Lin Jing straightened his clothes, put Xiaobai in his arms, made a gesture, and said, "This master, the kid is disturbed." I would like to ask how far is it to the nearest village?"

The middle-aged man saw that Lin Jing had a delicate face, a bright spirit, and a polite demeanor, but when he saw that he was in a dusty manner, dressed plainly, with black hair tied behind his head, and a little white rabbit with him, he was secretly surprised and replied: "More than fifty miles ahead is Wutong Town." I wonder where you're going?"

Lin Jing replied again: "The kid wants to go to Guilin Mansion to save his relatives, but the road is far away and he has lost his direction. Thank you for telling me. After speaking, Lin Jing took half a step back to the side of the road and walked forward along the road.

Just after taking a few steps, a shout came from behind him: "Little friend, stay!"

Lin Jing turned around and saw the middle-aged man who had just spoken, getting out of the carriage and walking towards Lin Jing with the support of a small maid. The man wears a crimson coat, a bowler black hat, and a folding fan in his hand, which is quite elegant.

"Xiaoyou, I'm just going to Wutong Town to do business, if you don't dislike it, it's better for you and me to go together. The man said with a smile.

This old man and I don't know each other, why do you want to go with me? Lin Jing was thinking about it, and then he heard the man say: "Little friend, I am Zhang Fenghai from Shanxi, and I met you at first sight today, so I was invited, and I had no other intention. ”

Zhang Fenghai obviously saw that Lin Jing was a little hesitant, and when he said this, it made Lin Jing feel embarrassed. Looking at his face, it didn't look like he had bad intentions, Lin Jing said, "That kid thanked him here first." Although Lin Jing was born in the countryside, his manners and deeds were inappropriate and polite, thanks to the careful teaching of his father Lin Kun. When Lin Jing played with little playmates such as tiger girls when he was a child, he always looked like a pedant, which made people laugh at that time, but at this moment, he was presentable.

Zhang Fenghai took Lin Jing to the carriage and motioned for the little maid to help him get into the carriage.

The little maid understood, and said with a smile: "Childe, please." She gently held Lin Jing's right arm and said softly, "Childe, be careful." ”

Lin Jing glanced at her, his face turned red, and said, "Thank you sister for your help." He had planned to get into the carriage himself, but after all, he was young, and the carriage was over his chest, and it would have to take a lot of work, so it was better to let her help him than to make a mess.

"It's good for Childe to call me a little affection. Xiaoqing laughed while helping Lin Jing into the carriage, she had a goose egg face, which was not beautiful, but laughing made people feel very comfortable and useful. After Xiaoqing helped Zhang Fenghai to get into the carriage, he also followed, and only after the two of them sat firmly in the carriage did he signal the coachman to hurry.

Lin Jing opened the curtain of the carriage and couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw the scene inside. The carriage looks plain from the outside, but inside the carriage is very different: the floor is covered with white tiger skins, there are a few pear blossom wood grain chairs, and the walls of the carriage are grooved, framed with danqing and calligraphy, like an elegant small hall.

After Xiaoqing entered the carriage, he stretched out his hand to open the hidden compartment on the wall and took out a few things from it. Among them are two cups with blue and white patterns and a white porcelain pot from Xingyao.

It's a tea set!

Xiao Qing then took out tea leaves and firearms from other secret compartments, and actually boiled tea in this carriage.

Where did Lin Jing see this battle, and he couldn't help but be a little apprehensive, at this time Zhang Fenghai said: "Little friend, I don't know your name yet?"

"Oh! The boy's surname is Lin, and his single name is a Jing character. Lin Jing replied.

"Lin Xiaoyou, you don't seem to be a local, don't blame me for asking more, why don't you see your family accompanying you?" asked Zhang Fenghai.

Lin Jing's heart was sour, and he didn't know how to answer.

Just when he was embarrassed, Xiaoqing poured the boiled tea into the cup, handed it to Zhang Fenghai and Lin Jing, and said with a smile: "Master, son, this is Dali's Pu'er, I hope Xiaoqing's tea art will not spoil the charm of tea." ”

"Yes, Lin Xiaoyou, you should be tired too, taste tea and rest for a while. Zhang Fenghai said loudly, he observed his words and looks, and saw that Lin Jing was unwilling to reveal his identity, and he was no longer reluctant.

Lin Jing took the tea and looked at Xiao Qing gratefully, he didn't want others to know that his parents were dead, but if he didn't answer or made up lies, it would be bad after all, and Xiao Qing brought this topic over at the right time.

When it comes to Yunnan tea, the number one is naturally Pu'er. The craftsmanship of Xiaoqing is even more wonderful, the freshly picked Pu'er tea leaves are boiled appropriately, the entrance is refreshing, bitter and sweet, there is both the fragrance of tea, and the aftertaste of tea, which can not help but make people applaud.

Zhang Fenghai held the tea lid in one hand and the teacup in the other, closed his eyes, and was savoring. Although Lin Jing doesn't know anything about the tea ceremony, he grew up in Liujia Village since he was a child, and every household grows Pu'er, and he always has to drink a few cups every day.

Zhang Fenghai closed his eyes, but he was muttering in his heart: Although this child has an extraordinary appearance, his speech and demeanor are not outstanding. Could it be that I, Zhang, have lost my eyes this time?

He shook his head slowly, opened his eyes, and saw Lin Jing holding the tea bowl, quietly reminiscing about the aftertaste of tea, his eyes were clear and peaceful.

"Xiaoyou, do you know Pu'er?" Zhang Fenghai exclaimed, he is a connoisseur of tea tasting, especially the Pu'er of Yunnan. Although Pu'er is not as clear as Longjing and lacks the sweetness of jasmine, it has a unique mellow flavor and indescribable taste.

Lin Jing is just a boy with a drooping hair, and he can appreciate the mellowness of Pu'er, which is by no means something that ordinary children can do. Zhang Fenghai was overjoyed, I really didn't look away!

Lin Jing shook his head and said, "I don't understand tea, let alone Pu'er." It's just that my mother makes tea every day, and the tea made by Sister Xiaoqing is very similar to the tea made by my mother. ”

"Little brother, who is your mother? Where are you now? Can you lead me to meet you?" Zhang Fenghai asked excitedly, his good impression of Lin Jing increased greatly, and even his title was changed.

You must know that Zhang Fenghai has three hobbies in his life, and the first place is tea tasting, and in the past few decades, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has tasted all the world's famous teas. And when it comes to the skill of cooking Pu'er, there are not many who can be appreciated by him, and the petty love is really one in a million. can travel all over the southern provinces, but he has only met Xiaoqing, which he regrets. Now that I heard that the tea made by Lin Jingniang was not a small feeling, it was no wonder that my excitement was overflowing.

"My mother's ...... She...... Passed away. Lin Jing said softly.

"Ahh Zhang Fenghai was stunned and said with emotion: No wonder he is young, but he has a sense of vicissitudes, it turns out that there are many stories behind it.

"Little brother, I don't know if you know anything about this tea?" Zhang Fenghai paused slightly and continued to ask.

Lin Jing shook his head and said, "I just drank the tea made by my mother, but I don't know anything about making tea. ”

When Zhang Fenghai heard this, he was greatly disappointed, but he knocked on the side and asked several questions one after another, and found that Lin Jing was not lying, and he was indeed a layman, so he gave up.

"Xiaoqing, change the outfit of this little friend. Zhang Fenghai looked a little tired and said, "Xiaoyou, I'm a little tired, you might as well have more refreshments." After speaking, Zhang Fenghai lay on the chair and closed his eyes for a rest, his eyebrows and eyes still difficult to hide his disappointed look.

"Xiaoqing serves the son to change clothes. Xiao Qing was still smiling so gently, holding a set of brand-new and neat Taoist robes that he didn't know from which secret compartment, and said sweetly to Lin Jing.

"I ...... This ......" asked a woman to change her clothes for herself, Lin Jing suddenly blushed, her hands subconsciously clenched her clothes, and she was speechless for a while.

"Childe, Wutong Town is an important town in our Qing Dynasty, if a man doesn't shave his braids, he will get into a lot of trouble. Xiaoqing said softly while gently taking off Lin Jing's coat: "Although the son may not take it to heart, why bother with these little things." ”

Xiaoqing's gentle words seemed to have a kind of magic, which made Lin Jing unable to refuse, he looked at Xiaoqing blankly, but his thoughts had already flown back to Liujia Village: After a long night, he woke up occasionally and saw his mother sewing clothes under the dim oil lamp, and couldn't help but call softly. At that time, my mother also smiled so gently and coaxed herself to sleep with soft words......

"Mother!" Lin Jing couldn't help but call softly, his eyes were already full of tears.

"Childe thinks of his mother. Xiao Qing had already put on a robe for Lin Jing at this time, and when she saw him like this, she said softly.

"Ah......" Lin Jing's thoughts were interrupted, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, seeing that the clothes on his body had been changed, he was speechless for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

"Childe is still young, don't be sad and hurt your body. The words of relief were nothing special, but they made Lin Jing very useful, and he felt that the emotions of longing had really diminished a little.