Zhong Weiwei wilted and divided the squeezed tea leaves into balls, then put them in a clay pot, and slowly pounded them with a wooden pestle the thickness of his arm.

A ball of the best tea, from the beginning of the pounding to the success, need to add water sixteen times, each time until all the water added is dry.

She did it patiently and meticulously, and her palms were full of fine bubbles and she didn't want to stop.

Ge Xiangjun brought someone to help her, and said distressedly: "If you continue like this, your hands will be wasted, you just have to keep an eye on when you should add water, when the tea is ready, and let others do the hard work." ”

Zhong Weiwei really couldn't lift his arms anymore, so he sat down and watched the palace people pound the tea.

Ge Xiangjun sat aside with her and asked her in a low voice: "When the first emperor was alive before, didn't he deliberately pick a few skilled people to help you make tea?" What about people? Why don't you call them along? ”

Zhong Weiwei smiled bitterly: "You forgot, the first emperor fell ill this spring, and Wan'an Palace said that he drank too much tea soup, and he was not allowed to make tea, and he drove everyone away." I don't know where I'm going now, but I'm going to call someone. ”

Ge Xiangjun also sighed with her: "Ask Your Majesty, go and ask Your Majesty." ”

"There isn't much tea this time, let's talk about it next time." Zhong Weiwei frowned bitterly.

She offended Chonghua again, Chonghua didn't scold and embarrassed her, even if she was fine, where would she give her manpower? If you can get through it, get through it first.

It takes the most time to grind tea, and it is already night after grinding.

Zhong Weiwei grabbed the ground tea ball, kneaded and shook it like kneading dough, and confirmed that it was indeed uniform and delicate, so he put the tea ball into a silver mold and pressed it.

The last step is baking, Zhong Wei only has the ancestral exclusive baking secret method, so he refuses to let people help.

Because it was late at night, no one came to disturb her.

Tim Fu didn't know how to light the fire, making the fire bigger and smaller, Zhong Wei simply drove her away, and rolled up his sleeves by himself.

However, it is necessary to burn the fire, pass the water and roast the tea, and it is inevitable to be in a hurry.

While he was sweating profusely, the door to the small kitchen creaked open.

Chonghua came in indifferently, didn't say a word, squatted down and took the bellows to light the fire.

Zhong Weiwei didn't expect him to come again, and as soon as he appeared, he was wearing a dragon robe and pulling the bellows to light the fire for her, which was really a strange scene.

"Do you want to muddy the tea? If you're confused, you'll pay for it next year. ”

Chonghua glared at him fiercely, Zhong Weiwei quickly jumped up and concentrated on dealing with the tea cakes.

Her tea-making method has never been concealed.

He used to be her best tea-making partner, and they worked together so well that they only needed one look at each other to know what they meant.

The fragrance of tea is getting stronger, the sky is getting whiter, Chonghua extinguishes the fire, gets up and leaves.

"Your Majesty......" Zhong Weiwei couldn't help but stop him, trying to persuade him not to do anything during the day and make up for his sleep.

She herself stayed up for two days and two nights to make tea, and only rested for one or two hours in between, Chonghua also stayed up with her for two days, and she had to stay up to deal with government affairs during the day, presumably he was also very sleepy.

Chonghua said arrogantly: "Don't be sentimental, I just hope to make the best use of it, so that you can practice your tea skills well, and maybe one day you will be able to defeat Mei Xun and be ashamed." After all, our country of Liguo relies on tea to eat. ”

Well, make the most of your own passions.

Zhong Weiwei lowered his eyes and said softly: "The minister just wants to tell Your Majesty that when the first emperor was alive before, he had carefully selected a group of skilled workers to make tea.

If Your Majesty wants to defeat Dongling, it is better to bring this group of people back to help the ministers, so that Your Majesty does not have to go into battle in person, you are the Son of Heaven, and this kind of rough work is not suitable for you to do. ”

Chonghua sneered: "Zhong Weiwei, you are really bold enough." Some people love to make tea, some people love tea, some people love famous knives, some people love calligraphy and painting, I like to make tea and drink tea, do you want to care? ”

Yan snorted coldly and brushed his sleeves away.

Zhong Weiwei hurriedly said: "Otherwise, it will be the same if you return Xiaotang to the minister." ”

Chonghua's back was cold and hard, and she didn't know if he listened or not.

Not long after, the crisp whip sounded, Zhong Weiwei looked out through the crack in the window, and saw Chonghua sitting on top of the high dragon chariot, his expression was indifferent and unattainable.

It seems that the Chonghua who squatted in front of the stove just now to help her pull the bellows, light the fire, carry the pot, and carry the water was her Nanke dream.

At dawn, Zhong Weiwei packed up the tea cakes, baked the cigarettes and colored them, and took the fan to puff wildly.

The last fan fell, she fell back, lay down in Tianfu's arms and hummed: "I can't do it, I can't do it, hurry up and get me back to the room, I want to sleep." ”

Seeing that her face was pale, Tian Fu was so frightened that he shouted loudly, Li Anren had been waiting outside with someone, and when he heard the voice, he came in and commanded someone to carry Zhong Weiwei back to the room.

Zhong Weiwei's eyelids weighed as much as a thousand catties, and before she fell asleep, she only heard Li Anren ask in a trance: "Doctor, how is her pulse?" ”

The imperial doctor came very quickly, she came as soon as she fell, Chonghua had expected it, and she really made the best use of it, why is this body getting worse and worse?

Zhong Weiwei sighed and fell asleep.

She was so tired that even when she fell asleep, she was not stable, and she was always dreaming, and the dream was still about the past.

She dreamed that her father-in-law died, Zhong Hao fell ill, and she urgently needed Tianyuan Dan, she couldn't find Chonghua, so she could only ask her mother.

The master told her with a gloomy face, "Is the Tianyuan Dan so good? Your stepfather saved all the pills that were given to your brother and sister, causing him to get sick but not find a medicine, which is why he died so early. ”

Senior Sister Zhong happily sat aside and gently persuaded her mother: "A-Niang, don't blame her, she has no choice, she can't watch Zhong Hao die, right?"

Didn't you find out last time that Mr. Wen had one in his house? Let's go and beg him, spend a lot of money to buy him, and let him save Zhong Hao's life. ”

The master sneered: "Have you forgotten how much silver the Wen family needs to sell?" 30,000 taels may not be willing to sell, your father only left the books on the first floor, how much money do we orphans and widows have? Do you want to get married? Do I want to live anymore? ”

Zhong Yuan twitched in her arms, and every time she twitched, she felt a heart-rending pain.

She begged her mother bitterly: "Master, I can make tea, they all say that the tea I make is very good, I can sell it for money, I will give you a pension for the elderly, I will earn money for the senior sister as a dowry, please save Zhong Yuan, he is so pitiful." ”

The master looked at her coldly and annoyedly: "I'm not a hard-hearted person, it's not impossible for me to save Zhong Hao, but you have to promise me one condition." ”

She was willing to kill her at that time, and nodded busily: "You say." (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )