When the new house is completed, slowly, it will be the end of the fifth year of Yuanguang.

And Han Yansheng gradually felt that the lives of the three of them were stretched to the point of being stretched. Her fairy master not only has a fairy demeanor, but also a fairy heart. Although the medical skills are extremely clever, if you see a patient who is poor, don't talk about the admission fee, sometimes you have to paste the medicine yourself. It's not that this is bad, it's just that if this continues, the poorest people in this village will not be others, but their three masters and apprentices.

Money is not everything, but no money is everything. Sure enough, this sentence is the truth wherever it goes. Han Yansheng thought that if he couldn't throttle, he could only make an idea from open source.

And when it comes to open source, since she came to the Western Han Dynasty, she has a heart disease.

She was influenced by her mother when she was young, and she was most fond of tea. It's almost to the point of "you can't live without this gentleman for a day". It's just that the cake and tea of the Han Dynasty really don't enter her mouth. It is the most expensive Qishan tea that Xiao Fang drinks, and in her opinion, it is too rough and bitter.

Because of this, from the very beginning, she was counting on starting with hojicha. Not only can you give yourself favor, but you can also please the master, and you can also earn some money, why not? It was only when my body gradually improved and my hands were free that I realized that things were not as simple as I imagined. Don't say that she only knows how to drink tea, but she only knows a little about the baking technology of tea. That is, she understands, and she needs to know that in these years, the origin of tea trees is only in the Bashu area, and it will slowly spread to Jingchu, as for other places, there is no habit of planting tea at this time.

And it took her a lot of effort to find a tea garden on the mountain side near Chang'an City. took the tide to ask, but the owner of the garden looked her up and down a few times, and said, "Now that it is winter, tea picking is in spring and summer, and Mrs. came at this time, wouldn't it be in vain to come here?" ”

"Not necessarily." Han Yansheng smiled, the green leaves of spring tea were soft, and the taste was fresh; Summer tea is mostly purple and bitter, and as for winter tea, the taste is mellow and the aroma is strong, which is also very good.

"That being the case," the owner of the garden smiled dejectedly, "In fact, the climate in Chang'an is not suitable for producing tea, and the tea trees in my garden are not growing well." If Madame really wants it, just pick it at will. Anyway, if the winter tea tree is not valuable, there is no need to pay extra. ”

"Thank you, sir." Han Yansheng was very happy.

The weather is still fine on the day, the mountains are full of awe-inspiring shrubs and small-leaved tea trees, in winter, the tea garden is empty, very lonely. Han Yansheng picks those with full color and luster, and picks one heart and one leaf.

"What are you doing with this?" Lang Chao was waiting impatiently on the side, and asked in a muffled voice.

"Let's go back and make tea." She replied.

"Tea?" Lang Chao was stunned, then remembered the black Qishan tea that Xiao Fang often drank, frowned in disgust, and said, "There are still at home, why are you so troublesome." ”

Han Yansheng smiled, turned around and reassured, "Okay, it's almost ready." Be good at the tide, go back and I'll cook for you. ”

Lang Chao looked at her suspiciously, and actually asked her very bluntly, "Will you do it?" Han Yan sneered, "If you have the ability, you just don't eat it then." ”

He was stunned for a moment, and finally knew that he had offended someone, so he hurriedly flattered, "Sister Yansheng, I'll help you carry this grass leaf back." ”

She chuckled.

After the Tang Dynasty, the tea making method was nothing more than several processes of finishing, rolling and drying. Han Yansheng divided the tea leaves into three parts, in case the groping failed. Fortunately, the kitchen of Xiao Mansion was built according to her strict requirements, and all the equipment was complete.

She stir-fried the tea tree leaves in a pot to remove the moisture. It is kneaded into shape, slowly air-dried, and finally gently roasted. In the middle, due to the problem of mastering the heat, I failed twice, and finally for the last time, I roasted the tea that I was barely satisfied with.

On this day, Xiao Fang was reading a book in the study, and when he heard Han Yansheng's footsteps walking on the corridor, he smiled. At these times, he also knew some of Han Yansheng's tricks and tricks to make waves, but he didn't say anything to see what tricks they could make.

"Master—" Han Yansheng kicked the door open, and his voice dragged out. She held a tea tray in her hand, on which was a cup of tea, and there was a slight smell of water.

Xiao Fang was a little amused, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Master, I heard that you are light and light-winded, only fond of tea, and you don't drink Qishan tea," Han Yan sat kneeling in front of the desk and glanced at the tea cup in his hand, "Yes or no?" ”

He picked up his tea, "So what?" ”

"Nothing." She pretended to be fine, picked up the teacup she had brought, slowly lifted the lid, and took a sip. The faint aroma of tea slowly diffused in the study.

"Look at your Qishan tea, it's black, bitter and astringent, and it doesn't taste good at first glance. Right? ”

Xiao Fang's hand holding the tea suddenly became a little stiff, the corners of his mouth twitched faintly, and he glanced at the tea cup in his hand without a trace.

Han Yansheng smiled, held the tea cup in his hand in front of him, and said, "This is the hand-copied tea that I picked back from the tea garden with Langchao, and I stayed in the kitchen for many days before I developed it, you can taste it." ”

He looked at it casually, the fingers holding the tea cup were slender and slender, like cherry blossoms floating on the water, and in the white cup, the green and lovely tea leaves were leaf-shaped, slowly sinking, the soup was bright, and the tea fragrance was fragrant.

He coughed and gently pushed her hand away, "Can you get me another drink?" ”

"Huh?" She asked in surprise, only then did she realize that she had already drunk this tea, her face was slightly red, and she jumped up and said, "You wait a minute." He hurried out of the door, and when he came in again, he had an extra pot of boiling water and a teacup.

"Actually, this brewing method is not as sweet as the tea boiling method," she said slowly, smiling and putting a pinch of baked tea into the cup, pouring boiling water into it, shaking it, he wanted to take it, but she shook her head, filtered the water, and then replaced it with a round of boiling water, respectfully pushing it in front of him.

He picked up the cup, strained the few tea leaves floating on it with the lid of the cup, tasted it, and felt that the entrance was delicious and a little bitter, but it gradually turned into a sweet one, lingering at the corners of his lips.

"How?" Han Yan asked excitedly.

Xiao Fang smiled unconsciously, "Very good." Teasing his thoughts, he touched Han Yansheng's hair.

"Nasty, don't touch my hair." Han Yansheng said angrily, and suddenly his face changed, with a little sadness.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Fang was a little uneasy and asked.

"Nothing." She forced a smile, "Just remembering a friend." "In the past, Ji Danka also liked to play with her hair, and she was crazy every time she was teased, and she said angrily, not allowed to touch my hair, but now that I think about it, the tone is exactly the same as just now.

Perhaps, Shan Ka is also in a corner of the ancient Western Han Dynasty, Han Yansheng remembered the car accident, Kaka hugged her, the pain raged on every cell, as if she died and lived and died and died, she shook her head, it was a nightmare that she never wanted to think of again.

Newly made winter tea, Han Yansheng remembered his commitment to making the tide. Re-entered the kitchen and cooked a few small dishes according to the oil cooking method of later generations, sent one to Xiao Fang and the tide room, and carried another one together with a pound of homemade hand-copied tea, and came to the village north of the mother's house happily.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Aunt Shen was very happy to see Han Yansheng. He smiled and said, "When my daughter goes back to her parents' house, she will be happy when she comes back." What else do you bring? ”

"Not really. I made something new," she smiled, "and I brought it to my mother and little tiger to taste." ”

Watching her bring out a plate of dishes full of color and aroma, Aunt Shen was stunned and wondered, "How is this done?" ”

In the early years of the Western Han Dynasty, people generally made boiled dishes, and the taste was bland, and he had never seen such an attractive delicacy. Aunt Shen was still patient, and on the side, Xiaohuzi had already cheered and pounced directly. Aunt Shen hurriedly grabbed him and said with a smile, "Slow down, slow down, it's not that I won't give you food." Only then did she wait aggrievedly for Aunt Shen to take out the dishes and chopsticks, and immediately pinched him and looked at the most coveted plate of braised pork. The taste in his mouth was so delicious and mellow that he almost swallowed his tongue. vaguely praised, "Delicious, delicious." My sister is the best. ”

Aunt Shen also took a sip, "The taste is indeed very good." However, it seems to be a little different from the usual dishes. ”

"Hmm," Han Yansheng said with a grin, "This is a dish cooked in oil." At the same time, boiling is not the same. ”

Xiaohuzi had a big meal, wiped his mouth, and looked at Han Yansheng with admiration, "Even Wenlelou's craftsmanship is probably not as good as my sister." ”

Han Yansheng sneered, pulled the handkerchief and wiped it carefully for him, and asked, "What Wenle Building?" ”

"Wenle Lou is the most famous restaurant in Chang'an City." Aunt Shen replied.

The godmother's house is bitter and there is no special tea set, Han Yansheng made two bowls of tea for them in the soup bowl, Shen Hu looked at the green tea slowly unfolding in the bowl with fascination, and liked it very much, and said casually, "Sister, we have never drunk tea." ”

Han Yan's voice was shocked, and then she thought that tea was still a luxury person's supplies in the Western Han Dynasty (such as her elegant master), and looked at the dilapidated house with four walls, and there was a faint desolation in her heart.

She pushed the tea in front of Xiaohuzi and coaxed him, "Then you drink and see, is my sister's fried tea good?" ”

Well, Xiaohuzi nodded vigorously, drank it in one gulp, put down the bowl, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said, "Yes, Qi Mountain Tea is like this." ”

Han Yansheng laughed and said proudly, "Qishan tea is better than the tea I made!" ”

Aunt Shen came over and grabbed her, and said, "Don't mention this, Yan'er, you are pregnant, and you will probably not be able to wear clothes soon, I made you a few sets of clothes, you come and try to see if you like it." ”

Could it be the legendary maternity clothes, Han Yansheng became interested. "Auntie," she threw herself into Aunt Shen's arms lovingly, "I definitely like the clothes you sewed for me." ”

"Good boy." Aunt Shen smiled with relief and took out two cloth clothes. It is said that it is cloth clothes, but it is also very comfortable to the touch, the stitches are solid, Han Yansheng wore it on his body, turned left and right, Aunt Shen looked at it with a smile, and said, "It is also close-fitting, after a few days, your belly will be big, and it will be suitable to wear it again." ”

"Hehe, my mother's craftsmanship is really good." Han Yansheng smiled embarrassedly, although he had been singled out in the past and watched ***, and he had heard a few meat jokes, but after all, she was still a yellow flower girl, and it was still a little unnatural to talk about this.

Speaking of which, the child in his belly is still that of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. Thinking about it like this, Han Yansheng didn't feel a little cold.

The man in the dream, I don't know what he looks like now.

"Of course," Aunt Shen was a little proud, "My mother used to be a dressmaker, and her hands have been born for so many years, but fortunately she hasn't pulled them down." ”

"Oh?" Han Yansheng was a little surprised, and a thought flashed through his mind, "Then do you know who is the best dressmaker in Chang'an City?" ”

"Why do you ask this? …… Well, it's naturally Miss Xia from Ni Fashion Fang. ”

She straightened her cuffs and raised her eyebrows angrily, "A dressmaker is also called Miss?" ”

"The goose doesn't know anything. This Xia girl is the biological daughter of Boss Xia, the owner of Ni Fashion Fang, and a serious lady. Her craftsmanship is good, her temper is also proud, and the clothes she makes ask for a piece of clothing that is the living expenses of a middle-class family for a year. ”

"Hmm," she bowed her head slightly.

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The second revision, readers who are new to this article, look down from this chapter, if there are inconsistencies, because of the revision of the text, the version is different, please forgive me.

It is also possible to skip the first volume and start with the second or third volume. I will also slowly revise those two volumes. However, the changes will not be too big.

This revision will not affect the progress of the update.

Presumably. Sweat.

When I was revising Chapter 7, I looked up too much information on tea making. I finally knew that it turned out that my hometown was made of Tunxi green tea. Khan, no matter how famous tea from other families is, I can't help it if I recognize my hometown.