out loud in this atmosphere.

So he also learned the appearance of a tea guest beside him, and began to sway with the rhythm in a decent manner.

"The price of Chang'an wine has been reduced by 10 million, and the Chengdu pharmaceutical market has no glory.

It's not as good as a sip of the fairy mountain, and Ling Ran wants to fly in the wind.

Jun Mo envy, the flower girl only fights grass and wins the pearl. ”

The old shopkeeper sang to the last sentence, and the singing stopped abruptly, as if he was deliberately clumsy, or he was unable to suppress his excitement under full emotion, but he still maintained the demeanor when he sang, leaving a moment of sudden calm.

After a period of calm, all the tea guests applauded, and people's mood gradually entered the atmosphere of watching a tea fight from the embarrassment of the two old men arguing.

The old shopkeeper opened his eyes with a smile, his hands slowly closed, and then slowly opened again, Yang Huairen didn't know if this was a necessary ceremony, or if he danced again under the high mood.

In the end, the old shopkeeper took a few steps back so that the two people who were trying to fight tea could see each other, and then announced the start of the tea fight.

Yang Huairen thought that the fierce tea fighting competition had finally officially begun, but he didn't know that this tea fighting was very different from other skills or sports skills competitions.

According to the normal understanding, since it is a competition, it is natural that you chase me as if you have to compete, and the pursuit of faster, higher or stronger.

But this kind of competition is a maverick, not faster, not higher, and not better than whom. The competition seems to be a kind of charm, a kind of culture, and the test is who cooks the tea more beautifully, and who boils the tea more beautiful and mellow.

So after the old shopkeeper announced the start of the competition, neither of the two sides of the competition looked anxious, but pursued one word - slow.

The first step is to add charcoal of similar size to the small stove where the tea is boiled and there is already a slight bottom fire, and let the charcoal fire slowly simmer the water in the teapot.

The second step is to slowly chisel the tea leaves on the tea cake with a small hammer and a small drill like carving a work of art.

The two of them did not rush to start, but carefully observed the slightly oval-shaped tea cake in the bright light.

After choosing the position that I think is relatively good, I began to drill the chisel, and first gently chiseled the selected piece of tea cake on one side of the tea cake.

Then he flipped it over, chiseled it around the other side, then put down the chisel and fixed the tea cake with this hand, while the other hand aimed the selected tea cake with a small hammer and struck it continuously and at a uniform speed......