In the spring and autumn of the ancient town, yellow tea is the companion, time flies, and the father and son have a deep affection.

After a lot of arduous emotional and ideological struggles, now, Nong Jingtang has completely precipitated, and he has devoted himself to the tea affair.

He began to find the original feeling, after the phoenix nirvana, on the basis of his father's tea-making skills, repeated experiments, careful production, and finally developed a high-quality yellow tea, named "Tianlu Yellow Tea". This is really called "hard-working people, the sky does not pay".

So, how did Chinese "yellow tea" come about?

Generally speaking, the basic process of green tea is to kill, roll, dry, when the green tea frying process is not properly mastered, such as or after the completion of the cold is not spread in time, timely rolling, or after rolling is not timely drying and drying, piled up for too long, so that the leaves turn yellow, resulting in yellow leaves and yellow soup, similar to the yellow tea that appeared later.

Therefore, the production of yellow tea evolved from the improper preparation method of green tea. The history of this evolution is recorded in Xu Cishu's "Tea Shu" of the Ming Dynasty.

Nong Jingtang locked himself in the tea-making room, and the bits and pieces of his father, those warm pictures, unconsciously came to his heart. He always felt that his father was always there to pay attention to him and smile in return.

As the saying goes, when you hurt to the extreme, you wake up. Nong Jingtang finally woke up.

He thought to himself: I can't live up to my father's careful upbringing when he was alive, and I can't be sorry for the ancestors of the farmer's family.

He made up his mind that not only could not be broken, but also continued to inherit and develop.

In order to make his tea-making skills continue to improve, he visited famous teachers in the depths of Jingshan, and even if there was a clue, he would rush over non-stop, tirelessly work hard, and humbly seek advice...... Time is carving his heart and skill little by little.

He would also follow his father's example, and whenever he had free time, he would visit the tea masters of the monastery, taste tea with the monks, humbly learn the art of tea making, and at the same time carry forward the tea industry of the farmer.

As one poem says:

"I want to live with you

In a small town somewhere

Share the endless twilight

and the endless ringing of bells......"

This poem is in line with Nong Jingtang's state of mind at this time: how much he wants to live with his father...... Now, everything is carried by him alone.

In Qinglian Ancient Town, look at the wreaths by the Yinma River and the time under the trees in Longyan Village...... It is like a "pearl" in the sea, quietly located in the depths of Jingshan Mountain, which is an important post station leading to the ancient tea horse road in the southwest and northwest.

Longyan Village is an ancient village surrounded by green mountains, it also retains the original style of a thousand-year-old village, it is an ancient village in the true sense. You can see a lot of antique buildings, cornices and corners, simple and generous. Although the walls have long been mottled, the carved lintels are full of interest.

On the day I went to Qinglian Ancient Town, it rained in the sky, and the rain fell along the rain gear, like time dripping gently. Nongjingtang felt the traces of time in the rain.

In the small restaurant on the side of the alley, the menu says clay pot dishes, yam stewed pheasant...... Seeing that he was salivating, he simply sat down, ordered two dishes, and brought a glass of cereal wine. He wanted to slow down time, stay in this moment, and use the rhythm of idleness to measure the ancient town in his heart.

Qinglian Ancient Town is not large, after lunch, Nong Jingtang walked, while looking, the old buildings around are full of a sense of time: ancient stage, ancient merchants, ancient horse shop...... There is also a hundred-year-old locust tree by the river. In the middle of it, I feel as small as an ant. This is where Nong Jingtang's father used to take him to play when he was alive.

He just wanted to be in this moment, and he couldn't waste his time.

At this time, he sat under the old locust tree. The wind rose, and the petals fell like a drizzle. This seems to have the poetic meaning of Wang Wei: "Birds are changing, and there are many flowers falling after sitting for a long time."

So, Nong Jingtang walked along the old street of the ancient town, prepared to cross an old bridge, and returned to Longyan Village.

The moment he saw it from afar, he felt as if he was in a dream. Standing on the bridge, looking at the green mountains, clouds, rivers, rice fields, and tea plantations in the distance......

If he could, he wanted to live with his father again, in Qinglian Ancient Town, sharing the endless dusk and endless bells......

Back to the tea affair. In the planting, picking and production of Tianlu yellow tea, especially in the control of the production process, Nong Jingtang is quite particular: after finishing and frying the second green, and then carrying out the processes of stuffy pile, picking, and drying, the transformation of tea is gradually completed. Among them, stuffy pile is an important process to form the unique quality of Tianlu yellow tea, and he created a unique method:

That is, the tea blanks are piled up in the bamboo plate, patted tightly and compacted, covered with a wet cloth, and piled up for 5-6 hours to promote its color and luster. Therefore, the finished Tianlu yellow tea produced is not only golden in color (slightly soaked with caviar), white and exposed, and the cord is ring-shaped (commonly known as "ring feet"), but also has a unique style and excellent quality.

Subsequently, Nong Jingtang invited Xu Caiyun and invited celebrities in the tea industry to taste Tianlu yellow tea, and came to the conclusion:

The inner quality is fragrant and long-lasting, and the bottom of the leaves is tender and yellow; After brewing, the soup is green and yellow, and the taste is mellow and sweet. The beauty lies in the fact that the coolness is highly compatible with the scent of bluegrass. This changed the dilemma of the lack of famous tea at that time.

As a result, the reputation of Tianlu yellow tea spread. From dignitaries and dignitaries to businessmen and tea guests, they have come to the tea house to taste tea, or buy, or appreciate, and the flow of customers and merchants continues to gather.

The "Sanjitang Tea House" is gradually recovering its vitality.

The rain stopped, the sunset reflected the red sky, the evening breeze of early spring blew through the silent hills, and Longyan Village was slightly cool......

The birds hide in the mountains and forests, and the treetops of the mountain villages hang the tranquility of dusk, and the smoke of cooking slowly rises all around. The high-spirited evergreen tree in the village, I don't know how much time has passed, and the changes of the years are still flourishing.

The old people always like to warm a pot of tea on the stone table under the tree in the evening breeze of the sunset, and have a game, and the quarrels that break out from time to time, together with the wafting tea fragrance and cooking smoke, go to the time and space where we have not arrived.

Time has passed in the mood for love, and those roads that have been walked, familiar people, and inexplicable love have long since faded away.

Time has created a hidden bridge locked in the cloudy mountain, and everyone can't see the end clearly, but they all pass by this bridge, and they are desperately hurrying, and they don't even have time to enjoy the beauty of the world. When people reach the end and look back at the road, they find that they have long been lost in the place where the bridge began.

For Nong Jingtang, he was seeking, remembering, not lost, and this bridge was nothing else, the simple little wooden bridge that his father had built when he was alive!

No, to be more precise, for him, it is a bridge of wind and rain, a bridge of the heart, and a bridge of tea that has carried the power of a thousand jun!

This father's small wooden bridge has always stood in the tea industry that Nong Jingtang tirelessly pursued, like a straight rainbow, hanging in the sky of the yellow tea scriptures that he had been reciting day and night.