The Book of Tea: The Source of One.

The tea man, the Jiamu of the south, is one foot two feet, and even dozens of feet.

There are two people hugging the Bashan Gorge River, cutting it down and picking it up, its tree is like a melon reed, the leaves are like a gardenia, the flower is like a white rose, it is like a palmetto, the pedicle is like a lilac, and the root is like a walnut. Its words are either from the grass, or from the wood, or from the grass and wood. Its name is one tea, two is called 槚, three is called 蔎, four is called tea, and five is called 荈 (sound chuan, three sounds)......

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What Yang Shouwen wrote is the "Book of Tea" written by Lu Yu, the tea saint in the Middle and Tang Dynasty.

At this time, Lu Yu should not have been born yet, so Yang Shouwen wrote out the Tea Sutra, which can be said to be without pressure.

Before the Tang Dynasty, tea was primarily used for medicinal purposes rather than as an everyday drink. It wasn't until Lu Yu wrote the Book of Tea that tea gradually formed a system, and with the precipitation of the years, it evolved into tea culture, or even Zen culture.

Zen tea in one!

In fact, as early as the Tang Dynasty, tea culture was divided into two systems.

One is Lu Yu's "Book of Tea", and the other is the practice tea proposed by Lu Tong after Lu Yu, which is almost Zen culture.

The daily life of the Tang Dynasty was actually very boring, and there were very few types of drinks consumed.

Yang Shouwen likes to eat tea, but people don't have the habit of drinking tea. Most of the teas available on the market are raw teas, which have not been processed and fried, and are mainly used to decoction medicines, with messy materials added to them, so that they have no taste at all.

For this reason, Yang Shouwen was also quite distressed.

Youzhou doesn't produce tea, so he doesn't have so many ideas.

But after arriving in Xingyang, Yang Shouwen found that tea had actually been introduced to the Central Plains from the south. It's just that people can't do it. So much so that most people don't know the fun in this tea. This also gave Yang Shouwen a new idea.

Tea Sutra. But 7,000 words.

than those tomes. It's a lot simpler.

In his previous life, he was a good drinker of tea, and although he was paralyzed in bed, he gave him a lot of time to read books, which did not pan tea culture classics.

Writing out the "Book of Tea" must be a very interesting thing if it is promoted.

The only problem is that the tea is designed in the south.

However, this is not a problem for Yang Shouwen, he has already said it. What he learned came from his mother's dream. And Zheng Sanniang lived in Bashu and the south before her death. If it is involved, it is possible to use the mother to teach the explanation.

The Book of Tea, divided into ten volumes

Among them, the first and second volumes combined, the original version is even less than 1,000 words.

Yang Shouwen may not be able to copy the original version completely, but after revising and revising it, it is only about 1,500 words.

But these 1,500 words took him more than an hour.

Putting down the pen and gently moving his wrist, Yang Shouwen's face showed a look of satisfaction.

At this moment, Yang's voice came from downstairs. "Son, come down. Aaron is back. ”

"Got it!"

He put away the two scrolls of tea and came down upstairs on crutches.

"Son, Ah Lang is in the front hall, waiting for you to come over."

Yang Shouwen felt that Yang's smile was a little weird.

"Auntie, why are you all a little weird today?"

"Is there one?"

Yang smiled, then helped Yang Shouwen to walk out, and said as he walked: "Son, you have to go out for a walk more, don't always stay in the house." The gentlemen in the county town all said that they wanted you to be more active and bask in the sun. ”

"Auntie, didn't I suddenly have an inspiration, that's why I sat in the room?"

"Then you can't sit for more than an hour, I went up twice in the middle, and it's not easy to disturb you when you work so hard."

Yang said, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch Yang Shouwen's face.

However, she immediately woke up to something, and hurriedly panicked: "Son, I'm used to it!" ”

Yang Shouwen is no longer the stupid boy who was outside Changping County and under Tiger Valley Mountain. He is now the pillar of the family, and he is also the son of Yang who is famous in Xingyang. In the past, the Yang family could pinch Yang Shouwen's face like a child, but now......

Yang Shouwen smiled and said softly: "Auntie, what are you doing?" In my heart, you will always be Yang Jizi's aunt. ”

Yang smiled, a look of kindness in his eyes.

Although the young lady is a pain in her heart, having Yang Shouwen by her side has more or less alleviated her longing for the young lady.

She knew that Yang Shouwen would definitely find the young lady and bring the young lady back to her.

The two of them came to the front hall from the backyard, only to find that everyone was there.

Yang Shouwen looked puzzled, walked into the living room, and saw a tray on the table.

The tray was covered with a red cloth, and it was not known what was inside.

Yang Shouwen walked in, but saw that Yang Chenglie had already stepped forward, and said to him with a smile: "Son, come and sit." ”

"Father, what are you doing here?"

Yang Shouwen was confused and looked at everyone.

And Yang Chenglie pressed him on the couch, and then saw Yang Rui walking up with a package, and respectfully handed the package to Yang Shouwen, "I wish my brother a long year and a happy birthday." ”

"Huh?"

Yang Shouwen looked up in amazement and looked at Yang Chenglie.

saw Yang Chenglie smile and said: "Silly boy, you forgot, today is your birthday." ”

"Ahh

Yang Shouwen opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a while.

Birthday, today is my birthday?

If you follow the real age, Yang Shouwen is eighteen years old today, but if you follow the virtual age, he will be twenty years old today!

He couldn't remember his birthday for a long time, and he didn't even have this concept in his head.

I didn't expect ......

"Big brother, this is a gift that Erlang bought for you with his own money. I know that the eldest brother is learning to shoot, so I asked Zheng Jiulang to help introduce the best craftsman in Xingyang, and made this Erlong Play Pearl for you, and please don't dislike it. ”

Yang Shouwen opened the package and saw that it was a bow sac made of black rhinoceros skin.

Opening the bow sac, he took out the Erlong Play Bead.

The bow was made of fine oak wood and was wound with cow tendons. All over black. on the bow. Carved Double Dragon.

"This bow requires three stone forces to open. Iron armor can be pierced within 100 steps. ”

Yang Shouwen couldn't help but play with it, a bright smile appeared on his delicate face, and he stretched out his hand and rubbed Yang Rui's head fiercely.

"Erlang, thank you!"

When Yang Rui heard this, he immediately smiled.

"Big brother, this is the sachet that the slave made for you."

Yang Qingnu was not willing to be lonely, and handed a sachet to Yang Shouwen.

The sachet looks a bit big, and the pattern on it also looks ...... But you can see it. This is embroidered by Yang Qingnu himself.

With a feeling of emotion in his heart, he reached out and picked up the green slave, pressed it against her forehead, and said softly: "The slave is really ingenious, and the eldest brother likes it very much." ”

"Hee-hee, the slave knows that the eldest brother must like it."

Next, Jeddah sent a water rein, while Song sent a hand-sewn garment.

Yang Jasmine was the funniest, and she actually took half a chicken and gave it to Yang Shouwen. But Yang Shouwen knows. For Jasmine Yang, food is the most precious gift. Don't look at this half chicken is ridiculous. But it represents Yang Jasmine's heart.

"Son, my aunt doesn't have anything good.

I see you making a slingshot on weekdays, so I found Chen Musheng and built one for you according to the slingshot you usually use, and I hope you can like it. ”

The slingshot, made of iron, also has a statue of a lion on it. A bow bag made of fine rhinoceros leather, with three strands of cow tendon on both sides. Yang Shouwen tried it, and this slingshot had at least one stone's strength.

Within twenty steps, with iron pellets, Yang Shouwen believed that he could crush the stubborn stone.

"Auntie, thank you!"

After everyone gave gifts, it was Yang Chenglie's turn in the end.

He walked in front of Yang Shouwen and said softly: "Son, you are now double ten, if you follow the rules of the clan, at your age, you should be given words by the elders." However, your mother thought of the words for you when you were born. Now I can officially talk to you, and I hope you will not live up to your mother's teachings to you. ”

Table characters have a very important meaning in ancient times.

Generally speaking, with the word table, it means that you are an adult and need to take responsibility.

"What did my mother choose for me?"

Yang Shouwen was also very curious, and couldn't help but ask.

Yang Chenglie said with a smile: "There is a text in your name, and there is a cloud in the twenty-fifth year of the Zuo Chuan Zhaogong: five chapters to Feng Wucolor, so your mother took the word for you: Qingzhi." ”

Yang Shouwen, Yang Qingzhi?

Sounds good, Yang Shouwen couldn't help but smile.

According to the annotations of later generations: the text of green and red. The name Yang Qingzhi must be derived from this sentence.

Yang Shouwen struggled to stand up, and then knelt in front of Yang Chenglie with the support of Yang and Song.

"The child must remember the teachings of his mother."

The smile on Yang Chenglie's face was even stronger, and he nodded again and again, and stepped forward to help him up.

"Twenty years later, my son has become an adult.

Yesterday, your mother also dreamed with me, saying that she liked your "Journey to the West" very much. However, she asked me to tell you that you are soft on the outside and strong on the inside. It is necessary to know that rigidity cannot be sustained, softness cannot be kept, and rigidity and softness are the long-term way. ”

Is this sentence from Yang Chenglie, or is it really Zheng Sanniang's dream?

Yang Shouwen didn't know.

But he knew that Yang Chenglie was reminding him not to be too stubborn sometimes, and to take a step back and open the sky.

Understand what you understand, but you don't always have to do it.

However, Yang Shouwen still looked respectful, "Keep it in mind." ”

"Alright, let's take a look at the gift that Father has in store for you."

After Yang Chenglie finished speaking, he laughed, stepped forward and helped Yang Shouwen to the table, pointed to the tray on the table and said, "Son, open it and take a look?" ”

Yang Shouwen glanced at him, and then looked at everyone.

Taking a deep breath, he reached out and lifted the red cloth on the tray, but he was stunned for a moment.

In that tray was a stack of books. The smell of ink on the book is still there, apparently just printed......

"What is this?"

Yang Shouwen picked up a book suspiciously, and after glancing at the cover, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

The book is a line-bound book, with black letters on a blue background, with the words 'Journey to the West' written on it, and the word 'Qingzhi' written on the inscription.

Journey to the West, a book?

Yang Shouwen looked at Yang Chenglie suddenly, and saw Yang Chenglie looking at him with a smile and nodding slightly. (To be continued......)

PS: Finally arrived at the State Guest House, the Henan Writers Association Congress.

There are three more, it may be a little later, everyone forgive me.