After walking for a long time, I suddenly saw a gurgling stream, flowing out from between the mountains and greenery, trickling and flowing, along the wrong stones, meandering, ding ding dong, flowing downstream, and the group continued to move forward along the upstream of the stream.

As the saying goes, "there are mountains without water and monotony, there are water without mountains and boring, and there are mountains and rivers are wonderful".

The villager who was walking at the forefront stopped, and the grandmother took Xu Ye's hand, "It's here, this is the Tea Tree King." ”

Xu Ye looked up at the 1,000-year-old ancient tea tree, as if time had stood still. This ancient tea tree is more than 10 meters high, and grows in a crown shape scattered in all directions, with a large shade area, and the tender green tea leaves exude a unique fragrance.

You must know that a tea tree grows normally for 500 years before it grows to the same height as an adult. The villagers said that if this mountain did not belong to the alpine mountains, the heavy ice and snow often bent and broke the branches at the top of the tea trees every year, and the tea tree king would have grown taller.

Just beside this tea tree king, there are still more than 2,000 of her children and grandchildren, and the tea sea is green and full of vitality. The King of Tea Tree stands on the top of the mountain like Optimus Prime, guarding this place favored by the tea ancestors, guarding the children and grandchildren of tea, collecting the aura of heaven and earth, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, without any carving, exuding the beauty of pure and natural nature.

It is the imprint of time for thousands of years, after thousands of years of time, it is still immovable, flourishing, intensively cultivated between heaven and earth, and feasting on the four seasons. The crown of the King of Tea Trees is like a large umbrella stretched out high into the clouds, and a section near the ground is covered with moss, which is the root of the King of Tea Trees and the roots of the tea farmers.

After visiting the Tea Tree King, everyone went to the villagers' homes to take a rest. Along the road, many ancient tea trees grow in the crevices of shallow stones and cliffs, and they will fall off the cliffs if they are not careful.

Along the way, the grandfather vividly told the original relationship with the ancient tea tree when he was young. When he was twenty-four years old, there was a drought in the mountains, and the bamboo on the periphery of the primeval forest died, so the people in the village had the opportunity to enter the depths of the Daxue Mountain.

In this silent and uninhabited valley, these camellias bloom and fall spontaneously, they are so plain, so natural. They bloom over and over again, and they wither over and over again, without the joy of life and death.

Just as Wang Yangming said: When you don't see this flower, this flower and you will die together; When you look at this flower, the color of this flower is immediately understood.

Grandpa at that time he learned to brake the green, but it was not easy, the iron pot was heated on the pot at a high temperature of hundreds of degrees and constantly stir-fried the tea leaves with his hands, his fingers were scalded and bent and could not be straightened at all, and the next day every finger was blistered, and it was difficult to even eat with chopsticks. Since then, whenever my grandfather has a cup of tea, I know how much hardship the tea farmers have paid for this cup of tea, and every bud and leaf has condensed the sweat of the tea pickers.

Chatting and chatting, I came to a small old village, as if it was not turning on the wheel of history. The families of the villagers are busy in the house knocking on the fire in the stone furnace to try new tea, the fresh leaves of the ancient tea trees are spread on the ground, the finishing machine next to it rumbles, the firewood is burning underneath, and the machine is drying bamboo shoots while spitting out the fresh leaves that have been finished. Hold a handful of hot tea leaves and smell it, the heat is big, and there is a slight smell of burning.

Xu Ye was very shocked when he smelled the strong smell of the bitter tea when it was withered and killed, it was a kind of breath that could not be described as "fresh and soft" at all, it seemed to bring many rough and tenacious things from the soil, and gathered thousands of wildfire frenzy, until it was picked, it still exhaled vitality regardless of it.

Xu Ye couldn't help but taste a young tea tree leaf, only slightly bitter when chewing, followed by a cool and refreshing fragrance in his mouth, which made people unforgettable.

A few villagers are busy kneading the finished tea leaves into a cord-like shape, and a few female relatives are skillfully pressing the dried tea into cakes and tea in the traditional stone grinding method.

The house was full of aroma, and grandma took a few purple tea cakes from the shelf next to her and showed them to Xu Ye, "This is a rare and precious small species of Purple Bud Guanyin in the country!" There are only six trees to be found in the entire primeval forest! There is a record in the "Book of Tea" written by Lu Yu, the tea saint of the Tang Dynasty: "Tea, the purple is on the top, and the green is second; The wild ones are up, and the gardeners are second; The bamboo shoots are on the top, and the buds are second. The price of such a superb tea is at least ten times higher than that of green tea! ”

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