Ning Zhiyuan has a week off.

Early in the morning, I went to the farmers' market with a vegetable basket to buy vegetables. When the vegetable stall owner saw him, he beckoned, handsome guy, are you here to buy vegetables again? The two thorns that just arrived today are good, buy some wow? Ning Zhiyuan looked at the verdant and dripping two wattle strips on the vegetable stall, which were really fresh and tender, and asked, how much is a catty? The stall owner handed over a plastic bag and replied, two pieces of five. He replied, "It's almost two." In the end, the two discussed the transaction of two yuan, one dime and one catty, and he leaned over to pick it up.

The vegetable stall owner asked, I see that you come to buy vegetables on time at this point every day, and you don't work at such a young age? While choosing the dishes, he joked that his wife was responsible for finding money, and I was responsible for housework. The owner of the vegetable stall laughed and said, "It's really a bit like it, no matter how cheap the vegetables are, you have to cut the price, and I really can't take you with this small business." He smiled and said, his wife is working hard to find money. An uncle who sells fish next to him handed over a message, and his life is different, unlike us who get up at five o'clock in the morning to run the wholesale market, and then stay here for a day, and I am so tired that my whole body is falling apart!

Ning Zhiyuan asked with concern, how much can you earn in a day? The fish seller replied that if the business is good, he can earn nearly 200 yuan, and if the business is not good, 100 yuan will be the sky. He smiled and said, it's not bad, it's better than farming at home. The owner of the vegetable stall said that in the past, most of the people who came to buy vegetables were from the city, but now the villagers have also begun to buy vegetables and eat, and they also pick the ones that are sold at high prices.

After weighing the vegetables and paying for them, he walked back to see where there were fresh seasonal vegetables on the market. At this time, an eldest lady squatted in a corner, with a few green cabbage heads and a few handfuls of pea tips in front of her, silently watching the passers-by.

He walked over, squatted down and asked, Auntie, is this your family's own vegetables? The eldest lady smiled and replied, yes, the baby went out to work, and the old man and I grew some vegetables at home to sell and earn some pocket money. He estimated that the price of this dish was only ten yuan according to the vegetable stall, and watched the cold wind blow the lady's gray hair, so he asked, the eldest lady hasn't eaten yet. The eldest lady replied, we countrymen are hungry, so we can buy a steamed bun when the vegetables are sold. He pointed to the dish and said, I bought it all, I don't need to weigh it, can I give you 20 yuan? The eldest lady hurriedly said, if it weren't that much, eight or nine yuan would be enough. He took out twenty yuan and handed it over, and said, just twenty, auntie, you should go back early, it's cold. The eldest lady happily wrapped the dishes for him, and said with a smile, my grandson didn't go to school today with a cold, I'll go buy some meat and go back, thank you, young man.

After buying vegetables, he turned around and walked back, thinking to himself, this farmers' market is a barometer of economic development and the living standards of the people, and now when he returns to the Propaganda Department, he will start to study these. Passing by Xinhua Bookstore, I walked in, Yunshi was still early after school, you can read the book and then go back to practice, there is still time to do it.

When he was leaning on the bookcase and concentrating on reading, he was tapped on the shoulder, looked up, and shouted in surprise, Director Shi, you also come to read the book. Shi Lingling said with a smile on his face, what a coincidence, I also said that I came to your office to look for you, I recently found a teapot, I want you to take a look. Ning Zhiyuan looked at the time and said, Okay, go now.

When he came to the cultural center, Shi Lingling took out a package from the cupboard, and after unraveling it layer by layer, he saw a delicate blue and white wine jug, dark gray in color, about some years old. Ning Zhiyuan picked up the wine jug and carefully discerned the pottery pattern and glaze. After about a while, he shook his head and said, I have no opinion on ceramics, so you should point your fingers. Shi Lingling replied, I found a few experts to see, it should be the Jingdezhen kiln firing products in the middle of the Qing Dynasty. He picked up the wine jug again, looked at it, put it down, and said with a smile, Brother Shi, it's better to ask for a good pot of tea to drink, your tea-making skills are a must. Shi Zero-zero grinned and went to the back room.

When he came out, Shi Lingling looked serious, using a tray containing tea leaves, a boiling kettle, a small cup of tea, and a coarse porcelain bowl. Ning Zhiyuan asked curiously, soak in a bowl? Shi Lingling nodded and began to get busy.

Ning Zhiyuan saw that the tea leaves were the usual red robes, and this tea bowl was very special. The texture is coarse and the color is dark white, as if it has not been used for a long time. Shi Lingling slowly poured boiling water, and where the water passed, the color of the bowl slowly turned dark red and shiny. He clapped his hands and praised, this time it was really an eye-opener.

Shi Lingling said, the ancients often use a bowl to open the soup, the bowl of tea dissipates heat quickly and is not easy to be stuffy, the Tang people boil tea to the green cup for the Shang, the Song people order tea to the black cup is expensive, no matter what, the bowl brewing method can be randomly drunk tea anytime and anywhere, as long as there is a pot and a bowl, you can enjoy the beauty of the fragrance of the face, last year I went to Suzhou to participate in the National Conference of Cultural Curators, with the old Dehua spoon, silver chopsticks and blue and white bowl to soak in Longjing, very suitable for Suzhou and Hangzhou style.

Ning Zhiyuan rose up with admiration and admiration, took a sip, and suddenly felt a little snowflakes fluttering, as if he saw the sky full of stars. During the tea, he mentioned that he had returned to the Propaganda Department after his temporary post. Shi Lingling lowered his head and sipped tea, as if he didn't hear what he said, and said to himself, the mountains are high and the water is flowing, and he has time to drink idle tea.

Ning Zhiyuan carried the vegetable basket and walked out of the gate of the cultural center, thinking to himself, Lao Shi is afraid that the clay pot is out of sight, but the tea bowl is a real treasure.